He completely avoided my chest and bum (not true of all masseurs, I can assure you), and rubbed my body without any… lingering.īy the end, I was lying on my back while he massaged my legs and thighs, which is perfectly normal, by the way. He was friendly but professional not chatty or personal. My happy ending massage fantasy played outĪt first, the massage was utterly innocent.
So, when I heard about the hotel spa services while on holiday in Cuba I booked my appointment without any expectations.Īt the appointed time, I turned up at the ‘spa’ – a gauzy white tent on the hotel beach – and was assigned a male massage therapist. and ended in an unexpected orgasm.Ī happy ending massage - or sexual massage - was something I’d always fantasised about, but I never dreamed it would actually happen. W hat’s your ultimate sexual fantasy? Most of us have one, but what do you do after you’ve lived it out for real? This was the question I was confronted with after what was an innocent holiday massage ended became a sexual happy ending massage.
