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We talk to one woman who went on vacation at a surprisingly all-inclusive resort.

Ever have a story so hot it would be wrong not to share it with the rest of the world? We’re here to listen. Each week, we’ll bring you tempting tales from our readers that will definitely keep you up all night—in the best way possible. This time, Elaine* shares a story about the time she tried to get a little R&R but wound up with a big O.
You signed up for a normal massage, right? This wasn’t some back-alley thing. No, no, this started out very innocently. I was at a Cancun resort on a family vacation, and my parents booked a massage for me as a gift. So one afternoon I left the beach wearing my bikini, and headed over to the resort’s rooftop spa. I had no idea it was all the way up there—there’s this super-private hut with a massage table overlooking the whole ocean. It was really beautiful.
And who was the masseuse? He was this Mexican dude, at least 20 years older than me. Rugged. Definitely not my type.
Did you guys talk? Not much. The masseuse and client relationship is awkward, you know? It’s very intimate and completely private—you’re the only one who knows what goes on in there, and there’s this false sense of intimacy where you take off your clothes because it’s socially acceptable. So I took off my clothes, got under the towel, and then he started.
He started… massaging you normally? Totally normal. I remember he did my back, and then circulated around the body as they do—the neck, the arms, and you go to the extremities or whatever. And then he said to turn over. He did my face, then my shoulders and arms, and then my legs. At a certain point he undid my bikini bottom and…
Wait, wait, wait. He just went for it? Well, okay, no. There was a certain point where he said, “Is this okay?” and I was like, eh.
Like, whatever? I think that’s what I said. You’re already in a situation that would make you uncomfortable if you were in another guy’s bed, but you’re not—you’re in this weirdly constructed situation. I guess, like, the lines of acceptable intimacy just felt blurred at the time. And I was totally 100% relaxed. And he didn’t ask “Is this okay?” in a sexy way or anything. It was as if he was asking if the pressure was okay, just totally nonchalant.
But you knew what he was asking. I think his hand was right on my pantyline when he asked me.
So, yeah, hard to mistake that. I didn’t think too much about it, honestly. It’s not like when you’re hooking up with a guy and you’re like, What does this mean? Is this going to change everything? It’s just like, ‘This feels good, keep it going! I’m in a foreign country, how far could this possibly go?’” Also, I had been going through a real dry spell at the time.
So this was your lucky day! Honestly, on this vacation I was thinking, ‘I really need to join J-Date when I get back home.’ I needed this.
Alright, so he goes for it. Normally during massages, people are totally silent. But did it turn all porno? No! He was totally silent the whole time. I assume he was enjoying himself. I don’t really know. And I wasn’t moaning or anything. It was still kind of like getting a massage—yes, you feel good, because it’s supposed to feel good, but it would be awkward to do any theatric moaning. You just breathe through the massage and that’s it.
So you reached a happy ending. I did.
And then what? Does he just walk off? There wasn’t an abrupt stop, because that would have made things awkward. He continued to massage my legs. But it didn’t last much longer, and then he walked away. So, like a normal massage, I laid there until I was moved to move, and then I got up and left.
Were you just lying there thinking, “Well, that’s the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.” Oh, my first thought was, this is the best story—but it’s the story I can’t tell many people. It’s way more sexually adventurous than I normally am.
Every massage afterwards must be such a letdown. Every time I now have a male masseuse, I feel like I don’t know what’s going to happen. Though truth be told, if another masseuse was like, “Is this okay?” I don’t know how I’d react. I’m in a relationship now—and for the record, satisfied! I’d consider the consequences a little more. I mean, there’s a time and a place.
Did you see him again? Oh yeah. I saw him around the resort for a horrifying two more days. But he wasn’t trying to talk to me or anything. It was as if this whole thing was just part of the service—nothing special. Nothing to see here. Just another client.
And did you ever, even for a second, consider reciprocating?
I wouldn’t have reciprocated if he paid me. The guy was wearing a wedding band!
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Oh, and I hate the term "happy ending."
This article was written by Bo Alexis and provided by our partners at YourTango .
Happy-ending massage stories are pretty common, a mixture of truth, half-truth, and urban legend that captivates the imagination of men, even in this age of casual sex and unlimited Internet porn. Most of these stories are about women providing such services to men as the high point of a massage.
However, according to IBIS World , there are an estimated 21,000 spas in the U.S. where a predominantly female clientele spend more than $10 billion dollars annually in services. These women average more than 110 million visits per year, so it's not surprising that juicy tales of women receiving happy-ending massages are increasing. The truth of the matter is far more women receive erotic or sensual massages than the public is aware of.
Some women are seduced by the massage process and decide to have an erotic experience then and there, while others set out to ﬁnd a place where they can get a happy ending. Some women present themselves as "ripe and ready" for an explicitly erotic experience by indicating their desire through body language and other thinly veiled alluring behaviors.
I know this because I'm a male sex-positive pleasure provider , and I facilitate happy endings for women for a living.
My experience in this ﬁeld spans several years. It started when I was a massage therapist and found that several of my female clients, most between 19 and 49 years old, indicated to me that they wanted something more than a regular massage.
One of my ﬁrst surprises was from Ali*, 22, from Maine. It was a hot spring day, and she visited for a deep-tissue massage because of college finals tension. After the initial intake procedure, I informed her about the standard options for the massage session, left the room, and returned a few minutes later to ﬁnd her lying on her back, uncovered, with a suppressed smile on her face, her perky breasts and nipples fully exposed.
Obviously, this was not one of the massage "options" I gave her, and I was a bit taken aback. I asked if she wanted the massage uncovered. She said that's what she prefers, so I proceeded the massage session as she liked it but asked her to lie face-down and placed a hand towel over her midsection.
By the middle of the massage, she was perceptibly moving her body and making low erotic noises. I fed her lascivious desires with slow, deep, long-ﬂowing strokes, teasingly caressing her erogenous parts from her head to feet, my intuitive hands responding as her body throbbed with libido, a libido that was obviously looking for some kind of climatic expression. After an hour, she turned face-up.
Not surprisingly, there was a wet spot where her body was on the black silky cotton sheet that covered the massage couch.
Her perky breasts and nipples looked like they were bursting with pleasure, ﬁrm like pink grapefruits. Ali was ready to climax. As inexperienced as I was at the time, I assumed she wanted intercourse and was about to oblige when she ﬁrmly took my hand and indicated she wanted a digital orgasm. (The phrase "happy ending" was not yet in vogue.) Almost two hours had passed, and she had a huge orgasm. She left me with a surprisingly big tip for a college student.
My career as a provider of happy endings for women had just begun.
Over the next several years, I had many more experiences of women indicating in different ways that they wanted to engage their feminine sexual energy in the massage session. These women do not ﬁt any stereotype and came (no pun intended) from a broad social spectrum in more or less within the age group I mentioned above.
Katie* was 34 and of Italian/German background. She came in because of back pain and tension headaches. It turned out, she was in a relationship with a guy who never took the time to really explore and appreciate her physical needs and desires. She came in for a 90-minute massage, and I attended to all the tight and sore places on her neck and back.
After the ﬁrst 60 minutes, Katie's body started to signal her sexual center. There's something about extended touch and caress that tends to release the most potent chemicals of the sexual centers of a woman who's in need of physical and emotional attention.
By the end of the session, it was clear she was enjoying the touch experience beyond its remedial value; Katie desperately wanted to cum. She apologized and asked if she could masturbate. I offered to help, and she quickly asked me to suck and gently bite her hard, brown nipples while she stroked her clitoris to an explosive orgasm.
After a few years of increasing requests from women for erotic massages, I decided to give up my massage practice and focus exclusively on providing pleasure for women.
I have learned a lot about the art of erotic touch. I actually hate the term "happy ending." It's a vulgar, cheap phrase suited for the sleazy "massage parlors" that cater to men who are looking for a quickie in 15-, 30-, and 60-minutes sessions. And from what I understand of the female psyche, most women ﬁnd the "happy-ending" model of an erotic engagement outside of a romantic relationship to be repellent.
As a matter of fact, "repellent" was the exact word Laura* used to describe "happy-ending" massages when she called to make an appointment for my 90-minute erotic body rub. Laura, 39, was a former corporate executive who was married with two kids.
She was a woman with much passion for life but still trying to ﬁnd her own grounds about her sexuality and her right to enjoy gratiﬁcation that she wasn't getting from her husband of 12 years. She conﬁded that "he ﬁnds my breasts and vagina very easily. Sometimes I let him have his way, much to my dismay, despite my pleas that I need more than his cock inside of me for a few minutes."
On the day she called me, Laura was still ambivalent about the 'adventure' she was contemplating, but ultimately went for it due to her sexual deprivation that was slowly killing her soul, body and mind.
She needed to feel, she said. I rubbed her irresistible light brown body until she was relaxed and receptive and my intuitive hands were in sync with the deep desires that welled up inside her. I teased every hot spot on her body until she was saturated inside out with love hormones and viscous tasty juices.
More than two hours of unconditional erotic touching later, she broke out in spasmodic vibrations and intense writhing until she climaxed with a suppressed roar from deep inside her and finally rested in a comfortable snuggled position until she was back to Earth again.
There are many more juicy stories, but the point is that "happy endings" for women are sex-positive and a great learning experience that can benefit marriages.
In fact, one of my clients even told me her husband announced to his friends that "this is the massage guy who prepared my wife for me the other night. We had the best sex together in several years. I don't know what his magic is, but when she got home that night, she came at me like a wild animal."
*The stories in this article are all true, but the names and some other details were changed to protect the privacy of the individuals involved. Any resemblance of similar experiences which anyone may have had or know of is only coincidental.

#MyStory: I Went For A Massage… And Then A Man Walked In!!
I love getting massages! They make me feel completely relaxed and energized – enough to be able to face the hectic week ahead of me. Now, I recently made a trip to Thailand, and I was told that if you don’t get a Thai massage while you’re in Thailand, you’re missing something!
One day, I was walking down the streets of Pattaya. While I was strolling around the place, a beautiful Thai spa caught my attention. I said to myself: “This is it! I’m going to go in there and get myself pampered.”
All went well initially. I booked an appointment and they asked me to get ready. All I had was a towel wrapped around me. I was nervous and equally excited while waiting in the spa room for my massage therapist. The lights were dim and a floral aroma clouded the room. I had a good feeling about this.
After a couple of minutes, I heard the door open. To my surprise, it wasn’t a woman. It was a man! I was a bit shocked because I had never gotten a massage from a man before. He smiled gently and asked me to lie down on the massage bed. Only the lower half of my body was now covered with the towel that they had provided. To be honest, it was quite awkward!
He probably sensed that I was nervous. And so in calm voice, he asked me to just relax and keep my mind blank and free from thought. At that moment, I decided to trust him – what else could I do, really? I’d paid for the massage already, and I was – truth be told – kinda curious about this experience. His first touch on my skin made me jump – no guy other than my boyfriend had ever touched me like that. But I stopped feeling nervous within seconds; he was super professional. As the massage continued, I let my guard down and relaxed completely.
The soft music and the rhythm of my masseur’s hands de-knotting my muscles was an experience out of this world. It felt heavenly. I have to admit that I didn’t want him to stop! I didn’t even notice how quickly the allotted 45 minutes flew by.
After the massage, I changed back into my clothes and walked out a really happy customer. My masseur gave me his card as I was leaving, and till today, I keep it safe in my wallet. Whenever I do make my next trip to Thailand, I’ll make sure to pay that spa in Pattaya a visit. It’s not that the ladies I’ve received massages from in Mumbai aren’t great, but that massage was just…so unique! Here’s hoping I’m able to repeat the experience again!
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