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From deep tissue to hot stone, there isn’t much the massage industry has not offered.
But the latest craze is for the most intimate treatment yet.
The yoni massage is exclusively for women and focuses on a lady’s private parts.
But the treatment comes at a price – an hour-long session can cost up to £250 ($330).
Here’s what happened when Nilufer Atik put her inhibitions aside to give the yoni massage a try:
Name a type of massage and the chances are I’ve tried it. For me, there’s nothing better than lying semi-comatose on a kitten-soft bed while a stranger pummels the giant knots from my back.
I was even once held upside down by a yogi in India and massaged by his feet.
I stand with my eyes closed, feeling awkward as Lisa lifts off my baggy T-shirt and peels down my underwear while breathing heavily on my neck.
I’d thought that was a pretty intimate experience, until I heard about the yoni massage.
I must admit I was curious and confused all at once but my overriding feeling was I had to give it a try.
Yoni is the Sanskrit word for vagina and means “sacred space”.
The idea of the massage is to release physical and emotional blockages and free sexual energy to enable the recipient to become more in tune with her body.
Some women experience an orgasm but that isn’t the goal.
Having never been comfortable with my own nudity, it was with some trepidation that I booked in a session with a London agency that specializes in sensual massage.
All of its masseurs are women and the one assigned to me was 28-year-old yoni expert Lisa*.
Before the main event takes place, she tells me: “An ordinary massage is about releasing the muscles. A sensual massage like yoni is about awakening the body and seeing what’s there to enable pleasure.”
Donning her white overcoat and black trousers, Lisa sets about creating the right ambience for my massage, which involved dimming the lights, lighting aromatic candles and putting on soothing music.
We begin with an undressing ceremony.
By the time she’s moved her hands to the front of my crotch, I’m so relaxed she could have massaged me with a Brillo pad and I wouldn’t have noticed.
I stand with my eyes closed, feeling awkward as Lisa lifts off my baggy T-shirt and peels down my underwear while breathing heavily on my neck.
It’s strange being undressed by a woman — the last time that happened was when my best friend put me to bed after I overdid it on a drunken night out.
Lisa starts by massaging my feet, rubbing every toe between her fingers with aromatherapy oils.
She works her way up the back of my legs and I start to feel blissfully relaxed when suddenly I feel a hand slip between my buttocks.
OK, now this doesn’t feel so ordinary. Lisa proceeds to slide her palms up and down the backs of my thighs, gradually edging towards the gap between my legs.
I squirm a little but she tells me to breathe deeply and focus on the feeling — and it works.
By the time she’s moved her hands to the front of my crotch, I’m so relaxed she could have massaged me with a Brillo pad and I wouldn’t have noticed.
I was initially apprehensive about letting a woman touch me “down there”, but my inhibitions evaporate the more the massage progresses.
Even when Lisa asks me to turn over and works her hands down from my belly to my privates, I feel caressed rather than sexed-up. None of it feels intrusive at all.
She softly presses a cupped palm on to my nethers and makes circular motions to “get the blood flowing”, using her hands, fingers and even her breath to warm, soothe and knead.
I am surprised to find that, instead of becoming aroused, I just feel tingly and blissful all over.
When Lisa announces my time is up I feel a combination of relief and disappointment.
Relief because it hasn’t been as embarrassing as I’d imagined, but disappointment that the light-headed giddiness and tingly feeling is now subsiding.
Is this meditation or just masturbation?
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I know several women who have has massages, usually on vacation, where the masseuse got progressively more 'friendly'' towards the end of the massage and, if they didn't protest, ended up getting massaged to orgasm. One actually screwed the guy. I know this isn't common but I think if the girl is hot, many masseuses will look for the signs and perhaps encourage it. Has this ever happened to you? If yes, and you had a SO, how did you feel about it after? Did you tell him?

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Yeah I didn't know women could get happy endings. Good to know lol.

What's a happy ending for a guy? A hand job?

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One of the guys I used to work with got a couples massage with his wife while on vacation in Cancun. The masseur got the wife pretty worked up during the massage and asked her if she wanted to do more. She said ask my husband. Apparently he was pretty trashed and enjoying his massage and supposedly said OK so she got her happy ending.
Later when they were settling the bill the husband questioned the extra charges and the wife said just pay it. He wouldn't let it go and started to make a scene about being ripped off so finally she just said to him, he f'ucked me!
He was blown away and was at least 3 months before they had sex again. Not sure how they’re doing now but what I can't believe is that he actually told some people at work about this and now, of course, everyone knows. I wonder what he thought he was really agreeing to?
And that's why I don't drink when topics of consent come up. Judgement is impaired.

But I do wonder how clear the masseuse and the wife was about making him understand that sex was what was gonna happen or not happen. If a gauge phrase was "is it okay to get an intimate massage that's way to vague to assume the other person knows your asking about intercourse.

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My ex-wife and I checked in to a hotel and we saw on the brochure that massage was offered. She called to the desk and asked to have a masseuse sent up,

As I slipped my cock into her ****, I said again "Was he big?" and she answered "Yes! Yes! He was the biggest I ever...." and she couldn't finish, but I understood. I fucked her then, and I didn't worry about whether she came, or not. I was sure she had had a really great orgasm while this young guy fucked her. And while I fucked her, I was saying over and over in my head "He Fucked my wife! He fucked my wife!"

We did not discuss openly the events of that day, but sometimes we would refer to it and I could see a smile a delight come into her eyes. Throughout the rest of our marriage, it thrilled me to know that she was remembering the time when this "other" guy, with his bigger-than-mine cock. gave her the kind of fucking she could remember the rest of her life.[ /QUOTE]

Every wife deserves this treatment if she wants it .

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I’ve always heard of men going to special massage parlors for that happy ending “relief” at the end, but I had no idea if that was something that ever happened for women.
I never judged anyone for going but felt it wouldn’t be something I would enjoy. Until I experienced it for myself.
I was at a regular spa. Not a special parlor, but your garden-variety spa known amongst all the new and popular chain spas that have popped up all over the good old USA, offering monthly spa memberships.
I wasn’t a member but I was having severe pain due to a sports injury and needed some relief. At the time, I was also going through a bad breakup.
My ex and I finally ended our long-term relationship; in the last few years of our relationship, the sex was non-existent. He never wanted it and he’d shut me out. It was emotionally crushing and killed my self-esteem. I wondered if I was still sexy and still lovable.
I had a male masseuse and he was the absolute right choice for my sore and broken-down body. At one point during the massage, as I was face up, my towel slipped revealing my right breast.
Rather than getting embarrassed, as I would’ve expected myself to be, it actually felt a little exciting to momentarily flash this masseuse. So, when it happened a second time (perhaps “accidentally” knocked off by his intentional tough kneading), I laughed and said, “I’m so sorry to flash you — twice.”
“That’s OK. I’m a man. I don’t mind.”
I noted that. And noted that I was excited. Sexually. Yet, this man was easily fifteen years older than I was and not even close to my physical type. It was just fun to have that kind of sexual tension in the air again after a few years of sexual drought.
Plus, my body was so relaxed that it was hard not to get excited. When you’re in a bad relationship and constantly fighting, the stress gets to you. Here was an hour of peace and relaxation just for me to forget everything.
I left that night and knew I’d return. Not only was the idea of teasing him again a bit exciting, but my neck and back — which were a mess — felt a million times better. The spa receptionist had definitely set me up with the right masseuse.
A month later, I went back and requested the same man. Except this time, when I entered the room there was a familiarity and playfulness.
As we got into the massage I noticed him getting particularly close to sensitive areas. For example, when he started to massage the backs of my thighs, he got particularly far into my buttocks and vaginal area.
I was already getting turned on, so by the time he flipped me over to work my front, I was curious: how far would it go this time?
As he massaged my upper chest area he told me, “I notice you’re very tight in your chest.”
“Oh?” I said, “What would help it feel better?”
“Well, I could do a breast massage. I wouldn’t be fresh. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“That sounds fine. I’m not a prude. Whatever you think will help.”
Obviously, the two of us had a different plan than just helping my tight chest muscles.
He pulled down the sheet and began to rub my breasts. He didn’t touch my nipples (sadly), but just his hands on my breasts were enough to have me continue to pull down the towel until it exposed my belly button and above.
“I hope you don’t mind. I’m getting a little hot.”
“That’s OK. I don’t mind at all. I’m getting turned on.”
And with that, he moved from behind my head and massaging my breasts to standing in front of me, pulling down the towel all the way, and “working” my clitoris.
Finally, I asked for what I wanted: “Will you go down on me?” I got my wish and I have to admit, it was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
My “happy” tune changed, though, when he asked if he could have sex with me, and I said absolutely not. I suppose I was selfish; I wanted to get off and didn’t care at all if he did or not.
Afterwards, as the massage ended and it was time for me to get dressed, I started to feel awkward. That female guilt, something a man would never feel, started to hit me.
As I thanked him for the massage, he handed me his card for a private at-home massage service. I said I’d call but as I walked away I knew I wouldn’t. And now I really felt like a man (minus that guilt).
I waited a year to return to that spa and made sure to never request him again, despite the excitement. That after-orgasm regret stuck with me. Besides, what if this was something he did with many women? How would I know?
And when he asked to have sex it felt way too real. Not that I should’ve been surprised but that the “fantasy” became all too real and I knew I couldn’t handle any more than what he did to me. I knew his “card” was really him asking to have sex with me, and I didn’t want that.
Almost two years later, the experience still excites me but the guilt is gone. I had fun, and while I probably wouldn’t do it again, I’m glad I have the memory.
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