[QUOTE=PlayerN818;5872161]We all have that thing that keeps pulling us in. Crazy GF, awesome danish place, go-to movie.
Mine seems to be the place on Ven and Louise (NE mall).
Swore I was done, and was in the area with time and cash and I heard it's enchanting siren song. I caved.
This time there was no construction going on, but the provider made up for it. Mid age, ROTB, clothes wrapped on her tighter than Scrooge holds a shilling, she proceeded to deliver a not-bad massage. On the flip she pointed and gave me the ASL sign for HJ, I nodded and she oiled me up.
And then the Sirens got their payment.
More than once she stopped and said something to me in Chinese. As if I understood it. "What?" She said something else, (maybe, how the fuck would I know) looked at me, then went back to work. I think three times this happened. Last time I just answered, "Yup. Okay. " Closed my eye and hoped I didn't just agree to marriage, or castration. (Wait- aren't they the same thing? Thanks folks! Tip your waitress!) She finally coaxed out my "stress" and did the hot towel wipe down. I guess she liked me as, once dressed, I got a big, long hug and she shared with me her deepest desire for anal next time. At least that's what I'm going to assume she was telling me.
This place. . . I swear. I'm done this time.
Fuck. I'll go back.[/QUOTE]Hahahaha, thanks Player for the smile and the super entertaining post. I can certainly relate. I'm sure most of the gang here probably can.
