Melissa's Tour

Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, New Age, History, Fiction & Literature
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Author: Grant Allen ISBN: 9781465531711
Publisher: Library of Alexandria Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint: Language: English
Author: Grant Allen
ISBN: 9781465531711
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint:
Language: English
IT was in the month of November when the wintry winds start blowing that the hand of fate hrew me into one of those little adventures that come into a man's life. I woke up that morning with an aching sensation in my back which I could not shake off I remembered a friend who not long ago was afflicted the same way and recommended going to a masseur for treat- ment. With this in mind, I strolled down old Broad- way, when I noticed a neat little sign which read: Duval, masseur. After pondering a moment, I made up my mind to consult this massage artist and see what could be done for my aching mack. Going up stairs, to the second floor, I entered the neat little waiting room and was approached by a very light and beautiful girl, who by her broken english, seemed to be French. To her I stated my reason and in answer she asked me to be seated and wait my turn, which, would be in a few minutes. After a short time, I was roused from my thoughts by the nifty maid who asked me to step into madam's office. I nearly collapsed when she said madam, as I had always thought that all masseurs were men. I did not know whether to go in or turn around and run, but quickly made up my mind to stay. Stepping shyly into the next room I got the surprise of my life. Standing beside a white little table was madam. Well, talk about Queens, she was that and more. Tall and well built, with a face that some only see in pictures, she greeted me with a smile that made me feel quiet at home an daskd me what my ail- mnts were. After giving her a description of the pains I had (but forgot after seeing her) to my surprise she asked me to get undressed. Hesitating, I slowly took off mn clothes until only my underwear remained. I asked what was next, but she insisted on my stripping naked. Notic- ing my shyness she assured me she was quiet used to male patients, which relieved me of my embar- rassment. Arranging a long white table with pillows she asked me to lay on this, which I did, wondering what was next. I did not have to wait long when she started to knead my arms and chest with her beauiful arms. I lay there with a pleasant feeling as she skillfully ran over my body and at each movement I became sensuously infatuated with this beauty who was so close and yet so far. As she rubbed over my body, the blood started to tingle with the spirit of youth. And there I lay in a state of blissful excitement, as she gently rubbed; and the longer she rubbed the more my nature started to assert itself. Tenderly she went over my body and worked around my thighs when suddenly my penis started to erect until finally it stood there under the electric dome as Washington monument in the moonlight. Gosh! I was in my 7th heaven when she rubbed between my legs, and every time she touched my balls, they seemed to grow larger and larger
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IT was in the month of November when the wintry winds start blowing that the hand of fate hrew me into one of those little adventures that come into a man's life. I woke up that morning with an aching sensation in my back which I could not shake off I remembered a friend who not long ago was afflicted the same way and recommended going to a masseur for treat- ment. With this in mind, I strolled down old Broad- way, when I noticed a neat little sign which read: Duval, masseur. After pondering a moment, I made up my mind to consult this massage artist and see what could be done for my aching mack. Going up stairs, to the second floor, I entered the neat little waiting room and was approached by a very light and beautiful girl, who by her broken english, seemed to be French. To her I stated my reason and in answer she asked me to be seated and wait my turn, which, would be in a few minutes. After a short time, I was roused from my thoughts by the nifty maid who asked me to step into madam's office. I nearly collapsed when she said madam, as I had always thought that all masseurs were men. I did not know whether to go in or turn around and run, but quickly made up my mind to stay. Stepping shyly into the next room I got the surprise of my life. Standing beside a white little table was madam. Well, talk about Queens, she was that and more. Tall and well built, with a face that some only see in pictures, she greeted me with a smile that made me feel quiet at home an daskd me what my ail- mnts were. After giving her a description of the pains I had (but forgot after seeing her) to my surprise she asked me to get undressed. Hesitating, I slowly took off mn clothes until only my underwear remained. I asked what was next, but she insisted on my stripping naked. Notic- ing my shyness she assured me she was quiet used to male patients, which relieved me of my embar- rassment. Arranging a long white table with pillows she asked me to lay on this, which I did, wondering what was next. I did not have to wait long when she started to knead my arms and chest with her beauiful arms. I lay there with a pleasant feeling as she skillfully ran over my body and at each movement I became sensuously infatuated with this beauty who was so close and yet so far. As she rubbed over my body, the blood started to tingle with the spirit of youth. And there I lay in a state of blissful excitement, as she gently rubbed; and the longer she rubbed the more my nature started to assert itself. Tenderly she went over my body and worked around my thighs when suddenly my penis started to erect until finally it stood there under the electric dome as Washington monument in the moonlight. Gosh! I was in my 7th heaven when she rubbed between my legs, and every time she touched my balls, they seemed to grow larger and larger

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