I observed that Nana wore low cut dresses when I subsequently visited (not the case during my first couple of visits). Since she had gigantic breasts (I estimate minimally 36D), it was inevitable there was a little cleavage on display. But when she goes about massaging me, at certain angles, I saw more than half her tits (she was braless). My dick naturally reacted and I’m convinced she was aware but said nothing.
Furthermore, she constantly praised (about) my cock. It was not like she would say “your cock is really beautiful” and “I like this type of (description) cock” repeatedly in one session, but she would always mention it once during juagen when my penis was at its most glorious state. All the time, my response was “thank you, you praise me too much”.
Then one day, she made me touch her breasts. It was at the end of the session, my cock was at its maximum size after juagen. I saw my dick, really big and shiny from the oil she used, I must admit I was quite proud of what I saw.
“My nipples are hardened”, Nana said. She came closer to me, pulled down her dress and asked me to feel her breasts. The way those massive bazookas popped out could cause a hard attack! When I gently touched her breasts, they were “soft yet heavy”, I was unable to cup it with my (one) hand, and the curvature was such a feast for the eyes and to the touch. I thought I was going to ejaculate at one point.
“My sister is also wet” (literal translation from Mandarin, meaning her pussy is wet), Nana said as she touched her crotch area. “You make me feel like I want to”, I replied, testing her. She laughed, pulled up her dress to cover her breasts and went to wash her hands. It was either I jump up and go after her, or….
“I have lotus root soup today”, Nana called out as she washed her hands (the open kitchen was at the far end of the living room). It was either I slide up behind her as she washed her hands, put my hands into her dress to caress her breasts and rub my cock against her bums, or I headed to the shower. She had sent the strongest signal to me by making me feel her breasts and rubbing her crotch inches away from me. But I also recall she had mentioned, more than once, how she appreciated a customer like me who keeps his hands to himself.
I headed to the shower.
A few weeks later, Nana texted to check if I was okay since I had not visited recently. While I did intend to visit her before she texted, I was a close contact of a friend who had caught covid, so I decided to wait it out. I explained that to Nana.
The next message I received from Nana some days after her previous text, she said she was going to stop working for a while. It took me another month or so before I reached out to her again. This time, WeChat asked for “friend verification”, meaning she had deleted or blocked me (I’m not entirely sure how that works). I tried to look at her WeChat moments but there was none (or I had been blocked from viewing). I made no effort to contact her anymore.
When I first knew of Nana through older MR’s on SBF (before I met her), there was mention that she took time off, sometimes for up to a year. Then she would re-appear, placing her ad in SgLonelyGuy. It’s been over two years since I last met Nana. To my knowledge, she has not re-appeared. One day, maybe one day, if she re-appears, I might just pay her a visit again.
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funfox
Thanks for sharing your beautiful experience with Nana. I would have succumbed to the temptation of those giant boobies, and at the very least lick them nips greedily. 😋Cheers bro O2O
I was very tempted to bury my face into those mammoth soft pillows and check her heart-beat. But I misjudged and got greedy. I anticipated she would simply drop her dress and show me her wet twat, which did not happen. I wanted a full buffet meal/spread, rather than just nibbling on starters via her tits. We live and learn.
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AsiaWallStreet
Thanks for sharing.
Happy to add on to your weekend reading.
Another “nearly there” (as in I could have fucked the masseur at her own initiative) experience occurred at a shop in Thomson a few months ago. I had just returned from a business trip and the time difference and an aching body was keeping me up. While surfing, I chanced upon an ad stating “available 24 hours at your service”. She looked quite attractive to me at two in the morning. I texted her (let’s call her “Anna”) and we agreed to meet soon after.
The heavy downpour did affect my drive to the shop, mainly because the roads were almost empty and I was wide awake. Street parking near the shop was very difficult most times (I had been to that area for meals) but that late night, it was a breeze. The few steps upon leaving the car to the shop’s entrance made me semi-drenched (I was too lazy to use a brolly).
Standing in front of the shop, the lights were off. I texted Anna. “Nice car”, Anna said after she unlocked the glass door from inside. She had been sitting behind the counter, in the dark, and saw me coming out of the car, waiting for me to text to ensure I was indeed the customer she was waiting for.
In a few moments, we were in the room and Anna was fussing over me, wiping me dry. “You should just have a hot shower”, she said before stepping out. As I was in the room’s shower pod, Anna came back with a wooden tub. The session started with me gratefully soaking my feet in the hot tub while Anna gave me a light head massage.
Anna looked like she’s in her early 30’s. She’s slightly taller than the average PRC ML, about 1.7m, slim with long hair. She looked serious when not speaking, but broke into smiles easily later. Her massage was good (hard type), and she shared a few tips about body balance (Chinese TCM related stuff). Upon inspecting my dick, which was listless, she suggested juagen to re-vitalize the organ. I agreed, hoping that if her juagen is as good as her massage, then it would be such a “complete session”.
Anna’s juagen proved to be good though slightly painful. My cock progressively came alive as I endured the intermittent pain. She offered to jerk me off and we agreed on a “package fee” as juagen was also an additional cost. Anna removed her top and bra, and let her hair down. Though not spectacular, it appealed to me nonetheless – slim and fair, with a pair of soft 34B knockers.
Anna edged towards me, leaning forward for me to taste her tiny nips. Her hand was skillfully teasing my penis with equal measure of calibrated movement, strength and intensity. I rested my hand on her hip and then massaged her groin from outside her pants. Then I inched my fingers closer to her vagina and began rubbing along her panty lines.
“Liu mang!” (rogue or gangster in Chinese), she said, momentarily detaching her hand from my dick. Just when I thought I had blown it, what she did next surprised me. Anna removed her track pants, showing me her sexy panties, and long legs!
“Qing yi dian” (lightly), she said, as my fingers ruffled her hairy bush. “Shang yi dian” (further up), she guided me as my fingers tried to locate her sensitive spot. While Anna had resumed holding my oily, swollen cock, she wasn’t working on it. Finding the spot, I gently inserted my middle finger, wee bit by bit, making circular movements at the same time. She began to wet herself and strengthened her hold on my dick, just gripping it without masturbating.
Anna then removed her panties and put one leg at the edge of the massage bed. In that position, I no longer could access her body but it was a good trade off. I had a wet, bushy cunt waiting and wanting to be fingered, free from the constrains of clothing. Anna tried to continue masturbating me but gave up as my sticky fingers worked hard, her facial expression and soft moans confirming she was enjoying my handiwork.
“Wo ne?” (what about me?), I protested as Anna had just been holding on to my big meat and not aiding in its planned ejaculation. Smiling weakly, she realized I had been pleasuring her, not vice-versa. I asked if I could ejaculate into her slim yet sexy bums. Looking puzzled, she asked how I planned to do it. I got off the massage bed and requested for Anna to lean against the wall (room divider). I said I was going to jerk myself off, spraying into her bums, while my other hand continued to finger her. This way, it would be mutually gratifying. She got the picture immediately and “got into position” - I love girls who just get it!
The sight of her small but sexy bums made me hornier. Instead of masturbating myself, I placed my giant rod between her bums and rubbed it up and down, the oil from my cock making her bums shiny. My hands were all over her breasts, making sure to tweak her nipples now-and-then. A sly thought emerged and I placed my cock lower, attempting to reach her pussy from the back. Anna took a small step back and nicely coordinated the passage for my cock to grease her wet pussy. By taking a step back, Anna also created enough space for my hand to go around her waist to continue rubbing her clit. I must have done a good job as Anna complained her legs were getting weak, so she turned and leaned against the massage bed, her elbows more firmly supporting her body, which also meant she was in a de-facto doggy position.
“You dai ma?” (did you bring?), Anna said softly as my long, long cock continued brushing at the entrance of her vagina in doggy position. Unfortunately, I did not bring a condom and presumably she did not have any. “Bie ting” (don’t stop), she said as I continued with the fake love-making and eventually ejaculated.
Anna got up and walked out of the room, naked. I think we were the only two persons in the shop at that hour. She came back with wet, warm towels and wiped off the mess on our bodies. Coolly, she got dressed as I went for a quick wash. I paid her as agreed (additional $100 on top of the $138 for 90min) and exchanged WeChat contacts.
Driving home, I lamented on not having brought a condom. It was a rare case of the masseur inviting me to fuck her, and I did not do so (I believe we both did not want unprotected sex).
Normalcy
ML’s come and go, most of them become fading memories over time. I keep in touch with a small number of them.
In the past few months, I noticed a few former ML’s WeChat moments, they seemed to have transitioned to normalcy. To be sure, I don’t strictly view an ML, who provide sexually-related services, as abnormal; but the nature of their work is unlikely to be suitable for most women. So, it’s nice to see them (in their video/photo posts) leading a non-ML life, and enjoying their moments.
I wrote about Fang Fang (FF), a student I met in the early 2010’s (story in post #153).
It’s been over 10 years since we last met, in Shanghai (I invited her to meet me in Shanghai when I was on a business trip). She is still the slim, Japanese-Chinese babe, and has aged well. She runs a small seafood business.
When FF sent me Lunar New Year greetings earlier this year, I took the opportunity to casually mention that I had not actively kept in touch, out of respect that she may not want to be reminded of her past work in Singapore. Of course, I also complimented her on maturing into a fine lady, and working hard at her business.
FF’s response went roughly like this: In the cold Lunar New Year winter here, I reflect on my blessings. You were like a friend when I was in Singapore. You brought me to Shanghai, the first time I’ve ever been to a big city, took me sightseeing and stayed in a nice hotel. You treated me well. All these memories warm my heart in winter, and I am grateful to you.
It also warmed my heart. Perhaps one day we might meet again, but only if the circumstances are right.
Which leads me to two ML’s from recent years who have settled here.