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Every time it happened, I was ashamed. I thought that he would be the first and the last of my unprofessional encounters but it seemed that more and more attractive and lonely men found their way into my studio and I was somehow always ready. I fucked two in the first week after Maxwell. One was built like a Greek god, his abs showed through his shirt. I knew what to do with him the moment he walked in. I didn't even charge him for the massage. What was happening to me? Was the stereotype coming true? Was I no more than a glorified sex worker? The other was a man I had not intended to fuck. He came in, stressed and depressed, blond and blue eyed. His features were beaten down, his brow a constant frown, his nose a chiseled regal rock, but his chin was weak and speckled with unkempt blond facial hair. I was thankful to see that his chest was not bulging with muscles--my only weakness. His name was Nathan and, when he laid down upon the table, his appeal became apparent to me. I liked to talk with my clients to find the root of the troubles that had balled them up with stress and knotted backs, so I asked him to tell me his story. I wish now that I had not. "I have a girlfriend," he had said, uncovering the first ounce of my attraction to him: I loved cheating with men, "but we're not exactly on good terms." I was kneading my fists into his back when he spoke again. "She is truly kumköy escort bayan (http://kumkoy.t2bro.net/) beautiful. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I think I love her." My hands were at the small of his back, close to the towel that spared me from his ass. "The only trouble is she refuses to be with me. We've been going together for months but she will hardly ever speak to me, let alone be near me." I nodded my understanding, knowing that all the while my fingers were slipping beneath the towel. "I've been trying to end it with her but she doesn't seem to understand. She won't see me." Whenever I massaged a man, I made it a point to slip through the towel and discreetly see his bare ass. There was something to it that made me wet. Even if it was hairy, gross, and fat I was turned on simply by the notion that the man had no idea I was seeing more of him than he thought. I peeled back Nathan's towel now. His sob story was enough to make me sympathetic, but his ass was more than enough to make me cry. It was smooth and round, perfectly shaped for any woman. I wondered what the other side looked like.... Now I was angry for him. This girl didn't know what she had! I may not have seen the rippling abdominals that made me crazy on his chest but he was cute enough. Besides, the thought of my mouth on that ass was enough to make any girl crazy. "Do you mind kumköy escort (http://kumkoy.t2bro.net/) if I remove your towel? Your stress is quite low," I lied. He consented and I tossed it aside, grabbing fistfuls of his flesh. 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