Why is it that if you are fucking someone you’re on a date with, you might have a hard time coming, or a hard time getting an erection at all, but if you’re at a massage parlor getting a handjob it’s hard to hold out for even a minute against the hand on your cock?
The secret is all in the nature of money as a form of power. The idea that paying for something gives you power over it (at last for as long as your dollars hold out) is incredibly sexy. Ultimately, in situations with massage providers, sex workers, strippers, and whatever else you guys are into, it isn’t just about getting laid—it’s about feeling in control. It’s about feeling like a boss.
Being able to buy people is sexy. It sounds fucked up, but it’s true. A lot of people can’t handle the thrill, so they blow fast. You have to have a whole lot of money to get to the point where you can’t get hard with a prostitute, either that or be a drunk.
The massage parlor is a weird place. It’s essentially a bordello, but for some reason it’s a bordello where you still have to play your cards right to get what you’re looking for. As opposed to going to see prostitutes or escorts, a masseuse can still decide to send you home unsatisfied if she feels like it.
Some will charge you for extras, some won’t. Some will say up front what they offer, some will only hint. Some will make you ask. Some will fuck you for free. Everybody knows you aren’t in the room to get one of their half-assed massages, but there’s still that tension. Despite the money spent, it’s still kind of like a date.
A big part of it is the adventure. You just don’t know what will happen any time you walk through the door of a new establishment. You might go home incredibly happy, or you might go home terrified about what just went down. It’s a lot like the modern man’s tiger hunt. You just don’t know what might become of you when you enter the jungle.
These parlors rest in the liminal space between legitimate and illegitimate. The arousal of being touched is such a normal part of any massage that one could reasonably say that shit just happened, and that you were planning to leave a nice tip anyhow.
Money as power can only take you so far though. You get the illusion of being loved, adored, and sexy…Â until your wallet is empty. After this, the ice age comes down hard. The work life balance, in which you are not a true part of the masseuse’s circle of genuine love, is vastly evident.
Enjoy it while you have money to spend, friend!
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