So A friend of mine who travels on business just sent me this email, should I believe him?

Author: admin1  //  Category: massage tampa

WHY I HAD TO CHANGE HOTELS LAST WEEK

Last week I checked into my hotel in Tampa and was a bit lonely. I
thought, I’ll call one of those girls you see advertised in phone
books like escorts and such. I picked up the phone book and found an
ad for a girl calling herself Erogonique, a lovely girl, bending over
in the photo. She had all the right curves in all the right places,
beautiful long wavy hair, long graceful legs….. well, you get the
picture!

I figured, what the heck, give her a call.
"Hello," the woman says.

God, she sounded sexy. Afraid I would lose my nerve if I hesitated I
rushed right in:
"Hi, I hear you give a great massage and I’d like you to come to my
room and give me one. No, wait, I should be straight with you. I’m in
town all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hard, I want
it hot, and I want it now. Bring implements, toys, rubber, leather,
whips, everything you’ve got in your bag of tricks. We’ll go hot and
heavy all night; tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped
cream, anything and everything! Now, how does that sound?"

"That sounds fantastic," she says, "but you need to press 9 for an
outside line

WHy Not? I hear your friend is a bit of a moron anyway, so it MUST be true!

BTW, was his nickname Just Good Folk?

Anyone know where to get a massage table?

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Im starting school for massage therapy in a few weeks and I need to get a table. I would like to actually go into a store to look at them, but I dont know where any are! Any ideas would be great! I live in Du Page county, right outside Chicago, Illinois. So places that are close to there are where I need to look! Thanks!
Muchos Gracis!

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My massage chair HT270 stopped rolling , Does anyone know, Any links or manuals on how to repair it ?

Author: admin1  //  Category: massage chair

Massage Chairs HT270 Service manual link

contact human touch, the Company that made it at (800) 355-2762. If it cannot be fixed and it is no longer under warranty let me know because I need to buy a spare part for my broken chair.

What would you do if you found this story in your 16-year-old son/daughter’s blog?

Author: admin1  //  Category: massage blog

When Michael woke up, his alluring wife, Elisa, was already in the Nautical galley, cooking his breakfast. When he walked in the scullery, wearing simply a pair of red boxers, she smiled politely and placed a layer before him, on the kitchen listing. ‘‘Eggs,’’ Michael said rudely. ‘‘Eggs. I had eggs for breakfast yesterday morning, Elisa. And the morning before. And the morning before. Is it unsuitable for you to cook something that isn’t eggs?’’ ‘‘Well, I…’’ She stuttered. Michael grabbed the face and threw it against the fence. He then grabbed Elisa’s arm and threw the frail lady on the floor, next to their cat’s edibles bowl. He ran upstairs, whilst his helpmeet, with blood in her gob, managed to get up. A few minutes later, he ran back downstairs, wearing his house suit, and leftist without saying goodbye. Elisa cried as the man she loved so dear left. ‘‘Oh, Katherine,’’ Elisa heard herself say, as their trifling, orange cat came out of the area running. ‘‘You are my only adherent.’’

It was nearly twelve o’clock noon and Elisa was sitting in the Nautical galley, staring at the chalk-white wall. She could still soup the blood in her gateway, since she felt too depressed to go con her teeth. What will I do? She asked herself, crying. Michael was always hurting her. And it was outmoded to make him pay. But how could she? She touched her desire. After all, she was carrying their nipper. And Michael didn’t distinguish it yet. I have to steal some well-to-do, Elisa trifle. What is keeping me here? All I have are my thoughts. My many thoughts. She intern her eyes and for a assist, a brief, gruff second, she was twenty years in the whilom. Norway. Iceland. Sweden. Maryland. Portion her neighbour set her Christmas tree. Treatise glasses. Losing her virginity to a Danish man. She smiled. I have my youth, too. Perhaps it will be a little young lady. She had always wanted a hardly any girl. Or a boy. She remembered her nephew. He had died a few years earlier.

She ran up the stairs and grabbed a hanger. I cannot keep the indulge, she thought. It’s… It’s Michael’s. She had cogitation about it all afternoon. It’s too much. I don’t scarceness to be associated to Michael anymore. I am leaving. I am affluent to my mother’s. She ran downstairs, holding the wire hanger. It’s habits. She opened her legs and shoved it interior her vagina, shaking it. The tribulation was unbearable. She was screaming. ‘‘Oh, God!’’ The neighbours heard her bemoan many times. All of a sudden, she pulled the wire hanger out and something was seconded to it. She felt a zip on her cheek. It was Michael’s babe in arms. Michael’s issue. Michael’s blood and his genes. Thankfully it was disused now. She placed it on the larder table, sat down before it, and watched it carefully, as though she was waiting for it to move. She touched it gently with her fingers. She smiled. Michael doesn’t like the meals I cook up him, she thought. Let’s see if he likes that.

When Michael walked in the lineage later that day, he smelled a rather odd scent, one he had never smelled before. What on Dirt, he thought. Elisa was wearing a prolonged, black accoutre and her hair was curled. She was wearing red lipstick and yellow stilettos. ‘‘Salutary evening, Michael,’’ she said. ‘‘Sit down.’’ She placed a portion before him, smiling. Oh, she deliberating, if only he knew it’s his own newborn… She tried not to mock at. She sat down in front of him, on a chair, the Nautical galley table between them. ‘‘Aren’t you active to eat?’’ Michael asked. ‘‘I already ate,’’ Elisa said. He took a gnaw. ‘‘This is delectable,’’ he exclaimed. ‘‘What is it?’’ ‘‘Veal,’’ she replied dryly, slowly slipping her foot out of her stiletto. It went up Michael’s leg, touched his thigh, and his create, large penis, which she started, using the tip of her toes, massaging. He started smiling. ‘‘Are you teasing me?’’ He asked. ‘‘Why, yes, I am, Michael,’’ she replied. Michael in a flash grabbed the scullery table and threw it against the bulkhead; the meal she had spout most of the afternoon cooking splashed all over the larder floor. He jumped on her. She hew down off her chair. Like two animals, they started making disposition. Screaming and yelling and penetrating each other. Elisa moaned with gratification as Michael’s thickset lips found her tyrannical nipples. For a few minutes, they made honey. Once it was over, they stayed on the conquer, Michael’s immense arms around Elisa’s neck. ‘‘Intermission,’’ she said. She slowly crawled at the other end of the scullery and picked up, with her eat one’s heart out fingers, the particular course of Michael’s dish. ‘‘Start the ball rolling your mouth,’’ she said. He obeyed. She placed his newborn on his tongue. ‘‘Swallow it,’’ she whispered. Once again, he obeyed.

The next morning, Elisa bursting her stuff and red before Michael woke up. He never knew he had, the round-the-clock before, eaten his own son.

It sounds very much like a young male’s writing but either way ,as it is presumably that of a 16 year old, I wouldn’t worry to much.

It is the very nature of teenagers to push the boundaries of good taste and conventional manners as far as they will go.

On technical level, it really isn’t very good, so if they want to make it as a writer later on, there is real room for improvement.

None of us ever want to think of our children as sentient, sexual animals any more than they want to believe us capable of it. My best advice is wrap the whole thing up in a box in your mind and leave it there until you are ninety and he/she is ? Then you can both laugh about it.
But don’t give yourself grief about it unless it lines up with a load of other tasteless behaviour.

Strange to say , they grow into thinking , caring adults!