The Erotic Massage

Remember the episode of Sex & the City where Samantha finds out that a particular masseur gives happy endings? It made me wonder. Where does this happen? How does this happen?

I perused the M4W section of craigslist as I often do and kept reading this ad for a massage. It sounded like a normal, regular massage... but of course this is craigslist so I knew what it would be about.

I emailed the guy. He sent me his pic. Decent looking... i was still curious.

We chatted back and forth. I grilled him on everything, got references... and made an appointment.

I arrived at his place. It was nice and big, clean, warm and soft. He's obsessed with yoga. Good.

He has a gorgeous cat. She was friendly and outgoing, then she walked away from us and jumped on the bed.

Kitty knew this scenario very well. I did not, so my heart started racing.

He left me alone to get undressed. I laid face down on the bed. He started massaging me. It felt really nice. I could sense his energy through his hands. He did all over and then went in between my legs.

You can imagine what happened next.... and I came.

I haven't come with a man since Berklee. It was such an amazing release, almost like a spiritual experience.

I enjoyed it... I may go back... I almost wonder if it's the therapy I always needed.

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Doing Nothing is Awesome!

It's official. I want to be a trophy wife or a sugar baby. I'm on my 4th week of vacation from med school and I haven't done a single thing ALL day.

Ok that's not true. I've entered a million online contests. I talked to my mom. I thought about the gym and the movies but decided to pet my cat for exercise and entertainment instead.

I love having nothing to do, but having everything as an option.

I could study. Narf.... doubt it!

I could go to the gym... got an appt with my trainer tomorrow so why waste the sweat.

I could go to the movies... ugh I have to wait for the next show to start.

Nah...

You know what?

I love sitting around on my bony ass and doing nothing... though I think I will need to bust out one of my lady toys soon since I can't get any of the men from my past out of my head.

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27

I was looking at pictures from my birthday last night and I must say.... I look fabulous at 27.

I'd like to thank my family and friends for their wishes and love. I also thank you readers for continuing along with my blog.

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If i haven't made it clear...

I LOVE NYC!

I just got home from a fabulous weekend in NYC filled with fun and debauchery. After OleMiss dropped the Ex-bomb, I called up Sam. She was happy to host me this weekend and I think I made the better choice by staying with her.

Saturday night we went to this club called the Pink Elephant. Two of Sam's friends were celebrating their birthdays together. There was lots of booze, tons of dancing and an overall great time. The bar lets people smoke though, so after a while my headache became a bit unbearable and my lungs were pissed. I left and headed over to a dive bar where OleMiss is a bouncer. We chilled and drank at the bar even after they closed. It was a good time, but I still felt annoyed that OleMiss was not gonna take me home. I know I know.

So the next day, we sorta had plans to maybe have brunch but moreso we talked about watching the Celtics game. Since I don't know OleMiss's sleep schedule on the weekends I opted to try a craigslist date for brunch instead. No pics were exchanged, just "hey lets meet." So I met a rather good-looking, very well-educated black guy for mexican food and margaritas. We spent several hours hanging out, and he took me on a tour of the Soho area. Good guy, but alas I thanked him and went on my way.

On my walk back to Sam's place, she texts me that her friend Stewie is going to pick me up at 9pm for a date. I didn't know what else to do but accept, even though I knew nothing about him other than he's Jewish. So 9pm rolls around and Stewie picks me up. We drive around the corner to a true dive. I'm talking darkness, stiff drinks and hipsters. Stewie and I are totally hitting it off and I want him... so when he asked me to go back to his place... I accepted.

Stewie is a nipple guy. I am very tender and sore around the areolas as I type this. His penis... huge. Having only had sex once with RedSox in the past 6 months, I was definitely humming "like a virgin."

All in all a great trip. For those of you wondering what the hell was I thinking with my behavior this weekend, please understand that NYC is my vegas. What happens there, stays there.

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Wanting more than I need

I've been getting my daily horoscope for years. I love it. Sometimes it's right on the money about what's going to happen. Sometimes it's just a little reminder of how to conduct myself that day. Today I received the following piece of info in my horoscope:

Make sure you aren't destroying something wonderful by wanting a great deal more than you really need.

I'm heading to NYC today and I was supposed to be staying with OleMiss. I know it's totally setting myself up for disaster, but I am kinda addicted to the thrill of men. We've been friends forever, with tons of flirtation regardless of the people we're dating. We've been relatively good except for the one mishap last summer where we hooked up.

Anyways, around 9pm last night he calls me to tell me that his ex has been dropping by unannounced from time to time and, while they're not back together, it's probably not a good idea for me to stay for the weekend.

I completely understood and found other arrangements, but I couldn't help feeling a little bit rejected. I know it's completely selfish considering I have RedSox in my life who adores the living shit out of me, but I am selfish...

Though I gotta hand it to my horoscope for the wise words. I have someone wonderful and everything I need. If only I could learn to control the want.

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Frying Eggs on the sidewalk

Ok seriously... seriously... why can't Boston weather be normal for once.

Four days ago i was freezing. Now it's in the 90s.

Have I told you I hate summer? I do. I like the sun from inside only.

I don't want the sun on my skin.... hello melanoma!!!

I don't want to sweat... unless it's from a steamy sexcapade.

Enough with the sweltering heat already. I'd kill for some rain to come and cool off this city.

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My dry spell with Smith Jerrod

When Samantha revealed that she hadn't had sex in 6 months, I felt her pain. It wasn't until this weekend I actually admitted it to the girlz.

Red Sox and I haven't had sex in 6 months. I used to be the Samantha that had to have sex as often as possible. I loved it. I loved the variety of men. I loved the excitement. I loved the different positions. I loved it all... I still do.

Though RedSox didn't "stay with me through chemo", in every other aspect of our relationship he is darn close to perfect. He's a great guy. He loves me. He takes amazing care of me. He always thinks of me first.

I love him... I'm not in love with him.

People have been trying to push buttons and ask me why I'm even dating him. Well, it's because we both know it's going to end. We also both don't see why it should end soon.

I know there is an inkling of hope on his side that I'll stay in Boston for my residency. I also know I have an inkling of hope that I'll return to Boston after my residency ELSEWHERE and he'll be waiting for me.

Neither one of us knows what the future holds, but both of us are happy with the way things are going now. We have a lot of fun together. We make each other laugh. We take care of each other. We enjoy NOW.

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