To me, Flight 168 has always been the best massage parlor. If I want to impress my peers and colleagues from overseas, I take them there. Not only does it have a wide choice of attendants, but I have always enjoyed the cleanliness of their rooms and its overall cozy ambiance.
This is the most despicable thing that a guy can ever do to an escort or PSP (personal service provider). It’s downright pathetic. The job is already difficult enough for the girl, and now the guy wants to take away the very reason why she’s into that job.
I know that some people are prudes and thus are quick to assume that motel rooms are dingy, sleazy, unkempt. On the contrary, motel rooms can be cozy and comfortable. Admittedly, the quality is far from 4- and 5-star hotels, but they are not holes-in-the-wall either.
My favorite has always been the Victoria Suites in Pasig.
Here is my usual route when I feel the urge to visit a massage parlor.
KTV experiences can end up as an exorbitant expense. Unlike massage parlors and escort experiences, both of which have fixed price schemes and pre-determined duration, KTVs have the potential to spiral out of control. The ingredients are there—a sexy woman, alcohol, and a credit card. So, if you want to keep your expenses in check and ensure you don’t go down the wild path, here are some things to consider so you can make the most of your budget and ensure more fun-filled repeat visits.
In many discussions I’ve had, there is always the tale of falling in love with the “personal service provider.” I am sure a lot of guys fall for the PSP—whether she be a GRO, an escort, or an MP attendant. I caution everyone on this. The girl will use her skills to entice the client so that she gets a bigger than usual tip and that hopefully the client would continue to see her. Face it—women lie. According to a National Scruples and Lies Survey, women lie to their husbands or partners to keep their relationship going even if they became pregnant by another man and they will lie to her man about the baby she was carrying if she wanted to stay with him. So for some women, feigning love is a piece of cake.
There are moments when the libido suddenly jumps up and begins running on overdrive. Maybe you have been viewing too many sexy photos or maybe you had a hard day at work and you want to unwind. The problem is you are currently unattached, and you neither have the patience or the talent to pick-up girls in a bar. But you need release. It is gnawing on your mind that you know that you will be unproductive anywhere in life unless you give in.
Given a choice: Would you go for a KTV, a massage parlor (MP), or an escort service?
One term that I picked up from various forum discussions was “live wire.” It conjured images of white, searing bolts of energy, electric shock, and searing severe—if not fatal—pain. In fact, it may be an adequate description because, in adult parlance, live wire is referred to as having sex without a condom.
There are days when my sexual urges gets the better of me. During those days, I need to get some relief.
If you need a quick release, a massage parlor is the best place. The maximum time you spend inside is 1.5 hours, even less if you decide to skip the massage and go straight to the extra service. There are days when I am out the door in 30 minutes.
There is no shame in a quick exit. Some of the attendants, in fact, prefer it. It is no easy task to massage someone. Moreover a brisk turnover can translate to more customers. Some can even use the extra time to get some sleep.
I’ve been blogging for quite some time already, writing about topics like KTVs, massage parlors, GRO dynamics, escort services, motels, sex/relationship tips, plus a couple of my rants and musings. And now, here I am at FHM.
But I, Buwayahman, do not claim to be a sex expert. I do not have Adonis looks. I do not possess a chiseled physique nor washboard abs. My sexual prowess is nothing extraordinary. There are times when I can last long, but there are times when I shoot my load in just a few minutes. While I can please a woman, there are times when I fail. There are times when I can go for three rounds, there are times when I fall asleep after one. But what I can say is that, at least, I have what I would call “sexual honesty.” Sex may not be the defining motivator in my life, but it is a powerful motivator nonetheless. I suspect that many of us—men and women alike—feel the same. If I get the urge, I acknowledge it. I don’t repress it like taboo.
So, I admit, I go to massage parlors and KTVs. I deal with escort services. I go to bars trying to befriend some ladies in the hope that we establish a physical relationship. I have had female acquaintances where our relationship has not progressed farther than a bed. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.
