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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Blooming Flowers by November (nnnovember2000@yahoo.com) *** A man loses everything due to his addiction to massages. Well, almost everything. (FFM, fetish) *** This is fun and fiction. Please do not use for profit. I really had a good time writing this story; I hope you have a good time read it. *** I admit it, I am addicted too massages. I lost my wife and my house because of this addiction. O.K. not just any massages, the massages given by Jamie and Judy, two Filipino women who own their own massage parlor, Blooming Flowers. I guess it started three years ago when I got a free gift certificate for a free massage at Blooming Flowers. That is how they get you; once you have experienced the ecstasy of the massage you will pay any price to experience it again. At the time I had never had a massage, it seemed crazy to pay forty or more dollars for something your lover and you can exchange freely. When I received the gift certificate I was happily married and worked as a Junior Executive at a publishing company. I might have even given the certificate away, if not for the fact that it was for a special two woman massage given by the owners, Jamie and Judy. It was also intriguing due to the fact that it was supposedly an ancient Philippine style massage, reserved for royalty. So I said what the hell, it's free and I made the choice that ruined my life. I made an appointment for the next week and resumed my life. When the next week rolled around, it seemed like a godsend. I was stressed because some of our equipment at the plant had broken down and we had to transfer at lot of orders to outside contractors. It was the first time we had to farm out work and we barely made our deadlines. So, I was looking forward to a relaxing professional massage. I showed up after work the day of the appointment and fully expected to have to wait, like you do at the doctor's office. You show up fifteen minutes early like they require and you do not see the doctor until thirty minutes after your scheduled time. Anyway, when I arrived in the reception area, it was full of a lovely smelling tropical flower scent. The scent was strong but it seemed to relax me as soon as I arrived. Another pleasant surprise was that Judy was waiting for me when I entered the massage parlor. Judy was one of the most exotic women I had ever seen. Judy might have been five feet tall if she had been wearing heels; she was not. Her complexion was a flawless dark tan and her jet-black hair hung down to the middle of her back. Judy's face was slightly rounded, her lips were full and thick and she had those patented almond shaped eyes. If she had any flaws it was that her nose was a little wide. To me, it just made her more exotic. She was dressed in a thin orange sarong that clung to her slim body in provocative ways. She greeted me with a smile, took my hand and led me back to my room. When we had arrived at the massage room, Jamie was already there. She could have been Judy's twin except for the fact her skin was a light creamy color. Jamie was dressed in a sarong as well, light green. In the room there was a massage table, another table with towels and oils, a small shower and a one-man hot bath. A light drum beat and flute music track played in the back ground. The girls proceeded to undress me in a very business like fashion. Judy removed an article of my clothing and Jamie folded it or hung it up, what ever was appropriate for the article of clothing. Once I was undressed, Jamie guided me into the shower. Jamie washed me with her tiny hands and a bar of soap that had a tart tropical fruit smell. When I say she wash me, I mean she WASHED ME. She boldly bathed my limp penis and my scrotum. Judy even spread my cheeks and cleaned my anus. When she was finished bathing me she rinsed me off. While Jamie was cleaning me up, Judy laid towels onto the floor to keep me from dripping water onto the floor. Jamie then led me to the hot bath and helped me enter. Once I was settled in the very hot water, Jamie sat on a little chair in the corner with a very calming smile on her face. Her light green sarong wet from the shower was plastered against her skin, showing off her light curves and I could even see her little brown nipples through the thin cloth. Judy then started massaging my scalp in firm gentle circles as the hot water penetrate my skin and sapped away my strength. Jamie watched with that every present smile as Judy massaged my scalp. I had to admit that Jamie was fun to look at. I studied Jamie's lovely exotic face and tight little body for a full ten minutes until Judy was finished massaging my scalp and not once did Jamie look away or get self conscious about my constant gaze. Once Judy was finished, Jamie was there to help me out of the bath with towels to dry me off. At this point, I was sure that I was the most relaxed that I had been in my whole life. Both Judy and Judy dried me off; again they were not shy about getting to my intimate parts. Jamie made sure to lift my balls and dry underneath them. Judy even spread my cheeks and made sure my butt was equally dry. I truly expected the massage to be completed. I was pleasantly surprised when they led me to the massage table and helped me to lie down on my stomach. They proceeded to massage, spicy scented oils into my body, with a strength that was hard to believe their tiny fingers held. Jamie started at my neck and Judy started at my ankles. I was in heavenly bliss as Judy and Jamie worked their way to my butt. Their magic finger removed tension in my body that I did not even know I had. While they worked on my backside, my penis began to get erect. I thought momentarily that I should be embarrassed but I was too relaxed to bother. Once they were finished rubbing my back, the lovely ladies helped me turn over. Judy and Jamie showed no reaction to my erect penis. This time they both started working at my shoulders. The long shiny black hair that hung from their heads draped their Asian faces, giving my eyes something to focus on while Jamie and Judy worked. They worked their magic fingers along my arms down to my fingers. I drifted into a deeper relaxed state as they moved to my chest. Their fingers seemed to draw tension out of my flesh and bones. As Judy and Jamie worked their hands along my chest to my stomach I felt my penis jerk as a little pre-cum oozed out of the tip. This did not slowly their progress, they moved skillful around my throbbing penis. Once they reached my hips, Judy and Jamie moved down to my ankles. They started to massage my ankles, calves and thighs as they worked their way back up my body. My penis started bouncing frantically the closer they came to my balls. As they reached my upper thighs, Judy's fingers brushed my nut sack sending me into a mind-blowing orgasm. My body convulsed as I shot long streams of sperm on to my chest. I shot off three equally intense blasts that drained any residual tension from my body held. Then Judy and Jamie leisurely started to lick the cum off my stomach and chest. They were careful to not miss a spot of my creamy white juices. Judy went as far as too give my penis a gentle stroke to coax out the last drop of sperm, then she used the tip of her little pink tongue to scoop off the last drop of cum from the head of my penis. I was beyond being shocked by what these lovely blooming flowers did as I was in an incredibly relaxed state. Once completed with the clean up of my sperm with their tiny pink tongues, Judy and Jamie used wet hot towels to sponge bathe my chest, stomach and penis. They carefully dried me off and helped me to my feet. Jamie then helped me dress as Judy handed her each article of clothing. Once I was dressed, Judy led me to the reception area. I immediately made appointments for every Friday for a whole month. Each session was a hundred dollars apiece, which at the time I thought was a steal. The reception area was the only place that Judy ever spoke to me; in fact I have never heard Jamie speak a word in the three years that I had visited the Blooming Flower. This arrangement seemed to workout nicely. I was completely relaxed even after long weeks of work, I stopped pressuring my wife for sex, and I started performing incredible well at work. My performance at work earned me promotions and large increases in pay. I was happier which made me more attractive to my wife. The problems came around slowly but steadily. I was losing all interest in sex with my wife. She actually started harassing me about sex. In the end we stop having sex altogether. My wife repeatedly accused me of cheating, maybe I was. This is where the other problem came in. The Blooming Flower seemed to raise their prices right after I would get a raise. At first, it did not seem like a big deal but later the higher prices and the fact that my wife thought I was cheating caused my wife to demand that I stop going to the Blooming Flower. At that time, I was paying a thousand dollars a session four to five times a month. When I refused, she threatened divorce. Soon the threat became reality. She got the house and a large alimony check every month; I of course received all the bills. There was one lucky break; the Blooming Flower massage parlor lowered its prices to two hundred dollars a month. So I was still able to book four to five sessions a month. I admit it; I am addicted to Blooming Flower massages. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. 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