Writing a review on my experience with a redditor here in Atlanta

I’ve been a lurker and at time particaptor in 4r reddits and have had “innocent” but flirty conversations. I even experimented with posting ads and went out on a few meet ups.

Unfortunately a lot of my meetups– are men, who although offer no reciprocation, their goal at some point during the encounter to convince you otherwise

Ok now the good stuff……..

I saw his ad on one of those lazy boring nights where I just scroll through random things, I liked the fact it was well thought out and seemed very organized. So often ads are lazily written but this one sounded like it was written by at least an intellectual….. He was offering a non reciprocation sensual massage with happy ending, MY FAVE!!! I really enjoy being pampered and someone paying attention to my needs without expecting anything in return.

I have no issues starting conversations on reddit but rarely can conversations keep my interest after 10 minutes or so. During the conversation I mentioned this sounds too good to be true, and I can be a ball buster at times, but redditor never lost composure and he played it cool. We discussed meeting up a few days later, and he also told me what to expect and what I should bring for the experience. I took him up on the offer to meet up in a public location before escalating our interaction.

After we spoke, I moved on and thought nothing of it, and fully expected no follow up. He reached out in the middle of the next week to confirm our date and He made me feel out a brief survey which allowed me to express what I was looking for and what I was not interested in exploring.. I confirmed but kept looking for excuses why this would never happen.

Ok, Now to the meet up/encounter! It was a meet up but encounter and sounds so much more poetic lol!

The day of– we connected to confirm in the early morning and agreed to meet up at a popular hotel. We met in the lobby, I was pleasantly surprised he was fairly tall, medium build, and well groomed. We chatted and took the elevator up together to the room.

Hotel and room was amazing—well lit and view of the city, not some seedy backdoor low budget room which put me even more at ease. While walking in the room– he had a massage table set up, various oils on the counter, and white hotel robe laid out on the bed. Black Knight Redditor really thought this one out!

He gave me some time to allow me to disrobe, I also took a shower in the room just to make sure I was squeaky clean.

He ushered me to this table, provided me with an eye mask, turned on some really cool 80’s jazz type music,not something I would listen to usually but was perfect for this setting. I laid face down on the massage table—-- ok the good stuff REALLY starts here.

After I laid on the table– he insisted that I wear an eye mask to ensure I could maximize my senses and increase the pleasure of the massage.

The eye mask made things dark and I could feel some tenseness in my body– as I was still thinking I cant believe in blindfolded with a stranger. Right on cue, he asked me if im ok, he used a few fingers and traced from my upper back all the way down to my calves.

Once he got to my feet he grabs my feet with gentle but firm hands, used warm water and a towel to wash the bottom of my feet— never in my LIFE has a man thought to wash my feet– I felt overwhelmed a bit by this alone! He places each feet back into position one by one once they are washed and dried.

He then used his hands and “walks them up” from my calves back to my upper body, keeping constant kinetic contact between us at all times.

Next, (i think this was next anyway) I remember warm oil being applied to my upper back and and rhythmically being stroked up and down and up down the sides of my spine. This part was relaxing and made me feel at ease— all of my concerns went out the door and I could fully enjoy by this time.

Eventually he works the entire backside of my body, making stops at my hands, even massaging each finger individually— sometimes i as he massaged my leg he would even hold my hand with one hand as he used his second to massage up my thigh!

One part I remember fondly, As he massage my back in the upward motion,he would use broad outward strokes, it felt like a “hear motion”-- his hands would apply pressure on my lower back/waist area and expand to the outer edges of my back, while bringing his hands back to the starting position he would be sure to graze the nerves on the side of my breasts as I laid on top of them, This caused an incredible stimulation, not fully oohhh no my pussy is drenched but – very much an anticipation for further touching and a reminder of places that I dont think were ever touched before.

Each hand stroke had a rhythm and he had a skilllll of transition of rhythm, sometimes two hands at once, sometimes alternating, he knew which body parts could hand pressure and which had to be handled gently.

During the back massage he would skip my buttocks every time– spent most of the time every else– I was relaxed so it did not better me as much— but like I said before the anticipation was building– I wanted to be TOUCHED.

He did not disappoint– he moved further down, and at this point started to focus one each of my individual thighs, I remember him having a few “stroked” he would have a two hand cupping stroke with his hands alternating across the width of my thigh (hard to explain – you had to be there!) and he also had long strokes along the length of my thigh, the long strokes– were YES– before providing the long strokes, he opened up my legs a a bit, allowing my vagina to peek out a bit instead of being buried in massage table and thigh, he was able to use the peeking to his advantage I must say, well my advantage, during the massage strokes going up and down my thigh, he would graze my outer labia, not providing direct stimulation but again setting the stage that setting more is coming and I should start to warm up— this drove me up a walllllll, i could feel temperature changing at this very moment.

My clit started to throb, I could FEEL the engorgement. He knew exactly what my body cues were, its like he took a course on this stuff— if so pleaseeeeee make this publicly available. My body became totally submissive to he his hands— I felt blissfully paralized as he stuck two fingers between my thighs and started to stroke my outer labia while i laid face down on the table— he murmured— o wow you get pretty moist dont you— I wasnt sure if that was good or bad— but YESSSS i do SIR! I need this! As he began to do this I buried my clit in the massage table, the pressure combine with the labia strokes had me on the edgeeeeeee, I think he sensed it, and commanded a position change.

He then asked me to flip over to my stomach—- the highlights of “the flipover” He focused specifically on my breasts, which is my off the handle area— although blindfolded, I could feel him standing behind my head in the massage table, and from that angle he would stroke from my middle chest outward to under my breasts, in doing so he would caress nerves under my breast that I’ve never had stimulate. He did a dozen or so of those calculated movements then moved to more direct touch to the flesh of my breasts, using the warm coconut oil as lubricant to slip my breast meat from within his hands, hand by hand, and slightly grazing the tips of my nipples with his finger tips.

At this point I could feel the myself “dripping” out of myself”-- if you get the picture

From there he grabs my feet—- OMG i just love when he took it upon himself to put me in a certain position— Tells me to open my thighs and puts my feet against each other– so now I am lying down with my legs open but my feet against each other— my legs are making a diamond like shape at this point.

The BEST PARTS ARE HERE

With my legs apart and my vagina fully exposed to be touched by his any intention, desire, and whim! He begins to focus on my inner thigh, again long strokes from the meaty part of my inner thigh to where it meets my vagina. He ensure his fingers reach and brush my crease horizatantlly as part of the total thigh massage movement.

He then zeros in on his radar and starts to focus closer to the crease and the upper thigh, increasing the rhythm and the “time between touch of my labia”, creating a constant and rhythmic stoking patterd.

He does this thing, where he does not touch my clit, but cups his hand over my ENTIRE vagina to trap the air, allowing my own warmness to circulate against it, as he uses the other hand to massage and to be honest making it even warmer.

He pauses, keeps contact with my body, and traces my body as he walks over from one side to the other and makes sures my left side doesn't get unattended.

His cupped hands over my vagina slowly transformed into two fingers starting to explore my lower lips, I could hear the moistness as he separated the lips and explored in between them, he slipped in one finger inside of me and slowly stroke the shallow parts of me, in and out, in and out, in and out, and even circular, touching the near walls of me.

At this point, my breathing started to get deep, and I started to forget where I was , what issues in the world, all my responsibilities felt like they came off my shoulders, I was on cloud 9 but yet also very present.

From there he walked around– the table once again, changing his angle to be upward facing and slipped his fingers into me; this time using a come hither to rub me and focus on my gspot. Each time he made direct contact, I could feel not only a flood of emotions but increasing wetness. My legs began to quiver— he grabbed my quivering thigh in a way for me to feel the pressure of his hands while he stroked inside of me with his fingers.

The strong hand on my thigh and flickering of my gspot made me EXPLODEEEEE, my body convulsed, i laughed and cried a bit. I havent orgasmed from a man in soooooo many years.

He understood– as we had discussed this, he told me to relax and take my time to enjoy the post orgasmic feeling—- It took me 15-20 minutes, just to regain my marbles a bit.

He came back with a warm towel and wiped off the massage oil– I put my clothes on, thanked him, had some small talk and left completely satisfied. As i left, I felt satisfied and naughty, DId i just let someone from Reddit touch me all over. To be Honest, I loved every minute of it.

Here’s MY TRUTH: I see it as a safe and low risk way of taking control of my pleasure! He was respectable, articulate, and understood my boundaries— although after getting started— I then knew I no longer had much boundaries left 🥹

I hope that guys reading understand the importance of understanding a woman’s body, taking your time, and ensuring that women are pleased. I hope women that read this understand, that they can take control of their own sexuality.

Thanks to him the bar of quality I expect from sensuality and sexuality has been risen. Kudos to him and hope he can continue to deliver this service but still keeps some slots open for me!