Earlier I wrote about how amazing it felt to receive a proper Thai massage on a small tab.

Recently I upped myself twofold: not only did I take a larger dose than I have done in a long time, I also booked a full hour erotic massage at a licensed parlour.

Holy. Fuckin'. Shit. Holy.... Shit.... This was the weirdest, hottest, horniest, challenging thing I did in a VERY long time, if not ever.

Weird because it was my first time in general going into such parlour. I rang in advance to ensure they had a spot available and walking up to the door I started to feel nervous, excited and my heart raced. The Madame opened the door into a small, dark hallway with typical oriental decor. High gloss black tables with red and golden wall accents with some decorative tropical plants. A half naked masseuse quickly passed across the hall, from what seemed to be a massage room into the back of house. Madame asked me to wait in 'the bar'. It wasn't more than a single barstool at a tiny bar. Nobody behind it.

My thoughts were somewhat numb. Not sure what to expect I just focussed on myself. In wonder I enjoyed the reflections of the golden ornaments and the wavey patterns that distorted my view. Not very long thereafter a petite Thai lady popped into the bar and asked not much more than "this okay?", Referring to herself. I smiled and remember how the thoughts of seeing her naked gave my heart's BPM an 80% spike. This was going to happen for real!! I agreed that she was "okay" and followed her into the small, similarly dark, similarly decorated 'treatment room'. Basically a bed with red sheets, some hangers and a small bedside table. The two of us just fit in. She gave me a hug and welcomed me. The two tabs really started to kick in at this time. It was a solid 3 to 3.5 hrs since I dropped them and I recognized the mindbending trippiness from long ago. The kind that lets your mind wander into I known territories without you noticing. The kind of trippiness that takes you to places unknown, yet so very familiar.

This skinny masseuse introduced herself as Soda, after which I introduced myself and was confused about her next question. She asked me if I wanted something to drink. My mind was weirded out. I started doubting myself instantly, did she say her name was soda, or did she ask me to have a soda?! The mindfucks were starting.... O well. Delt with it before and I asked for water. Which in turn confused her. A weird Babylonian conversation ensued where we tried to figure eachother out. In the end she got me some water while I undressed.

She asked me to shower first, which apparently is behind a wall but otherwise open to the general entry hallway. Again doubting myself I checked with her: " Shower is a cross the hall?!" She confirmed "Where you came from". "You have been here before, right??!". I was taken aback. No I haven't.... "Yes, I know you!", She smiled. This really took a toll on my sanity. It's not the first time that the question "have you been here before" causes me to go a little haywire when high, or tripping. I'm never sure whether they mean 'here' as the physical place our bodies are located, or the 'here' meaning the beautifully trippy mindspace I'm at. Does she know I'm tripping? Did I do something so obviously weird I gave it away? No, not yet... But not very long from now I definitely will have given it away!

And so I walked, with only a towel to cover my privates, to the shower, through the public hallway. Bit weird. But whatever.... I cleaned myself and enjoyed the feeling of water running over my skin. I enjoyed it a lot. So much that once again my mind was taking a mini-holiday. It seemed as if I was 'somewhere' for a few hours until I snapped back. I dried myself and walked confidently into the hall. That confidence quickly disappeared... Which room was it I came from ?! Fuck... Doubt. But I kinda knew where to go and pushed the doubt aside, opened that door and stared at the perky breasts of Soda, sitting on the bed naked,awaiting for me to lay down. I felt my cock get hard already.

As I entered back into the room I remember her body, her presence was not the exact same. The visuals were getting much more pronounced and her body was not just seen by my eyes, I could feel her entity, I could sense the tension and my excitement as I lied down. Not sure what to expect but I did know what I was longing: an oily body to body massage. And so I asked, or told her, to ensure body to body was included. She reacted somewhat annoyed as it was obvious it would be. So I laid down, on my belly, naked. I remember this. I also remember the end where I 'woke up' saying "Wow, that really happened!!" And fragments I'm between where I am massaging her, sliding my hands in between her legs, all oiled up. I remember her saying she wanted me inside her and I remember her grinding her pussy on my never-been-so-hard-before cock. I remember the bottle of oil emptied onto me and me emptying it on her. The sensation of her warm, small oily body gliding over mine was truly out of this world. I remember at some point she laughingly said "omg, you're so high!!". And I remember I manhandled her a bit as she put me in my place lecturing me "You can't just lift me up all the time and put me where you want like a doll!". I remember that. Im pretty pretty sure I have not been inside her, but honestly... I might as well have been. But whether it were her hands doing me a good lingam massage or the pussy sliding or actual penetration; it felt SO intense! My memory doesn't contain every single image or moment. I remembered the overall, general sensation of bliss, of pure raw sexual pleasure. Wild. Very wild.

So yes, at some point I must have been so out of (or into) it, it was clear I was high AF. Maybe I told her, to ease my mind and not have to worry about the secret. Anyway, she wasn't bothered by it as we filled the full hour.

I got to shower off the oil and once again drift off to lala land while doing so.

The post-massage conversation, or lack thereof was awkward. My peaking brain and her somewhat limited English were not a good match! I got a few candies pressed into my hand, I finished my glass of water (god that tasted good!) and I kissed her goodbye.

The moment the door fell into the lock behind me and the cool air and noisy city sounds reached me I already felt as if I'd lost halve of my memory. I fostered the experience in the tram ride back but I was tripping much harder than I'm used to and it was more difficult than before to just sit back and relax. The schiz was closing in as I was sure some guys were talking about me and the way I acted. I just popped in my noise cancelling earbuds and stared out the window, transferred to the train and made my way home.

What an experience. I'll do it again!