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He had my full consent, I just asked to know every detail.Īfter a year, we were ready to get back to the city. Rather, the quest for a happy ending felt like this secret spy mission, this experiment. If he did decide to go through with it, it would not feel like cheating to either of us. We talked about it a lot, and joked about it a lot. If he was going behind my back to get happy endings, I would be upset. A happy ending seemed like nothing to me as long as he was completely upfront about it and was not sneaking around. There would be no affair, there would be no emotional connection, there would be no back alley hooker, there would be no penetration. It was just a hand job from a stranger, in a controlled setting. No, I did not consider it cheating to get a happy ending. There is a lot of humor in our lives, and this was part of it.Īs we talked about it more, he asked if I would consider it cheating. He would leave to go to the store, and I would ask him to text me if he decided to get a happy ending, just so I wouldn’t be worried if he was late. The conversations were never contentious in anyway, it was more us joking about when he would do it. The idea bounced around between us a lot.

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He felt the same, plus he would be the one getting the happy ending, so it was an added bonus for him. The whole thing seemed completely absurd, and hilarious, and I felt like I really needed to know if this whole “happy ending” was actually a real thing. I would think it was awesome.” Then I started laughing, and so did he. He brought it up during one of our discussions, “What if I went to one of those and got a hand job? Would you be mad?” With all our talking, imagining, pretending, and google searching, my partner started to get intrigued. Our google searches led us to, but alas, none of the massage parlors were listed.

Was there some secret signal? Was it part of every massage package offered? How did the masseuse know a happy ending was requested? Was it on the checklist? Areas you would like us to work: shoulders, neck, and my dick. We would also imagine how awkward it must be to get a hand job at a massage parlor. Each time we passed one of these little massage parlors, we would make note of the patrons entering and exiting and imagine their home lives, what they were feeling, what their partners must think, all those things. The concept of the happy ending became a running joke with us. My partner explained that happy endings at these types of massage parlors were actually real things. In a one-mile radius of our home, there were at least 10 of these little massage parlors, possibly more.

In this new neighborhood there was an abundance of massage parlors. We loved the neighborhood, we loved the culture, and we were happy with our temporary spot. The only thing we could find was a converted disused religious building within an outlying neighborhood that was approximately 90% Asian American. We were off the moving schedule, so the immediate options for vacant apartments were scarce. Everyone in our city moves on September 1. Two years ago my partner and I were amidst a real estate deal that fell through at the last second.

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