Chances are you’ve heard the story: an unmarked door leads to a dimly-lit massage parlor where women with strong hands and tolerant smiles await a train of libidinous male patrons. The “happy ending” tale is all too common, a mixture of truth and urban legend that captivates male imaginations even in an age of casual sex and unlimited Internet porn.
“It’s always a certain type of place,” said Brian, a 41-year-old screenwriter who admits to visiting the odd “men’s spa” or two (though never, of course, for that). “You go for a reason, and you know what you’re getting when you walk in the door.” Read more on YourTango.com…
Yesterday we told you about how, thanks to a new spa trend, women are finally able to get happy endings. That’s right, after centuries of men being able to get some so easily, we ladies are finally getting our fair shot! However, even though the playing field has been leveled, we wonder, if you’re in a relationship, is it still considered out of bounds or is it just a fun way to score? After reading this awesome article by Gina from Mom Logic, who encouraged her husband to cash in and get off during his weekly massage, we had to wonder… do you consider a hand job from a professional masseuse cheating? Keep reading »
No matter where I seem to live in New York City, my neighbor is always a “handy shack,” aka a massage parlor that doles out happy endings. Currently, I live next to a place with a basement entrance, a neon red light, and middle-aged masseuses who wait for customers behind veiled curtains. It purports itself to be a Chinese Healing Center — hey, as we all know, there are many benefits to sexual healing. The handwritten sign in the window advertises a deal for “61 minutes.” My best friend thinks that extra minute is all the time their clients need to prematurely ejaculate, but I think it really says 69 illegibly.
We see men go and come there, and I even have a married friend who frequents it. It’s always hilarious when I catch him with a big smile on his way out. Parlors like that are a dime a dozen in the city, but nothing tops where I lived fresh out of college. The infamous Russian Turkish Bath House of the East Village was the building in my backyard. I recommend taking a gander at their video to get a sense of the experience. I myself spent many a night watching the free porn that went on in their outdoor pool, so, I was not surprised to read that they are…how should I put it… a full-service operation. Keep reading »