in order to verify several of the competing claims of most satisfying experience for the dollar spent, your humble correspondent perfomed a back to back comparison of three modalities for getting one's rocks off.

Modality One was a "charming secret" B2B massage establishment that charges what the market will bear.

Two was with an expert, underlined twice, Chinese erotic masseuse

Three was an f/s incall environment named after a classical indian pictorial guide.

The first stop was tightly clocked, had more of an ambience of sexual shtick than erotic depth, and the woman gazed at me with sad needful eyes as one might encounter in a Tom Waits song. She was intent on getting me to come, and I did, but there was nothing about the experience that I couldn't live without...

Second was with Shirley, a woman who I have known for the longest time but never appreciated as much as I should have. She is simply subtler and more erotically developed, how to put this ? There is such a thing as erotic maturity, and she's got it. She offered up the most awesome testicular massage with perfect pressure and rhythm while circling my belly or gently pinching my nipples with the other hand. Came powerfully and copiously, gave her a fifteen minute neck massage in gratitude...

Thusly limbered up, proceeded to stop three to spend an hour with a lovely rubenesque creature, although this body type isn't my norm, she's been well reviewed and has a marvellous personality. Something Shirley did to me earlier in the day unleashed a wave of orgone that I was not expecting, and honestly, wasn't prepared for.

Miss H. and I rapidly merged into a gasping sweating tangle of flesh, pheromones, and obscenities with my pelvis freely plunging away at the upper end of my rpm range. Unlike my normal physical state, I went faster and faster with no tiredness or feeling of wearing out... Miss H. was gone off in a trance and mumbling ZZTopp lyrics and the bed sounded like some piece of industrial equipment as it rapped against the wall.

The gaggle of ladies who were sitting on the couch on the other side of the wall and conversing noisily had grown dead silent.

About 45 minutes later Miss H. snaps out of it and announces that "this is CRAZY" and has to take a break because her bladder is going to burst. She oils me up with silicone (Wet Platinum, the only game in town when it comes to non-water based lubes) and I come so hard she stares with her jaw slack.

Do you realize that you just hit yourself in the eye ?

Therefore, research department has concluded, skillful chinese first, good f/s second, is a substantially better deal that the equivalent amount of time with f/s only, but the f/s completes what the massage begins.

Cheers.........