It's good to be home.  STL was fun, but:

If you're bored and want to read a long review wherein I had the most erotic massage of my life and then the girl said, "OK, we're done," leaving me with the most amazing case of frustration in my not-so-short life, see my post on the "Other Cities" discussion board.  Happy to have someone else's take on it, too--I don't do FBSM all that much, usually go to straight advertised FS providers.  Anyway, might be good for a laugh.

I went and had a massage.  I don't know if I'd call it erotic.  The woman who did the massage stayed clothed, but wore really loose clothes made of very light material.  She came as close as you could get to touching all the key areas without actually touching them.  Rather than the fingernail thing, she lightly applied baby powder and used a feather duster.  She always seemed to make certain my hands were touching her tits.

By the time I turned over I had a raging hard-on.  At the beginning she asked if I needed to be covered and I told her no.  So I'm laying there with a hard-on and I swear she's just fucking with me.  She throws on the baby powder and goes throught that routine.  Then out of the blue, she says "ok we're done."  And nothing else.  I didn't have another option available so I had to go home and take care of things myself.  

But I was intrigued by her.  So a few months later I called back.  This time I went to her house.  When I got there she was laying out by the community pool in a little bikini.  This time the massage was done in her bedroom.  She did change her clothes into something slightly more conservative.  Again, she sent me away with blue balls.  

You people aren't going to believe this.  I called her again.  This time she came to my appartment.  We were in the living room.  She was wearing daisy dukes and a very tight fitting tank top.  It could barely contain her tits.  We go through the massage routine.  I flip and she procedes.  She says "ok we're done."  I say "are you sure about that?"  She said "was there something else you were thinking of?"  I said "I'm thinking about the case of blue balls you've given me three times now."  So she gives my dick a squeeze and tells me I should have just asked the first time I saw her."   Immediately she pulled off her top, grabbed some of her oil or whatever and gave me on hell of a HJ.  A lot of times the signs are there, but you still have to ask.