First time?

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My first at an AMP: I lived in San Francisco in my 20s and would see signs all over the place for massage parlors. This was in the 1980s and a lot of the signs had a psychedelic look to them as though the places had been around since the 60s. What I discovered is that all of these places were rip-offs--the masseuses would keep stopping and they or their managers would come in and ask for additional tips and nothing would ever happen (I suspect a lot of these places are gone now, victims of boards such as this that expose such places).

Anyway, I visited a more out-of-the way Asian place on a dingier street with a very discreet sign and got a hr that really rocked my world. I visited a few other places and had what I thought was a bright idea: I'd ask the masseuse to take her clothes off and let me kiss and caress her during the hr. And they agreed! I felt like Edison and the lightbulb-I actually thought I invented this particular variation on the sensual massage. But when I moved to NYC a year or so later, I discovered my invention had already been discovered by others.

By the way, when I first moved here--this was in '83--there were a lot of places staffed by college-age American girls that advertised in New York Magazine and elsewhere (there was a great one in the heart of the West Village). In typical NYC fashion, they've been pretty much completely replaced by AMPs and RMPs the way Jewish delis were replaced by bodegas and then by Korean delis.

 

[Salcido es el mejor]

LOL.

ACCIDENTAL MONGER is the term?

My monger virgin cherry was broke in Vegas 20 years ago when my pal decide to send a hot little flip girl over for some room massage without me asking.

Of course i couldn't resist. Afterward, i was forever hooked.

20 years later, after mongering adventures in coast to coast and all the way to the far east...i am still here.

Still have to say...best i ever had (even including maccu), was the 90s-early 2000s in the bay area.

Of course, my uncle tells me the days when there used to be "blow job" restaurants in the far east where they blow under the table while you eat. I would give one of my nuts for that experience.

 

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What was the moment that led to mongering?

Max here. I've been a hobbyist for a couple of years, but have only been a lurker. I hope I'm not being presumptive starting a thread (my 2nd post).

I walked into mine very naive. In fact, I truly had no expectation that anything was going to go on.

I was meeting some friends later that night and had some time to kill. I didn't want to hit a bar that early, because there was going to be plenty of that going on later. I happened to walk past a very heavenly spa on 17th street that caught my eye.

It was a store front business on a commercial block. It was in a dark corner of a block of photo studios and trendy micro-restaurants sprinkled with freight elevator doors and drab lobby entrances. But one store front had a monitor in the window that displayed various massage techniques. It all seemed very safe, done tastefully. Almost too sanitized. It was on the boredom level of a high school Phys Ed video. It looked like a clean, safe place to disappear for an hour. I figured, "What could go wrong?".

Well, nothing went wrong, far from it, but things did not go as expected!






I'm sure you guys have way better stories than I do. I will post the rest of mine if anyone gives a shit, but, believe me, it's not real exciting. It's more about me bumbling around, not knowing what to do. More a laugh than a rod. But somebody out there has a cool story.