In search of titillation, one PrimeCrush columnist shares a sexy story about a long-term couple’s search for a porn experience that they could both enjoy, together...
Porn comes in many varieties. It can be mainstream, hardcore, softcore, DIY, parody, anime, queer, educational, erotic, feminist, and so much more. Whichever brand of porn you fancy, one thing is certain: porn is subjective.
I discussed porn with Rita, a friend since high school with whom I’ve swapped many a sex story. Rita has been living with Nick for close to ten years and maintains that their time between the sheets has never been anything less than sizzling, however, when it comes to agreeing on what type of porn they can enjoy together, they are at an impasse.
Determined to find something that would strike both their fancies, Rita came upon a site that offered a “Couples in the Nude Massage.” In a luxury hotel room, a nude masseuse would alternately massage Rita and Nick for a total of three-and-a-half erotic hours while each took turns observing the other’s enjoyment.
Rita decided to keep the massage a surprise and told Nick nothing more than “prepare for the hottest date of your life.” The night began at their favorite restaurant and, after dinner, Rita called a car. Inside the car, she kept Nick blindfolded until they arrived at one of their city’s finest hotels where they rode the elevator to the masseuse’s room. Wearing nothing but a gauzy, white robe, the masseuse invited the couple inside and asked Rita and Nick to take a seat on the couch where she explained the rules: “I will not put my mouth on you. You may not put your mouth on me. I will not have sex with you. Please change in the bathroom where you’ll find robes to wear to the massage table.” Then, the masseuse answered some of the couple’s questions and asked them to sign a release (yes, I know, it’s a groove-kill but everyone must play nice). With business out of the way, it was time for pleasure.
The masseuse directed Nick to a king-sized bed that was just a few feet away from the table. After helping Rita up, the masseuse removed her robe and asked Rita if she was ready to remove hers. Rita did so, and then laid on her stomach as the masseuse covered her in scented oil. Nick was intrigued by how easily Rita’s body moved under the masseuse’s hands, into whatever position the masseuse desired. After a long massage, the masseuse re-positioned Rita so that she was sitting up on the table. Then, the masseuse joined Rita on the table, sat behind her, and wrapped her legs around Rita’s body and pulled her in close. With her breasts against Rita’s back, the masseuse ran her hands down Rita’s neck, across her clavicle, and massaged her breasts, sides, and the top of her thighs. As if in surrender, Rita laid her head back into the crook of the masseuse’s neck as the masseuse continued the frontal massage before whispering into Rita’s ear, “Would you like a Yoni finish?” Rita nodded. The masseuse laid Rita back on the table, face down, then straddled Rita’s legs from behind. After rubbing more oil between her palms, she massaged Rita’s ass for some time before slipping her thumbs down to the outer folds of her labia (Rita swears no fingers went beyond that point), slowly and steadily rocking her hands between Rita’s ass and her labia until the massage – and Rita — came to an end. Rita and Nick changed places.
For the first forty-five minutes or so, Nick laid face-down, enjoying what Rita described as a typical, run-of-the mill massage. When there were no more parts of Nick to massage on that side, the masseuse turned him over on his back. She moved to the head of the table and slowly massaged Nick’s scalp, face, shoulders, and chest, then moved her hands down to Nick’s hips, causing her breasts to teeter over Nick’s face. She continued the massage in this position for quite some time until Nick had a full erection and then asked him if he was familiar with “edging” (the sexual practice of maintaining a high level of arousal without reaching climax). Nick nodded. Then, the masseuse moved both her hands onto Nick’s penis and guided him through some tantric breathing for the remainder of his session.
The masseuse suggested that Rita and Nick shower off the massage oil before dressing. Rita said that Nick’s “edging” experience left them both crazed with a desire that they naughtily satisfied in the hotel bathroom. And on the car ride home. And at home that night. And once again in the morning. In fact, Rita tells me that their already active sex life has become significantly more passionate since their nude massage experience. “It’s like a magic door opened and put us back in that wild honeymoon phase of our relationship.” Rita says she hopes the “magic” will last until the upcoming session she’s booked in celebration of their tenth anniversary. But don’t tell Nick.
The story left me wondering—and now I pose this question to you: Could this kind of experience be considered immersive porn?
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