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May 11, 2005

Total Message

Living in Iran we were brought up in a religious family as you might know by now, but my father was much more relaxed than most of my uncles and the other men in his family. We used to have Friday mornings ritual of going to one of my uncles' house and there we would meet the rest of the male cousins and their fathers, we would have breakfast and then we would have an older man of god, that was trusted with all the elders in the family, teach us how to read Quran, and advice us of all the ills in the society, and how to avoid them. The main party behind this was my Uncle Mohamad Ali, a very strict man religiously, but lolts of fun to be around, always joking and laughing. He was very charming, and being the first man of his generation to study abroad, and earning an Engineering degree in germany, he carried certain respect amongst all of us. I really liked him and so did all the other cousins, I could say he was my favorite amongst my Uncles, and all together a man of principal. He raised six kids, all becoming good members of their society, good business men, and earned their father's respect. he made his own mistakes too, but we all do.

My father was not that strict with us, we would go to the Friday mornings ritual when we could, and was mostly to see the rest of the family. He tried to teach us to pray, waking us up early mornings to do the morning prayer, but he was also more relaxed about that too.
To some extent it was my mother's ifluence that had made him more moderate, and also having to feed two families and eight kids did not leave him much time. My mother though religious also was more progressive and moderate in her beliefs. I used to go out with my friends, I had grildfriends, used to go dancing, wearing my hair long, dressing in bell botom jeans, and so did my brothers. So when I came to united States, not many things were new to me , but there was some culture shocks.

When I was twenty or Twenty one, one day, a bunch of us, my friends and my first cousin (his father was the eldest and most ristrict in the family)and I were hanging around in fairfield, with money in our pockets and looking for trouble. My Cousin suggested that we should visist a MESSAGE PARLOR. He had been to some before and he promissed us that it would be fun. I had never been to one, so he assured me it is only a message and it would be OK. We went upstairs to the saloon, where we were greeted by an older lady, with layers of make up on her face, and her hair bottle blond and teesed up high. She asked us if we want TOTAL MESSAGE, and my cousin answered "YES", with a sly smile on his face. We were shown the pictures of the massuses on the wall and got to pick up our choises.

I was still kinda taken by the whole sleezy decor of the place and the old Lady's face, and was feeling out of place. Every body picked one, and I was left by the last choice, and it was okay. We were directed to different rooms, where we were told to disrobe, and lay on the table, the room was cold. I took my cloth off, kept my under pants, and layed on my stomack on the table. Soon my massus arrived, she was nice, had a south of border accent, chewing gum, and seemed somehow motherly. she said "suga you gotta lose this", and then she peeled my panties down, and there I was bare ass laying down infront of my CONCHITA, feeling embarassed, and deffensive. She pored some oil on my back, and started messaging me. " you are too tense baby, you gotta relax", she said with humor in her voice.

She did My shoulders, my back, and going down , my hips, legs, and feet while humming, she looked very professional and at ease, I started to relax and enjoy the message, she worked her way up, and
once on my hips, her fingers crawled deeper, messaging me between my butt cheeks, I was shocked, she continued, up and down , but every once in a while she would go back between the butt cheeck, like a musician that knew she had to hit that particular note, every once in a while, by now I was alarmed, and the sensation had caused me another
embaressing problem.

Then she stopped, and told me to turn, and lay on my back, I was aprehensive, since I had developed more embaressing extremities under her skilfull hands. I turned back, and before I know it, she pored some oil, on my extended extremity, and let her fingers and palm do the talking, I was shocked, raising myself a bit up, not knowing what to do or say, I had not asked for the special treatment, but before I know it she was finished, and cleaned me with a towel, gave me a smile, and kissed my cheek goodby.

I sat there for a few moments, trying to figure out what had just happened. You know in high school, although we lived uptown, but every thursday, some of my classmates would get together, and go down town to where the whore houses were. It was their weekly ritual, going downtown together in a pak, with their Purple peniciln pills in their pockets, and their fresh 200 rials in their hand. and the next week we would hear them from the back of the class talking about who was scared, and who could not perform. That was so stange to the rest of us that refused to go. You see for them it was the right of passage to the manhood, and once in a while they would threten us that one day they would kidnapp us and take us there. In my head I
knew I would have a heart attack, or a nervousa break down if they took .

Well we came out, and when I told every one else about my embaressing moment, they all laughed loud, telling me that, it was a TOTAL MESSAGE. I was upset why I was not told before hand, and I made sure that one day I went back to that place, got the message, and told the lady, she did not have to total it, I had to prove to them and the rest of my pals that I was better than them, heh, like they cared.

Posted by Idinraha at May 11, 2005 03:58 PM

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