I Tried a Happy Ending Massage and Loved It: Here’s What Happened!

For years, I poured everything into my job, until it led to a burnout. In an effort to recover and hopefully get my life back on track, I tried everything: acupuncture, meditation retreats, yoga, hot stone massages… One evening, over dinner, as I shared my long journey toward recovery, my friend Marie told me about her cousin who had tried a less conventional type of massage that concluded with what she referred to as a “happy ending.” Curious, I spent several days thinking about her story, wondering if it was similar to those Thai massage parlors often depicted in TV documentaries. I eventually reached out to Marie’s cousin for more details and asked for the contact of this unusual massage parlor, repeating to myself “why not” as if to convince myself.

A few weeks later, I walked into a discreet massage parlor, which was nothing like the seedy atmosphere I had anticipated. There were no neon signs, no tacky music, or a menu listing various “options.” It was a rather ordinary place with a serene atmosphere. I was greeted by a receptionist who asked if I had made an appointment with a specific masseur or masseuse. Over the phone, I had mentioned the name of the man recommended by the acquaintance who had described what the session would entail with this professional, who was open to providing more than just muscle relaxation.

“I relished his hands freeing my body”

In the small room, he greeted me with a smile, asked my preference for the scent of the massage oil, and suggested I disrobe and lie under a towel. He stepped out while I got ready on the table. When he returned, he made sure I was comfortable, asking if the pressure was alright and if I was neither too cold nor too hot. Initially, it felt like a regular massage. His hands pressed firmly, easing my tensions. But as he began to move up along my legs, my heart raced. I was anticipating the shift toward something more sensual. I had booked a 90-minute session and I knew the “happy ending” would come at the end. I savored his hands gradually releasing the tension in my body.

“Would you like a happy ending?”

My charming masseur occasionally spoke up, to point out a knot or to ask me to turn over. As I was reaching a very deep level of relaxation, almost on the verge of sleep, he paused and softly moved closer to my ear. He checked if I was okay, to which I nodded, and then he asked, “Would you like a happy ending?” That was the moment I had been waiting for. I whispered “yes” with a smile, feeling both nervous and excited. He then continued the massage as if nothing had changed, but soon his hands lingered on my thighs, moving higher and higher. I let out a sigh, almost involuntarily. His caresses resumed with fervor and eventually reached my genitals, starting with light strokes and then directly on my clitoris. The orgasm came quickly, intense and liberating. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me from head to toe.

This experience profoundly moved me in a positive way. While it unsurprisingly didn’t cure my burnout, it did offer significant comfort. Being divorced, I had completely neglected my sexuality. And though I never thought I’d pay someone for an orgasm, I discovered that physical pleasure could come from a simple touch, like in a massage, without the need to seduce, compare myself, or perform. There, there was no judgment, no stakes. Just me and my pleasure. Since then, I’ve made it a habit to book appointments whenever the desire arises. I know it might surprise or shock some, but I consistently come out of it feeling lighter and more at peace.