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Well my nuru career started with a massage. Back in 2008, I dated this Australian guy for a few times. Steve came to Vietnam to teach English and he needed a few contacts in Vietnam to help him with some errands. We dated a few times and he didn’t leave a very strong impression on me. He wasn’t my type at all- short, near-sighted, not particularly good-looking and a bit out of shape. I taught him how to ride a motorbike, made a few appointments to view apartments with him and helped him sign a lease contract. I even got myself into a bike accident while running errands for him. I knew he was into me, but for me, he was just a nice guy. In return for my help, he invited me home and promised me my first massage. Mind you, he had never taken any massage lesson before. That fateful night changed my life forever. He brought something out in me, my sensuality, my libido, my femininity, my sexiness and confidence as a sexual being. I moaned and groaned at his touch, twisting my body in the dim light from the bathroom forming an splendid artwork. He made me believe that chemistry is real and what we had was fireworks. I felt electricy run through my body; then our bodies intertwined; we wrestled trying to give pleasure to the other for hours. That very first massage triggered a conditioned response. Every time I saw him after that whether we just sat on a bike without touching or in a cafe with his hand touching the skin of my arm, I got aroused, wet and wanted to go back to his apartment. Life doesn’t revolve around the bedroom. We went our separate ways due to differences in our views and life goals. However, our 6 month dating got me into a new habit: watching massage porn. I learned to masturbate to these videos and one specific type of massage caught my eyes: nuru. Then I got married and divorced. Getting out of a 3 year marriage was like getting shakles off my ankles and wrists. I felt free again to explore my sensuality and live fast to make up for my lost youth in a hopeless relationship. I went fishing on different dating sites and the next thing I knew was to fall in love with an American guy working in Burma. We decided to meet in BKK; for him, I spent time ploughing the web to learn to talk dirty and watching nuru videos back to back to make our first time together perfect. It went according to plan. I gave him a 5 minute of what I learned from the porno, and he couldn’t control himself and we had a great time in bed. I manipulated myself to make sure every time I was with him, I got excited and wet. I also managed to turn him on in public and whenever I wanted. It was an experiement and it worked very well. At that time I was looking for a serious relationship and he wasn’t ready for a committed one, so after meeting another time in Yangon, I decided to call it quits. I went on a few sexual adventures and repeated the chemistry experiements. I chose to meet people that were not my type and choreographed situations in which I looked for and expected certain outcomes. The relationship with Australian ex taught me that chemistry can be brought out and never give up on the first try. So my next target was a skinny and of average-height American, Jonas. I didn’t like him because he didn’t have six packs or he wasn’t tall enough or he didn’t have a master degree or he didn’t look tough but rather a bit weak. There was too many excuses not to like him. I met him at Swensons and thought to myself,” friend zone hime”. We met again for dinner near my home to test his tastes in food and how far he was willing to go to meet a friend; as a result, I found out he was funny. I decided to give him a chance and that he was worth my time. We went to Bobby Brewers, which is like a second run cinema where you can order your food and watch re-run movies free of charge. The number of seats were limited (4 seats each row and 6 rows in total, 2 seats on each side of the aisle) and it was quite busy during popular movies. I turned it into my back yard with public indecent acts from kissing, biting each other’s lips, unzipping his pants and feeling his private part, to dryhuming him, nipping at each other’s neck, stripping my panties and licking my juice off my finger. We always left the cafe feeling crazy and excited so that it was wild when we got to his place. Our dating went on with midnight rides with me in the back molesting him or movies with him touching me during the film. Then he had to leave the country and our story ended there. I then dated a British guy, not my type either, but he was very sweet, caring and good at cunnilingus. In our trip to Hua Hin, Thailand, I wanted to return the favor by giving a 15 minute nuru masage and he had the best orgasm, in his words, in the world. When a lady killer with money said something like that, it got me thinking if I could create the same effect on different men or just these two men felt great because they had something for me or maybe because they were sensitive or perhaps it was a combination of everything that created such an experience. 5 months later, I started working on the side for a website about Polyloving to help market a book related to that topic. My job was to bring as many people as possible to the website and register for a free membership to create a following. In order to do this, I cretated different profiles on OKC, Tinder and Plenty of Fish to advertise my boss’s website. In all of my profiles, I listed giving nuru massages as a hobby. My first client was a German, who saw my profile on OKC and sent me a message asking about where he could have a nuru massage in Saigon. I told him I didn’t know where he could do so and that I never had one myself but I gave one. He immediately asked if I could give him one. I told him since he was a stranger, so I had to charge him and he agreed to it. I prepared him physically and mentally for a week. I chatted with him everyday, sent him some provocative pictures of mine, asked about his sexual habits and teased him with seducing voice messages. We breezed through the week with excitement. I watched tons of porn and nuru videos on Youtube but none had the answer. The longest nuru massage I could find was 7 minutes. Most were repetitive and hard-core porn; I realized it wasn’t a massage; it was more a rubbing experience. I am a creative person, so I filled the missing pieces and rehearsed the moves in my head. The first rule came about: no touching. I made it clear that my nuru massage was a sensual massage not a foreplay followed by sex. My client was okay to that and went on to buy a float for our massage. The D-Day came. I pulled it off without a hitch. The moment we stepped out the bathroom, the alarm went off. My client didn’t believe it was my first time since my timing was perfect. He later told me that he couldn’t get the image of me out of his head till a month later and he was naughty for the whole week following the massage. After the first one, I came to realize that one week’s preparation was too much. Some tourists only have an afternoon. Also, a week of conversing and getting to know each other can lead to confusion and complication, making it harder to do my job. The first few nuru were more sexual than sensual with lots of moves using breasts and body language to drive clients crazy. Clients started to be obsessed with me, texting me, asking me out on dates and proposing to be my boyfriend. I had to let them go slowly. I did not know what the cause was until I met a tantric massage practitioner travelling around Vietnam. We exchanged knowledge and I introduced new rule to stop this obsession. Now my nuru routine is more or less perfect; not all my nuru moves can be applied to all types of body. A nuru massage routine will be subject to how tall or short a person is, the thickness of their upper body, their health condition, their injuries, the size of their penis, their back bone, their touch preferences. The more a client is prepared for it, the longer the effect he can feel. Some can still feel it for a week; others two days. The most frequent effect is sleepiness and a deep sleep after the massage. Some get uninhibited and full of energy to party the next day. Some feel like walking on air, unexplainably happy and cannot focus on work, so it’s best not to have it before a meeting or before a competition.