marcram

Dear L:

Dear L: I don't care if you read this today or in five years as long as you know it's for you. I met you Monday afternoon, November 4, 2013 in the sauna. My first thought: that guy's hot as a blast furnace. Long lean body and that beautiful long flowing hair I couldn't wait to run my fingers and hands through (and I repeatedly told you how much -- along with everything else about you -- turned me on). The thought of approaching someone so gorgeous with such a beautiful body was a little intimidating but at the same time extremely exciting. Being with you was absolutely incredible and I was so grateful our "breaks" weren't blow-offs and we ended up back together. The way you treated my body with your hands and your mouth was incredible: exquisite, gentle, beautiful, tender. Based on what you said I think (and hope) you felt the same way about me because when I'm that turned on (and I was extremely turned on) I'm truly inspired to please. I loved every touch of every part of your body, with my hands, my lips and my tongue. I was overwhelmed with pleasure when I got to fondle, lick, and kiss your beautiful dick and your balls. I was dying to kiss you but respectful that you wanted to save that kind of intimacy for people you know better. When I finally whispered into your ear asking you to stand up so I could run my hands over all of your magnificent body in the dry heat of that sauna I'm astonished my dick didn't explode. And you'll recall how turned on I was when you swung that gorgeous full head of hair as you dropped to your knees in front of me outside the steam/sauna area. Dude ... my dick's getting hard just thinking about it. It's one thing to meet someone "attractive" (and you're way beyond merely "attractive") in a place like Steamworks and have a good time ... during the course of our time together and our conversation I started realizing your weren't simply the hottest guy I've been with in a long, long, long, long time but I actually really started to "like" you. We had a little laugh when I slipped and fell and you reached your hand to help me up and later walking down a hall toward a mirror when I pointed at you in the mirror and said, "THERE'S a hot guy!" and later had a little laugh about how "awesome" bathhouse music is (I'd prefer the Rolling Stones). We got to where we ended up and at one point you stepped away for a moment and walked back to where I was still sitting and reached your hand toward me to shake mine and told me your name. A gentleman, gracious, gorgeous, gifted lover. I asked about your tattoo on the upper part of the right side of your chest and you said it was your "good angel" the "bad angel" was on the opposite side, where there was no tattoo. The way you behaved with me I'd find it hard to believe there is a bad side. You had to catch a train and for some reason made it a point to tell a complete stranger you "weren't going home to anyone". Based on my experience with you and wouldn't have thought so. You were just a really, really, good, decent guy ... and so f-in' hot. You made me laugh when, quite a while after we'd met you asked if I had a room, cause like I said at the time, if I had we'd have been there a long time ago. If only I'd met you on my first visit to Steamworks on 10/30 when I was staying at the City Suites on Belmont and we could have gotten some champagne (or whatever you wanted) and made love all night. That's how being with you was different than anyone else I've met in a place like that. My attraction to you was so strong that from the first time I ran my hand down your left leg I felt like I was "making love" not just "having sex". For anyone else who reads this, the very unfortunate end to this story is that I live in Michigan so that was that. I drove home thinking about getting home but then I couldn't stop thinking about you the next day ... I really hope you see this, man, and if you don't it'll be here for me to come back and read my thoughts on our "meeting" when they were still as fresh and vivid as they are now. God bless you, L! Next day: This BLOWS! I wanted to come back and submit a separate review about Steamworks itself, rather than the fantastic guy I was blessed to spend time with there last Monday and it appears that's not possible. Well, this place is fuckin' awesome. I have quite a bit of experience with just a few bathhouses rather that a little experience many and, coming from the Detroit area Steamworks (Chicago) is the Taj Mahal compared to a kiddie tree house (what we have in Detroit). First of all, I'd like to put in a good word for Danielle, next time employees are being evaluated for raises. He checked me in, was absolutely charming, and recognized me when I gave him a shout out out when I was leaving after my second vist several days later. That whirlpool completely blew me away, as did the sauna/steam room area. Luckily I got to enjoy whirlpool and sauna with the beautiful stud I gushed about yesterday, but not the steam room. The rest of the facility is absolutely magnificent. It's always nice to have a "fair number of people" in attendance when you're visiting a bathhouse, but having only been here twice (on a Wednesday night and Monday afternoon) I'm in no position to judge what the "crowd volume" was like and, frankly, I've had experiences where I've been in places like this that were crowded and everyone was gross and others where I've wandered around places like this that were fairly (or moderately) empty for quite a while and suddenly met someone almost as hot as the guy I referred to above. I mentioned to Danielle when I was leaving the second time I didn't dig the videos in the two-tiered viewing room during either visit (4/5 screens always bears/fat dudes) but he very helpfully explained there's a way to change them ... that just leaves one very small issue, the inhalants available in the vending machine. Neither of the two I purchased had the same affect as what I'm accustomed to, a product called "Rush". I notice the "Be fair and balanced" guideline on this screen about descriptive of things including the "music". Well, as I mentioned yesterday I've never been in a bathhouse where I've dug the music and I haven't got the slightest idea of who it's supposed to appeal to. When I'm getnit on I love nothing more than having the Stones on, ie. Monkey Man, Brown Sugar, Stray Cat Blues, Gimme Shelter, Only Rock 'n Roll, Bitch (the list goes on and on). Kudos to Steamworks, another shout-out to Danielle and if I get a chance to be with the incredibly hot guy I met there last Monday during any future visit it will be an incredible day (or night), indeed! P.S. I left and returned when I noticed something hilarious: your tag "Mostly" Men! Maybe I'll see a woman on my third visit?