Savings versus desire—desire for a massage won out. Since I only had two days to book, my favorite masseuse wasn’t available. So, I turned to the website of a trusted source. My first choice didn’t work out, so I tried the second option: Alex, with a booking for a “pussycat” massage. I appreciate that the site honestly states what services the lady offers and whether she enjoys them. Here, it just said she offers it, which can be a gamble, as it doesn’t always turn out well.
Booking for the desired time was smooth. I made my way to Vinohradska. I arrived right on time. I always hesitate at the door downstairs, unsure of which one to choose—it would be nice if they marked it or mentioned it in the SMS.
After a moment, Alex greeted me with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, calling me “Darling,” which assured me things would be fine. Her new photos on RH were accurate: a beautiful figure, lovely breasts, and a stunning backside. I like it when a girl has a bit of a ribcage showing.
We headed to a room almost at the end, which had three mirrors, including one on the ceiling—something I hadn’t experienced before. Alex offered a drink and a shared shower, which I accepted. She left to get the drink while I went to start the shower. She wasn’t opposed to introductory touches, kisses, or caresses.
After drying off, I lay on my stomach. She barely noticed my legs, which didn’t bother me. She thoroughly worked on my back, using her fingers, breasts, and body while letting out delightful sighs. She positioned her backside in enticing ways. She ventured down a few times.
The turn came about halfway through, which seems standard to me. She was above me, moving over my chest with her fingers, then her body, reaching my neck where she hinted at a kiss, which she did place on my cheek. Her face was so close to mine that our noses nearly touched—it was very pleasant and exciting.
Looking up at the ceiling, seeing her move so beautifully, I asked if she could lie on her back so I could take the initiative for a while. She wasn’t opposed to touches, kisses, or teasing down below, but after a bit, I sensed she wanted me to stop. I’m not one to push beyond someone’s comfort or desire.
We switched positions again, and she was above me once more, moving around my neck, pressing against me, and massaging down below so wonderfully that just a few glances upward at her swaying hips were enough to finish things off. She seemed surprised and, with a smile and the words “I’ll kill you,” began to clean herself and then me.
We had a few minutes left, so she massaged my back again, and I enjoyed the view of her beautiful backside. Another shared shower, getting dressed, and payment followed. The session lasted about 55 minutes. A goodbye kiss on the cheek, and I left.
The massage wasn’t top-notch, but the excitement and great mood afterward certainly were, so I would definitely repeat it.
Type of massage: pussycat
Duration: 1 hour
Price: 2600
Review rating: good
