I’ve had a 50% success rate with massages with Alina, meaning that half the time the masseuse I chose was available, and other times I went with whoever was offered at the moment. Interestingly, when I went with a masseuse I hadn’t pre-selected, the experience was often better. Unfortunately, this was also the case here, where Alina was on my bucket list, and I was really looking forward to the massage. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
There’s no point in describing Candyshop; booking a few days in advance via text was smooth. The issues started when I was on my way there—I received a message asking if I could come 20 minutes later because the client before me was delayed (come on, gentlemen, time management is key). Twenty minutes was too much, so we agreed on a 10-minute delay and a discount as compensation. The entrance was fine; the receptionist opened the door, and I was almost startled, thinking I ran into a colleague. It felt odd; I didn’t expect a male receptionist here.
I was offered a drink at the bar, and Alina came over right away. She looks like her photos, but honestly, I expected someone different. She’s Ukrainian. She’s like 160cm. Her weight matches; she’s beautifully slim. I’d guess she’s older than the advertised 25 years, and that might have been the issue. Her face didn’t quite match the youthful body, which looked younger—small B-cup breasts and a small but firm butt.
To my misfortune, I ended up in the same room as last time (down the stairs, to the right, and possibly the last one on the left), a room where the mirror next to the mattress is split by a niche. Anyway, Alina didn’t say much in the room. She offered massages, mentioning she likes them all, so I chose B2B, but unfortunately, no extras were offered. Alina immediately undressed and invited me to join her in the shower, where we discussed whether to go for one or two rounds. I left it up to her. After the initial soaping, she turned her back to me, pressed her butt against me, and started working me with her hand, giving me the opportunity to play with her breasts and caress her elsewhere, which she accompanied with light moaning. It was all nice, which soon led to a climax on her superb butt. Okay, so two rounds, I thought, and after an awkward first impression, I figured it might turn out well.
Moving to the mattress/futon part—starting on my stomach, as I mentioned, the mirrors in this room are really poorly placed. Besides the one I mentioned, there’s one behind the head (which would require you to dislocate your neck) and one on the ceiling (which is nice, but only after you turn over). So instead of straining to see anything, I relaxed and tried to enjoy the massage, which, honestly, didn’t leave much of an impression, except that it had no GFE elements (no intertwined hands, no kisses, etc.). It was more of a sliding massage with B2B elements, where Alina posed in the mirrors and liked to make eye contact through the reflection. She wasn’t shy about it, maybe even too much so. Occasionally, she’d brush against my balls, but it wasn’t anything wild. However, those few moments when she’s on all fours with her back to me, allowing me to see her arched back in the mirror reflection, were worth it and promised better action after the turn.
The turn happened halfway through, or maybe after, and it continued in a similar vein—no GFE except for quite intense eye contact, sometimes really close, and it’s a shame she doesn’t offer kissing (even though her lips are enhanced, I liked them). She only alternated between a few positions—either beside me on all fours, where I could play with her butt and more, or in a cowgirl position above me, working me with her hand behind her back, or in a 69 position, where I could reciprocate her care and play with her too. She rotated through this trio several times, then launched a frontal attack to finish the second round, which didn’t succeed; it had the opposite effect. So after a few minutes of trying, I stopped her, saying it wasn’t going to happen.
She cuddled for a moment, then I led the way to the shower, where she helped me with the oil, and I did the same for her. The shower was purely for cleansing.
After the session, I paid 2000
Conclusion: I’m not sure how to rate this—Alina was nice, she’s a pretty girl, there was no disaster, but the whole experience felt scripted, and if I came back, it would probably play out exactly the same. Nothing extra, nothing that gave me a sense of a personal touch or that I’d remember fondly, so probably a neutral rating.
Body to body; 2000,- (discount); 60 minutes; rating (average)
