My first massage of the year was quite an experience. I’m not entirely sure what contributed to it the most, but everything seemed to align perfectly to my satisfaction. Perhaps my mindset played a role, as I didn’t have overly high expectations for the salon or the masseuse, and the initial moments seemed to confirm this. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I go for massages roughly every other month, usually preferring Candy or RH. Trying other places has been a mistake, at best average. Sometimes the masseuse was nice, but poor coordination or the salon’s facilities ruined the experience. So, how does the Fantazie salon measure up?
Communication via WhatsApp was quick and pleasant. The salon is easily accessible from the Hradčanská metro station. The entrance is via a buzzer, and the path down to the basement feels a bit shabby, with a spiral staircase and plaster chipped down to the brick, which made me a bit apprehensive about what lay behind the door. It’s January, and poorly heated or musty basement spaces are not what you want. A young woman in a robe opens the door, asking who I’m there for, and I realize it’s Ashley herself. A bit of uncertainty, she guides me straight to the room. (Meaning there’s no reception or even a hint of a foyer or shoe rack.) You take off your shoes and everything else in the room. The first impression of the environment isn’t great—it’s quite minimalist. Ashley checks the type of massage I want, and payment is upfront. She hands me a towel and a washcloth, then leaves to get the oil. The shower stall is in the room, but it looks a bit cheap, with a rubberized curtain with a print. As I undress, I think to myself, oh boy, this might be another bizarre experience, what have I gotten myself into again, oh well. With this mindset, I step into the shower, not knowing if Ashley will join me. My hands are quite cold, so I appreciate the individual start. After all, when the masseuse doesn’t take the initiative, the situation of two naked people who have known each other for exactly two minutes in a one-meter-square space is quite comical, especially when accompanied by endless/unsuccessful temperature adjustments, weak water pressure, and unreadable gestures (are we just washing… each on our own or…?). If you’ve read reviews about what masseuses do in the shower, the disappointment can sometimes feel like a cold shower.
However, the shower works surprisingly well, warming me up nicely. Thoroughly washed, I notice Ashley is back and waiting. I dry off with a soft towel, glancing around the room. There’s minimal decoration, but I actually prefer it to tacky imitations (statues, wallpapers, fake candles). The room is clean, well-heated, reasonably lit, and has good sound. You might smile, but if you’ve experienced damp slippers, suspicious towels, a noisy heater, and a cheap speaker in a dimly lit hole, you know what I mean.
I shift my attention to the masseuse. Sometimes small details at the start make a difference, but instead of being indifferent and glued to her phone, Ashley is kneeling naked in a calm position on the futon. Excellent, I finally get to see how the salon matches up with its photos and descriptions. I can confirm, they’re not lying! Her height and measurements are accurate, and her age of 23 seems believable. I lie on my stomach, asked if I prefer a more sporty or relaxing massage. Although I have nothing to compare it to, as I only go for erotic massages, the initial ten minutes of the agreed sporty massage were nice. She uses her fingers, palms, and elbows, and it was pleasant.
I occasionally watch her in the mirrors (one by my head and another large one on the side wall), she looks focused and it suits her. She oils up and moves on to B2B. She doesn’t use her full weight, mostly gliding with her breasts and chest, and the atmosphere thickens. She leaves no doubt that the sporty introduction is over and things are about to get much more interesting. She leans on me, gets close to my face, kisses my neck, and then teasingly nibbles on my ear. She smells nice, I feel her breast movements on my back, it’s quite sexy. At this moment, a kiss wasn’t far off. She slides a few more times, her hand casually gliding over my thigh, buttocks, wandering to my balls, and continues with the teasing. Time to turn over, what else. Warm oil on my thighs and lingam, thankfully not a frontal assault, more like testing what excites me the most. I get bolder with touches on her soft body. She doesn’t avoid eye contact, naturally pretty in the face, no makeup, hair clipped up.
I enjoy her touches, we cuddle mutually, starting to sync up. She incorporates her breasts (a heartfelt titfuck), after a while I have to rein her in, we still have plenty of time. She understood that I enjoy the hints of a lover’s game and doesn’t feel the need to try any rehearsed gymnastics. She looks quite blissful, and I have to restrain myself a bit from attempting anything more… If this were a “friend,” I’d consider further steps, with consent, a natural progression. We may be in Fantazie salon, but back to reality. We culminate the heightened atmosphere in a kneeling position facing each other, I enjoy her breasts, she gently strokes. No need for guidance, and she wasn’t impatient. She lets me finish, there’s not much time left. We head to the shower together, thankfully she remains kind and accommodating (not in a double entendre way, I mean she doesn’t switch to “well, that’s done, hurry up, the next eager guy will be here soon”).
I leave the shower first and get dressed. She’s confident in how it went, but I still thank her for a pleasant experience. A goodbye, she wishes me a nice evening at the door, and I find myself on the staircase. Suddenly, the corridor with the chipped bricks seems perfectly fine. If this had happened on a date, I’d be dancing in the street like a fool in a commercial.
Summary:
A salon with reasonable pricing and great accessibility. The facilities are fine, the photos are believable and, at least for Ashley, entirely accurate. Quick and professional communication.
The young lady’s approach suited me. She smiles, is attentive. If you’re looking for petite girls, you’ll need to go elsewhere. Conversely, if you’re drawn to natural larger breasts, she’s a great choice.
60min, B2B, price 1900,-
