I arrive a couple of minutes early and take a seat at the bar. The manager offers me a drink, saying we’ll wait for the masseuse. We engage in light, casual conversation. I try to gather some information, mentioning Miya, but I don’t get anything useful for the local community. There’s a hint she might be coming back, but the response is a bit mysterious. Then she takes out her phone to check on Isabella’s status, and it turns out she’s just around the corner. The masseuse arrives, the oils are ready, and in a minute we’re heading to the room. The shared shower is nothing wild, more like a quick rinse. She’s warm and welcoming, and although the photos were a bit unclear, I like her. She’s slender, fairly tall, and has a pretty face.
The massage on my stomach is brief, more about the sensation, with occasional gliding. Her skin is soft. We chat a bit, but it fades away. The turnaround happens perhaps a bit too soon, maybe to make up for the slight delay. She’s beautifully slim, not skinny. We move from B2B to 69, and her gorgeous behind is a highlight; it’s over in no time. A quick clean-up with tissues, and I save the “pussycat” for the second round, which we get to shortly. It’s my first time experiencing “pussycat” during a massage. I’ll skip the details, but I never felt like “you paid extra, so I’ll lend her to you, you perv.” It was tantalizing, intense. From my perspective, it’s a distinctly different experience, and next time I’ll face a dilemma on what to choose. The intimacy (with someone you’ve known for 27 minutes) is on a different level than a massage with a happy ending. I’m not really the private type, nor do I plan to switch to that. We finish with a shared shower. As we leave, we pass by the bar, and I’m asked if I’m satisfied. I just smile, as there are two other masseuses standing nearby. We share a joke, a kiss goodbye, and I’m off.
I can recommend it, and I might repeat, but it’s not my usual habit.
Pussycat, 60 min, 2000+500,-
