Jasmine is my favorite masseuse, so I should mention upfront that my review is significantly influenced by this. She was a significant discovery for me on the erotic massage scene, from which she disappeared for a few months, and I was genuinely saddened by it.
I only managed to visit her twice, but she quickly became one of the top masseuses I planned to visit regularly. I don’t have many like her. I’m not sure what exactly happened, and I assume I’ll never find out.
I’ve already written one review about Jasmine, so this will just be an assessment of whether anything has changed at her new location and with her new pseudonym. It hasn’t. Jasmine is beautiful, very kind, accommodating, gentle, affectionate, a young, quieter girl without any “chemical” alterations, who loves both giving and receiving. However, my third visit was somewhat more melancholic compared to the others. She admitted to me that she was tired, so hopefully, that was all it was.
I don’t usually go to Avalon, but I made an exception for her. Upon entering, the receptionist seated me at the bar, where there are about three tables. I noticed the environment, which is quite upscale, with pleasant music playing and a nice scent in the air. However, I don’t quite understand the purpose of that large seating area. I assume clients aren’t too keen on meeting each other for a drink or tea before a massage, so it’s usually just one guy sitting there. But maybe they have it set up for “teambuilding” events or farewells.
In any case, I felt fine there, albeit lonely. The friendly receptionist prepared a hot tea for me and told me to take my time drinking it. But really, sipping 3 deciliters of hot tea for 10 minutes while my dream masseuse, whom I’ve been waiting months to see, is waiting in the next room? I don’t mean it in a bad way; she couldn’t have known, and the tea was quite nice in this chilly season. I sipped a bit, it warmed me up, and I announced I was ready for the massage.
Upon entering the room, I was struck by the total darkness. I could only see a black silhouette like a ladies’ restroom sign. Jasmine reached out her hand, but I missed it, so she instead gave me kisses on the face. Normally, I wouldn’t have recognized her. I immediately complained about the darkness.
Honestly, in such darkness, I would refuse any erotic massage. A classic relaxation massage might be fine, but I don’t go to erotic massages to fall asleep. Jasmine then turned on the salon’s logo on the wall, which didn’t light up very pleasantly, but at least I could see her lovely smile.
I immediately felt better. Jasmine slowly undressed and occasionally looked at me with a smile. In the shower, she stood so close to me that I immediately responded physically. The hot water hadn’t even started flowing properly, and we were already close. We cuddled gently. That’s exactly what I like about her—she’s so affectionate and tactile. She smiles in a way that makes you believe she enjoys being with you. Nothing wild happens in the shower, but we wash each other nicely, mainly hugging (forehead to forehead, nose to nose) and touching.
In my opinion, her body is stunning. A beautiful firm butt, which she teasingly flaunts in the shower, shapely legs, smaller but nice breasts, very soft skin, no tattoos, piercings, or plastic surgery, no duck lips or fake eyelashes. And a pretty, kind face with a good-hearted expression and fragrant black hair. We spend some time in the shower, even though I only have an hour.
I’d skip the back massage part, but I automatically lie down, and Jasmine starts massaging. Compared to previous massages, she focused more on my legs this time, which was a shame. She then oils up her entire front, grabs both my hands, and starts gliding over me gently. Occasionally, she breathes into my ear. I had to wait a bit longer for the turn this time, but it was very tactile and pleasant. This part might have lacked a bit more B2B positions.
After the turn, it’s her classic routine. And it’s very erotic and a GFE massage. This time with frequent eye contact. Right after the turn, one of her breasts lands in my mouth. Then B2B from the front, and she glides in such a way that I almost see her entire body.
The only thing I regret is not asking about kissing. I don’t know how it works at Avalon. Jasmine teased me a lot; we often had our noses touching, but we didn’t kiss even once. I ended in a sexy 69 position. Jasmine wiped everything nicely and cuddled with me again. We hugged in silence, not rushing anywhere, with my face buried under her head, thinking that I’d like to experience this every evening or at least every other one.
We then had a final shower together, where I washed her nicely from head to toe (she playfully lifted her legs), even though she didn’t need it, and we cuddled a bit more. It’s a pity I didn’t have more time that day for a 90-minute session. As we said goodbye, we held hands.
Be kind to her, and if you already are, be even kinder! I have such a nice feeling about her, that she’s a good girl who found herself a slightly naughty profession. And yes, I got a bit carried away with her, but don’t worry, I didn’t lose my mind, maybe just for a moment. And isn’t that partly what erotic massages are about?
P.S. When I got home, I had to untangle about 10 hair knots Jasmine had braided for me as a souvenir above my butt.
Pussycat massage 60 minutes 2400 CZK.
