Kristina – Candy Shop

During my recent trip to Prague, I indulged in seven massages over four days. Such is the dedication required from us out-of-towners. Kristina at Candy Shop was on my radar before I even arrived. Her slender, petite figure caught my eye in her profile pictures, but her height was also appealing. Being 190 cm tall, I find short girls adorable, but sometimes it’s nice to shower with someone whose eyes you can gaze into.

Booking appointments at Candy Shop has always been straightforward for me. My schedule is usually flexible when I’m in Prague, as I set my own work hours, and we quickly settled on a time.

I hadn’t met Kristina before, so I was relying solely on her profile pictures. In person, she didn’t disappoint. However, she might be too slender for some. She looks her age, with long black (dyed) hair, at least five facial and ear piercings, and, as I noticed once we entered the main room off the bar, several random tattoos.

I immediately liked her appearance. She was shy and awkward but clearly trying to push past her quiet nature. Her clothes vanished (I genuinely can’t remember what she was wearing), revealing a long, lean, willowy figure like an elegant tree branch. Her chest was barely an A cup, but I have a particular fondness for small breasts. I love, love, love to suck on them. I harbor a bizarre fantasy that one day I’ll actually get milk from some unsuspecting beauty’s chest. Do guys ever truly grow up?

We agreed on an hour-long B2B massage and headed to the shower. My hands were on that glorious behind within seconds. How do skinny girls often have such amazing bubble butts? The shower was routine. Unfortunately, Kristina doesn’t offer kissing, which is one of my favorite things about Candy Shop—the chance to kiss these beauties. To me, that’s as enjoyable as any hand job.

Anyway, we moved to the futon, I lay on my stomach, and… things became very amateurish, very quickly.

Her “massage” began, as usual, with me on my stomach. What followed was a series of pokes and prods that felt more like an alien autopsy than an erotic encounter. Her fingers danced over my back and shoulders as if possessed. Her entire body jolted and moved around the futon like she was tenderizing a steak, her slender fingers darting into my muscles like sharpened pencils. I can honestly say I’ve never had a worse massage.

Fifteen minutes of discomfort and numerous internal questions later, I finally had to stop and ask what exactly she was doing. Now, obviously, no one reading this knows me, but I’m not exactly confrontational, especially when I’m bare-assed on a basement futon in Prague.

I considered leaving the massage then and there, but I didn’t want to cause a scene or hurt her feelings, nor did I want her to get reprimanded by her boss. Yes, these were the worst massage skills I’ve ever encountered, and yes, she was clearly fueled by nervous energy, but she was also clearly a sweet person. I didn’t want to leave upset, and she didn’t want me to leave 15 minutes into my appointment.

What started so promisingly had gone south so quickly. You might wonder if it was my energy or her response to me. Perhaps, but I’m far from a novice on the massage table (or futon) and felt perfectly relaxed… until her rapid-fire fingers started probing me, that is.

She mentioned that Tina had trained her, and I decided to lay back down. If nothing else, she was lovely to look at as I lay on my back. I decided to stay—maybe get those delightful teacup breasts in my mouth before I left.

I lay back, and she started working my tool with her now lovely long fingers. Finally—a proper use for those long fingers!

I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, so I often prefer to bring myself to climax while the girl watches, and this appointment was no different. Kristina lay beside me, my right hand on that lovely behind while I brought myself to completion. Her right hand stroked my thigh and “family jewels.”

To be clear, her stroking skills are far better than her massage/B2B skills. She’s slow and steady there, not frantic.

We showered and shared a few laughs before I left. It was awkward for a few minutes, but I left the appointment, all things considered, feeling good.

Would I return to her, though? No. Candy Shop has plenty of talent. Once was enough.

One hour B2B, 2000