Melisa – Candy Shop

I took a few days before writing this review, but it’s about time… or I’ll forget everything. I don’t want to jump the gun, but the massage was pretty standard and didn’t stand out among the experiences that make me visit salons.

I’ve learned not to make the mistake of expecting an enticing session based on reviews, only to be disappointed. Still, the beginning of the massage was a letdown. Melisa is attractive, no doubt about that, and she’s pleasant when greeting you—she even mentioned she was glad I spoke Czech. But then she switched to a chatty mode… and it went nowhere. She wasn’t talking nonsense, but there was no teasing, no build-up, zero eroticism. She prepared the futon and quickly undressed. The scene felt almost absurd, like a movie where lovers have a quick but likely very regular rendezvous in a hotel. No need to pretend, it’s clear they only have an hour, and they’re both chatting away while washing up, their minds still in the office… no foreplay needed.

Melisa did talk about the salon, which I was interested in, but I didn’t learn anything new. When she asked if it was my first time at Candy, I told her how much I enjoy coming here and that I was bummed to miss the Halloween costume event… but unfortunately, it didn’t change the course of things. She might not realize that the bar is set high. Or she didn’t get that nudity and a handjob are just a small part of the program. The shower was nothing wild, just cleansing and influenced by an almost anxious effort to conserve hot water. Apparently, it’s out of consideration for others, as the boiler struggles, and they’re instructed to do so. I’d guess that some of her colleagues either didn’t get this memo or just ignore it. Or maybe I was lucky in previous sessions to get a room with its own hot water supply, as there’s supposedly one like that.

We got out of the shower, still in a somewhat detached mode. I learned about three possible extras, if I remember correctly: autoeroticism, prostate massage, and kissing. I politely declined, suggested a mix, and she countered with preferring B2B. (In my head, I’m thinking: “I don’t care what you call it, but let it finally get at least a bit exciting.”) To be fair, the massage on my stomach was thorough and quite suited me. I appreciated that she didn’t fake moans, which would have been awkward. She uses a lot of oil, adding more even when you feel far from dry. She slides around, incorporating her legs. It was interesting when she slowly slid over you, and you felt her gentle scratching down there. That was sexy, and I was looking forward to the turn. That’s when I could finally get a better look at her. She has a nice body, but since the whole thing wasn’t really working, I was somewhat indifferent to what was happening. She used her body again, keeping things under control… I remembered that I’ve been considering ordering autoeroticism for about half a year, and it was even offered here, but I dismissed the idea again. Sorry, but I’m not wasting it on this encounter. Maybe she’s skilled, but I won’t find out. Somehow, we got to the finish, which wasn’t bad—she knows what she’s doing. We reached the end, cleaned up, and either she sensed she barely made it to an average massage, or she simply has that “what more could you want” attitude. I’m not rude, we had time, so I offered her a relaxing massage in return. That made her happy, but I admit I didn’t want to abruptly end the session with a boring shower, which I suspected and indeed got. Some might argue, “you get what you make of it,” but I don’t like forcing things, nor do I enjoy it.  I usually don’t do repeats, but it’s definitely not happening here. Hopefully, you’ll have a better experience; this was a weak average (not a disaster).

B2B, 60 min, 2000CZK