My first time at Fantazie. I chose Sofia because I was in the mood for a MILF with bigger breasts. Let’s start with the negatives.
If you’re the shy type when it comes to massages, this might not be your place. There’s been a lot written about the public transport stop right in front of the building, so I was mentally prepared. After ringing the bell, I was let in immediately, but the truly uncomfortable part came afterward. You have to go down to the basement, but before you start descending the stairs at the end of the hallway, there are doors leading to some courtyard full of people. I didn’t look too closely, so I have no idea if I stumbled upon a party or if it was a pub’s garden. Either way, everyone was looking at me, and since there’s nowhere else to go, those in the know were aware of where I was headed. The same thing happened on my way back to the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s a bit of a pain.
Another downside is the shower, which is really small. For a bigger guy, it must be a challenge to wash off all the oil after the session. The water temperature regulation is a bit tricky too, but that’s manageable. The reason I mention this is because showering with the masseuse is out of the question here, even if both parties wanted to, unless you’re anorexic.
As for Sofia, she’s definitely a woman I’d turn my head for on the street because I like MILFs who have been through a bit. That’s exactly her. Pretty face, I’d guess she’s from the East. Women from post-Soviet countries have these distinct features that I can recognize. But she’s definitely not 31. I’d easily guess ten years more, but her figure is still great, as are her breasts, and she’s the tanned type I like. Her approach is purely professional from the start. A handshake, a kiss on the cheek, leading me to the room, and discussing the massage. The room has mirrors on both sides and at the head. One of the mirrors is tilted awkwardly, so you can’t really see anything, which I don’t understand. She’s been here for a year, but she doesn’t speak Czech well, and she’s shy about talking, so I couldn’t loosen her up with my wit. Then she left, and I waited a bit longer. I showered, dried off completely, and waited on the mattress like a sitting duck, so there was definitely a 5-10 minute delay. I wouldn’t mind if it was compensated at the end. I arrived on the hour, so you can count the shower and waiting for Sofia, and then she told me I had to shower at 52 minutes past, so a full hour of pure time wasn’t happening.
Fortunately, that’s where the negatives end.
Communication with the salon is top-notch. Completely fine, whether by phone or messages.
Sofia tries to accommodate. The action on the stomach is a better standard. She tries to glide with her breasts, going all the way to the ankles. It’s cohesive and relaxing; one could unwind if not constantly staring at those breasts in the mirror.
After the turn, it didn’t really resemble a massage anymore and had an erotic charge that was spot on. Maybe there wasn’t an immediate strong connection towards me, but once I grabbed her and showed her that I could handle everything needed and wasn’t a jerk who couldn’t behave, she started to warm up. I laid her on her back, licked and massaged her breasts. She moaned like an eighteen-year-old and climaxed quickly. I know I’m good at this, but I expected a lady of her age to have more stamina in this regard. She trembled like a leaf and exclaimed, “What? You’re very good.”
Then she got to what she’s probably best at. She knows how to handle the shaft, and since the views around weren’t bad, I surrendered rather quickly. She let me finish nicely on her stomach, stroked it, then wiped it with a tissue and snuggled up like a lover. A very relaxed chat followed, which was quite pleasant. You could see that her reserve or nervousness had faded, and there was still cuddling like with a lover. After a while, I got things going again, and she asked, “Do you want to come again?” I nodded yes. She immediately got on all fours and took matters into her own hands. I didn’t finish the second time, but that’s more about me needing about a 10-minute longer break. She didn’t let me touch her treasure afterward because she said she can only climax once a day, and I understood from her gestures and broken Czech that she didn’t understand how I could make her climax so quickly and intensely. I quite believe it because after she climaxed, she was as sweet as pie and would do anything for me. (Within the salon’s boundaries. I wouldn’t go further.)
We cuddled, and then I was a bit surprised that there were still about 8 minutes left, and she was already sending me to the shower, but maybe she had someone right after me; it’s hard to guess. All the more reason to highlight negatively the wait for her at the beginning.
She asked if I would come again, saying she’d be happy if I did. I’m not ruling out a repeat visit. Even though I didn’t get to enjoy a full hour with the masseuse, but more like 45 minutes, it was genuinely erotic and felt like being with a lover, which I prefer over a sterile full hour with some cold fish. I’m not ruling out a repeat visit.
Pussycat massage 60 minutes 2400 CZK
