Vilma – Rabbit Hall

I had been planning a visit to Vilma at the Rabbit Hall for quite some time. I don’t put much stock in salon photos; with blurred faces and the style of photography, all the pictures of the girls seem kind of the same to me. That’s why I prefer to rely on reviews. Surprisingly, this time I wasn’t deterred by the fact that Vilma didn’t have many reviews, and the few that were there were quite old and somewhat odd. There was this irrational magical attraction where your thoughts keep returning to one person and can’t be shaken off even after several weeks. Honestly, only Jasmine from LG managed to distract me from Vilma, but that’s another story…

So, the day before the planned visit, I booked a specific time with Vilma through the Rabbit Hall website and chose to communicate further via WhatsApp. Almost immediately, I received a message that the time I wanted wasn’t available, but I could come an hour earlier or much later in the evening. A massage is definitely a good reason to leave work early, so I chose the first option. I received the address, a map link, instructions on where to go in the building, and a request to confirm my attendance on the day of the visit.

On the day of the visit, I was busy at work and, of course, forgot to confirm. In the afternoon, I received a WhatsApp message asking if the appointment was still on, and with eager anticipation, I confirmed it. I rang the doorbell at the Rabbit Hall on Vinohradská exactly on time. The door opened automatically, and following the instructions, I headed to the basement. I hesitated a bit at the open door to the mezzanine, which would have probably led me to the courtyard, but I continued down to the left, where the salon’s door was already ajar. I was greeted by the coordinator, who went to fetch Vilma. Meanwhile, I took off my shoes. Just as I was standing there with one shoe on and the other in my hand, Vilma appeared, attempting a friendly introductory kiss, hug, and introduction. We resolved the somewhat awkward logistical puzzle with a smile, but unfortunately, I missed out on the initial wow factor and those crucial first few seconds that determine mutual sympathies. You know, that feeling of disappointment, like when you bring home a brand new, expensive toy you’re excited about, only to find someone else has already unwrapped it, robbing you of the thrill of tearing open the pristine packaging and the wonderful smell of brand-new electronics. So, I only caught a brief glimpse of Vilma at first, which was not enough for an initial assessment. But then she led me into the depths of the dark rabbit hole, and I could look forward to the next stage of getting to know each other.

In the room, it was dark, but for the first time, I noticed what Vilma, still wrapped in her work robe, looked like. She is a tall brunette with long hair, a beautiful oval face, and big eyes. She smiles naturally, exuding calm and positive energy. This is exactly my type. The kind of girl I would have desperately wanted to date in high school but was too scared to even approach. I tried to stammer out something clever and add a few compliments. Vilma smiled, thanked me, and the whole thing felt very genuine and empathetic. We discussed what kind of massage I wanted. For the first meeting, I chose just the basic erotic mix. I usually go for the pussycat option too. Not because I want to take a lick and bring some extras home, but because I’m not keen on any “not down there” restrictions, even when the establishment advertises mutual touches, and I want them in a gentle form during the massage. I know Vilma removed the pussycat option from the website a few days ago, so I didn’t want to ruin the great atmosphere with any disputes. So, I went without extras, and we’ll see how far she’ll let me go. Payment was to be made at the end. We finally agreed on a shower. She offered a joint shower, but I wanted to wash myself first and then have Vilma join me to help break the ice. I’m somewhat shy and need active cooperation from the lady at the start to convince me that she’s comfortable with it and to encourage me to take the initiative.

Vilma left for a moment, giving me privacy to undress and shower. The shower was rectangular, spacious enough for two people, and finally had normal lighting. After a few minutes, Vilma joined me, and I finally enjoyed a sight I didn’t want to forget for a long time. I’ve already mentioned her beautiful face and height, but now I noticed her lovely full breasts, somewhere between a size 2-3, but definitely not saggy, as a previous reviewer wrote. They’re a bit larger than my hand, wonderfully symmetrical, beautifully shaped, and nicely close together. The nipples aren’t prominent, very pleasant to touch, and perfect for endless nuzzling. Her beautiful backside, while not chiseled from stone, holds its shape well and is very pleasant to touch and caress. Her stomach, hips, thighs, everything is just right for a normal, healthy, pretty girl, unless you’re specifically looking for an obvious model (though Vilma could easily be one) or a gym queen. Vilma has several tasteful tattoos on her body, and her left arm is completely covered in color, which isn’t visible in any photos. If someone is against tattoos, this might spoil the impression. I didn’t see any piercings.

I told Vilma that I was a bit nervous and shy about the massage. Vilma smiled and asked about my experiences with massages and why I go for them. Meanwhile, she immediately took some shampoo and offered to help wash me. She was considerate about the water temperature and started gently soaping and washing me. Soon, she reached my friend and began to stroke him, caressing my balls and perineum. She kept looking at me, partly cheerfully and partly inquisitively. We conversed about various topics. Vilma washed, caressed, and gently stroked me throughout. Occasionally, she would tease my friend with her backside. In return, I kissed her neck, ears, cheeks, and mapped out the no-go zones with my hands according to the general rules of salon etiquette. One forbidden zone was even a light kiss on the lips. For the second discovered forbidden zone, she explained that I shouldn’t touch there because she didn’t want any teasing down below. Honestly, this was the first big disappointment for me. I don’t want to behave like a pig down there or try to give the lady multiple orgasms, but I do want light, gentle touches. That’s part of why I go for a massage and why I’m willing to pay so much money. So I asked if I could at least lightly caress her there, promising not to try anything else, and she allowed it. However, at this moment, I didn’t push it and didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere. So, in the end, everything was good. I asked her about the pussycat option she recently removed from the website. She said she didn’t want to do it anymore because almost all clients had been asking for it lately, and she was concerned about her health. I understand. The shower was truly delightful, filled with caressing, hugging, kissing, and for me, a perfect GFE (Girlfriend Experience), my first such experience in a massage salon.

Then we moved to the futon on my stomach. I was instructed to spread my legs wider. In this position, Vilma began massaging me dry. This stage was mainly focused on the GFE. Vilma straddled my leg and, from this position, caressed my legs, buttocks, back, everywhere she could reach. I could feel the gentle stubble of her kitty on my leg, but it didn’t bother me at all, quite the opposite. From this position, she leaned closer to my head until I began to feel her breasts touching my back. She continued to caress me everywhere. Then our fingers intertwined, and Vilma began to return the kisses I gave her in the shower around my head area. She kissed my ears, lobes, neck, cheeks, all the while purring beautifully, gently, and genuinely moaning. Occasionally, her hand would slip between my cheeks, teasing my balls, perineum, and friend. As I’ve mentioned before, my friend is even more nervous during massages than I am, so my balls are practically tucked up to my throat, and my friend plays dead, so Vilma probably had trouble finding everything correctly. But she found it, and it was very, very pleasant. This second GFE part lasted endlessly, and I purred and panted with delight.

In the second part on my stomach, Vilma used oil. She started with a relaxing neck massage and helped ease the tension in my stiff neck. Throughout, Vilma was able to perfectly read my thoughts, so even here, she sensed that I wasn’t too interested in the massage and moved on to B2B (Body to Body). During this, she performed all the classic elements of the routine, first gliding over me with her hands, then with her breasts, and finally with her entire body. At this stage, my brain was already switched off, so I can’t recall everything she did. It wasn’t a B2B ballet like Anita at Infinity or refined seduction like Jasmine at LG, but it was a complete and very arousing B2B routine. Even at this stage, I received plenty of kisses on my cheeks, ears, and was in seventh heaven. I enjoyed the beautiful views in the mirror, but it’s dark in Vinohrady, and I missed the detailed view a bit.

Then came the turn, and I was excited to see the previously hidden areas of Vilma’s body. In this position, Vilma focused more on my friend, returning to him in every position and giving him a little stroke. At one point, she sat astride my stomach, playing with him behind her back, allowing me to focus on her amazing breasts, which I couldn’t get enough of. Vilma enjoyed my attention and presented them from all angles. I could play with them to my heart’s content, kiss them, suck on them, bury my face in them. When she moved lower, she even gave my friend a small breast massage. When she moved up, she showered me with kisses on my neck, face, and ears, with beautiful and heartfelt GFE gestures and deep gazes. She teased me with the possibility of a kiss on the lips, but it never happened. It was unbearable. We even had a friendly nose-to-nose moment. She didn’t forget about my semi-dead friend, trying to awaken him periodically. He didn’t want to wake up, but he wanted to shoot immediately, so I asked Vilma to slow down. We still had plenty of time. She really enjoyed it, and so did I.

Then came the turn, and I was excited to finally see her treasure. And I did. In the 69 position, she massaged my friend, and I could gently caress her shell. Beautiful, small, adorable. One could cuddle with it so wonderfully. I cursed myself for not visiting Vilma a month earlier. Fu*king rules… Well, I respected them, and even so, I discovered a massage technique that Vilma didn’t mind and drove me crazy. It’s just a shame it was a balance on the edge, and with every millimeter off, it could have turned into a hard stop that would have surely ruined the great atmosphere, and I really didn’t want that. And that Vilma probably just endured it, which is why it lasted so briefly. In this position, we played for a while, and then she sat astride me again, facing me, to finish me off. With a beautiful hand job and playing with the glans, she brought the semi-dead friend to life and, after a while, finished me off. And here I’d like to highlight that it was a hand job to the last drop. Not the style where as soon as the guy starts shooting, the masseuse stops everything and just passively watches until he finishes, possibly adjusting the direction with two fingers. This was genuine work to the last drop. Thumbs up.

After the release, she didn’t rush to wipe me off, and we just cuddled together, letting the remaining short time flow. It’s a pity we had to rush to the shower shortly after. Vilma again offered to clean the oil off me and continued with the GFE caressing. Unfortunately, my thoughts were already starting to wake up to the real world, and I didn’t enjoy it as much. So we finished with just a cleansing wash, and the fairy tale ended. Drying off, getting dressed, and paying were purely from this world and not worth discussing. I was happy to reward Vilma with a tip, and we agreed that we must repeat this experience.

During this massage, I understood what someone meant when they wrote about the legendary phrase “love like a beam.” I’ve never experienced such GFE in my life, and it was all genuinely believable. I think we really clicked, and that’s the foundation of a good massage. Others might have a different experience.

I really, incredibly liked Vilma, and she played the perfect lover. I can imagine that someone more emotionally unstable and under the influence of a mid-life crisis could break up their family for this illusion and wonderful girl. For me, it was an absolutely perfect illusion and game that I want to experience again. A repeat is definitely a yes, and hopefully, I’ll catch Vilma in a similarly good mood to replicate today’s experience.

Type of massage: Erotic mix massage
Duration of massage: 60 minutes
Price of massage: 1800 + 200 tip