Revisiting an old AMP in Longwood
All right. I will try to keep this short, but it may be difficult.
I should start by saying I worked up in Lake Mary 10 years ago. And I would occasionally visit an AMP up in Longwood. As luck would have it, I passed by this same MP today and thought I would stop in. Big mistake. I'll explain:
I was greeted at the door by what I assumed was the mamasan, except she was in shorts and a wife beater with no bra. Her nipples clearly visible on the ends of her large breasts. Which would have been great except her gut was even larger. And in the wife beater it just left nothing to the imagination.
Again, I assumed she was the mamasan so I followed her to the room, paid my $60 and got undressed. 5 minutes later, mamasan returned. She asked my name. And then began repeating my name over and over, like some kind of chant. Now, sometimes a woman saying your name repeatedly can be exciting. This was annoying.
She was fast and rough. It was like speed massage. How quick can she go? And most of it was forearms and elbows. I thought she was using a rolling pin! 10 minutes in I'm dreading my decision, and trying to figure out how to extract myself. But it gets worse. She begins to massage my ass and legs. Again using her elbows. I feared she was going to shove her elbow up my asshole! At one point, she was rubbing up against me and I thought her large breast had come to rest in my up turned palm. Ok, this isn't so bad. I shrank in horror realizing it was a large roll of belly fat!
By this point I'm thinking a happy ending is out of the question. No way junior is going to respond after this abuse. It was at that moment that she almost screamed: "your name is. And she proceeded to spell it out. Now, I should say. My real name has a unique spelling. And she spelled it the unique way. When I confirmed. She screamed again: "I remember you! Where you been? I miss you. You not come for long time. It been 10 years!
Fuck. Now there's no escaping. Mamasan is the woman who used to massage me 10 years ago. Except she is more fat, more old, and more impatient, and she is determined to give me a happy ending. I'm actually praying junior doesn't respond so I can make an excuse. But damn it, junior rises in spite of my subconscious telling him to stay down.
We finish the deed, she starts asking how I liked it. "It's good, yes? Like you remember, yes? I do good, yes?" I quickly dressed, threw two 20's on the table and practically ran.
Here is the lesson: Thomas Wolfe said: "you can't go home again. " And it's true. Never has he been more right. I will never go there again. I will even never drive down that road again!
Carry on friends. And avoid a particular AMP in Longwood.
Jay.
Best review ever. Thomas Wolfe quote a gem
Been there. It is on 434 west of I 4.
I agree with all of this.
Only value of this place, and sadly I've been there, . If you are in the neighborhood with no time. She will do a 15 minute HE and relieve some stress.
Only problem for me was. WHen I did the 15 minute 'milk it out of me' plan. I though a. 2 tip would work and she wanted. 4 which I did.
I won't go back. Girls don't figure that in. They like to raise the tip price. But lose on repeat business.
Jay, what a perspective.
[QUOTE=Jay7005;2927358]All right. I will try to keep this short, but it may be difficult.
I should start by saying I worked up in Lake Mary 10 years ago. And I would occasionally visit an AMP up in Longwood. As luck would have it, I passed by this same MP today and thought I would stop in. Big mistake. I'll explain:
I was greeted at the door by what I assumed was the mamasan, except she was in shorts and a wife beater with no bra. Her nipples clearly visible on the ends of her large breasts. Which would have been great except her gut was even larger. And in the wife beater it just left nothing to the imagination.
Again, I assumed she was the mamasan so I followed her to the room, paid my $60 and got undressed. 5 minutes later, mamasan returned. She asked my name. And then began repeating my name over and over, like some kind of chant. Now, sometimes a woman saying your name repeatedly can be exciting. This was annoying.
She was fast and rough. It was like speed massage. How quick can she go? And most of it was forearms and elbows. I thought she was using a rolling pin! 10 minutes in I'm dreading my decision, and trying to figure out how to extract myself. But it gets worse. She begins to massage my ass and legs. Again using her elbows. I feared she was going to shove her elbow up my asshole! At one point, she was rubbing up against me and I thought her large breast had come to rest in my up turned palm. Ok, this isn't so bad. I shrank in horror realizing it was a large roll of belly fat!
By this point I'm thinking a happy ending is out of the question. No way junior is going to respond after this abuse. It was at that moment that she almost screamed: "your name is. And she proceeded to spell it out. Now, I should say. My real name has a unique spelling. And she spelled it the unique way. When I confirmed. She screamed again: "I remember you! Where you been? I miss you. You not come for long time. It been 10 years!
Fuck. Now there's no escaping. Mamasan is the woman who used to massage me 10 years ago. Except she is more fat, more old, and more impatient, and she is determined to give me a happy ending. I'm actually praying junior doesn't respond so I can make an excuse. But damn it, junior rises in spite of my subconscious telling him to stay down.
We finish the deed, she starts asking how I liked it. "It's good, yes? Like you remember, yes? I do good, yes?" I quickly dressed, threw two 20's on the table and practically ran.
Here is the lesson: Thomas Wolfe said: "you can't go home again. " And it's true. Never has he been more right. I will never go there again. I will even never drive down that road again!
Carry on friends. And avoid a particular AMP in Longwood.
Jay.[/QUOTE]
Excellent Review of Longwood AMP
[QUOTE=Jay7005;2927358]All right. I will try to keep this short, but it may be difficult.
I should start by saying I worked up in Lake Mary 10 years ago. And I would occasionally visit an AMP up in Longwood. As luck would have it, I passed by this same MP today and thought I would stop in. Big mistake. I'll explain:
I was greeted at the door by what I assumed was the mamasan, except she was in shorts and a wife beater with no bra. Her nipples clearly visible on the ends of her large breasts. Which would have been great except her gut was even larger. And in the wife beater it just left nothing to the imagination.
Again, I assumed she was the mamasan so I followed her to the room, paid my $60 and got undressed. 5 minutes later, mamasan returned. She asked my name. And then began repeating my name over and over, like some kind of chant. Now, sometimes a woman saying your name repeatedly can be exciting. This was annoying.
She was fast and rough. It was like speed massage. How quick can she go? And most of it was forearms and elbows. I thought she was using a rolling pin! 10 minutes in I'm dreading my decision, and trying to figure out how to extract myself. But it gets worse. She begins to massage my ass and legs. Again using her elbows. I feared she was going to shove her elbow up my asshole! At one point, she was rubbing up against me and I thought her large breast had come to rest in my up turned palm. Ok, this isn't so bad. I shrank in horror realizing it was a large roll of belly fat!
By this point I'm thinking a happy ending is out of the question. No way junior is going to respond after this abuse. It was at that moment that she almost screamed: "your name is. And she proceeded to spell it out. Now, I should say. My real name has a unique spelling. And she spelled it the unique way. When I confirmed. She screamed again: "I remember you! Where you been? I miss you. You not come for long time. It been 10 years!
Fuck. Now there's no escaping. Mamasan is the woman who used to massage me 10 years ago. Except she is more fat, more old, and more impatient, and she is determined to give me a happy ending. I'm actually praying junior doesn't respond so I can make an excuse. But damn it, junior rises in spite of my subconscious telling him to stay down.
We finish the deed, she starts asking how I liked it. "It's good, yes? Like you remember, yes? I do good, yes?" I quickly dressed, threw two 20's on the table and practically ran.
Here is the lesson: Thomas Wolfe said: "you can't go home again. " And it's true. Never has he been more right. I will never go there again. I will even never drive down that road again!
Carry on friends. And avoid a particular AMP in Longwood.
Jay.[/QUOTE]Thanks, Jay7005 for perhaps the most entertaining and informative review I have ever seen on this board. Your experience was both cringe worthy and laugh-out-loud funny at the same time. We've all had similar experiences: we return to the scene of a pleasant memory only to find that time has moved on and the prior pleasant memory cannot be duplicated. Your review makes a hobbyist want to avoid every AMP in Longwood for fear of visiting the one in question.