Superb Asian Massage and Yin Spa
Tried both Superb and Yin Spa while the massage was decent with some teasing that was as close as I came. The girl at Superb was cute as hell so I was hoping. I probably won't be going back because it doesn't seem like results will be different.
A Frame building 23 north
Went in the A frame building next to the Ruckmoor on 23 north. It was after 10 pm and there was a man at the desk and 2 ladies (Asian). He said they were off but he was available for massage so I left. Noticed plastic curtains as doors that did not go to floor. Anyone else been here?
Sorry you had that experience
[QUOTE=TBobber;3337881]In my best, coded, dream wording.
In order to protect the innocent, the remainder of this post is encrypted!
I usually avoid the AMP scene in Columbus, but the recent ruckus about "the flower" got me curious. So I saved up my pennies, loaded into the Batmobile early in the morning, and headed over to see what it was all about. Upon arrival, I realized that you motherfuckers, are a bunch of thirsty bastards! There were four cars parked out front, and it was pretty obvious they were all there for the parlor. I went across the street to reconnoiter the situation. After a few cars left, I made my move.
Upon entering, I have to say it's a very dark place. After paying the admission fee of 60 "roses", I got to my private suite! I drew a tiny Japanese girl that appeared to be in her 40's, although many of you thirsty fuckers might think she was in her 20's or early 30's named NOT March OR April BUT. There wasn't a towel in the room, so I just got naked and lay there with my dick poking into the massage table.
When she came in she asked "where towrell?" Once I explained there wasn't one she quickly retrieved one then covered me long ways. For the next 15 minutes or so she poked, pushed and pressed around on my back and ass like a blind cowboy trying to help a cow get a calf into birthing position before a cow dies in labor. After poking and pushing, she grabbed the oil and buttered me up like corn on the cob. All the while as the pushing, prodding and buttering were going on, you mongers wouldn't leave me be, she had to go to the desk at least 3 times up to this point. Eventually, she did manage to spread the butter around on my back and ass, at one time she was straddling the back of my head with her thighs over my ears, which was a tad uncomfortable, but at least I couldn't hear the front doorbell anymore. Oh, I haven't mentioned the stereo system was busted, so just the constant thrumming of a noisy AC system accompanied this eroticism.
Finally, the flip. After about 2 seconds, she grabbed my cock and ask if that was ok. Now the negotiation. 40, no 60, no 40, no 60, no 40. This went on for a bit, finally settling on 40. She grabs the oil and goes after Jr like Suzanne Summers with a new Shake Weight. Then, the dreaded doorbell goes off again. I think, no way will she leave, yet she does with an "I'll be right back". At this point, fuck it, I grab the oil, lube up my hand and start masturbating like a rabid spider monkey. When she comes back in, I allow her to take over and start fondling her ass and pussy after I get the panties down to about mid thigh.
DING DONG! The accursed doorbell goes off, I feel her slow down and her grip on Jr loosens, my hand is already lubed up, as are her ass and pussy by now, so instinctively I give her a Fonzy before she can step away! Up goes my thumb above my clinched fist, POW! Right up the poop chute, she imitated the Fonz as well with a mighty Ayyyyyyyy! She weighs maybe 110, but luckily I can curl 150, so off the floor onto my chest she comes. Now through the wall, by the doorbell I hear "warrant"!
Thinking quickly, and worried about DNA evidence, I quickly inserted Jr into the only place I could reach that would dispose of my DNA. She started saying something that sounded like "quack, quack, horka, horka, quack!" Having taken a year of Spanish in high school, I interpreted this to mean "Ok, but I expect a bigger tip!
So at this point, I'm curling her like a dumbbell with my left arm and bouncing her head like Micheal Jordan flying downcourt wide open in 1990. When the door opens! Thinking it might be afore mentioned warrant server, I panic and Jr takes over. My mighty cobra shoots his venom, right into the eyes of the mamasan blinding her to the spectacle of NOT March OR April BUT. Basically being a sock puppet on my left arm. I leap to my feet like Errol Flynn with a rapier, and grab my clothes. Jr is at full alert, ready to defend me at any provocation, I flee for the front door, it's the warrant server! Jr takes over spewing my Spidey Web, direct hit in the eyes and gaping mouth. I'm Putting one leg into my batsuit, and to my horror I see the log in. The poor blind dude gagging on my cum, writhing on the floor is just a poor monger named Warren. Sorry dude!
I retreat to the Bat Mobile, make my escape, and live to monger another day!
Just the straight talk, no Bullshit.
When I went it was very busy, the provider had to step out several times. She had a decent body, mediocre massage, rushed HE, negotiated for more, but accepted a standard tip for a rushed session. According to my stop watch, I was in the room a total of 42 minutes. I may return since it's the closest to me and to see if it gets better.[/QUOTE]But that was a fkin funny post. YMMV at the AMPs for sure.
Serenity Gardens Reincarnated as Platinum Girls
Name changed, location changed (now Grove City), the ladies names even changed (Denver and London, formerly Alliya and Kendal). The ladies were nice. London gave me their version of Nuru. Coconut oil with the lady in what amounts to a bikini. Do it yourself ending. Imagine the regular massage is the same. The Nuru was a novelty but not worth the price which has been my experience from many of the "Nuru" providers around.
If looking for something different from the Asian variety of do it yourself, this will do in a pinch. At least the price of a normal massage is the same. As always others may have better or worse experiences.
