Yea but you'd have to change your handle
[QUOTE=Boston Ampfan]In the interest of full disclosure, an initial word or two to those among you who think the Boston board should never discuss other states: Move along, now! There's nothing here for you to see!
Having enjoyed many fine experiences on his last visit to NJ and PA, BA has now decided that he should move to PA. There are no less than four nice AMPs within easy driving distance of the lovely resort where he is staying. His purpose in reporting today's adventures, as set forth below, is simply to encourage my many friends on the Boston Forum to take a few days off and drive down here to explore the world of AMPs where YMMV is always the rule but where HE at a reasonable price is "always" available. Seriously.
First, a geographic orientation. BA is not far from Route 84. Those friends who wish more specific information are cordially invited to send BA a PM.
Second, why not post his reports, such as they are, in the more appropriate Forum, say one that is more specific to my actual location? The answer is simply that our fellow Hobbyists in this area do not post much--perhaps a concession to LEO sensitivities, perhaps laziness, perhaps some other factor currently unknown to BA. Be that as it may.
So, BA began with a visit to a Japanese-sounding place nearby where he had enjoyed a nice visit the last time he was in the vicinity. Foolishly, he anticipated that the same lady who responded so well to BA's requests the last time around would be there to greet him today. This of course is not quite what occurred, as the lovely half-Asian, half-Russian lady who provided such kindly service some months ago had been replaced.
BA entered the waiting room, then rang the bell as instructed by a little sign on a sliding glass window. The face that greeted him through the window was that of a slightly older Korean lady. She let him in the door, then instructed him to follow her up the winding staircase. BA lingered a few steps behind in a childish and unsuccessful effort to look up her dress, the theory being, of course, that the less she wore underneath the more likely an exciting experience awaited him.
He paid her the customary .6, then followed her to the Table Shower. It was during this event that BA gained the insight that this would not turn out to be one for the record books. She touched all of the right places but did so with cold water and through the use of a rough-textured face cloth, applied rigorously; also applied very quickly, as though Beelzebub himself were slouching and clawing his way up the stairs and would consume both of us if we tarried in the shower room for anything more than the five minutes the lady had allocated for this first event.
BA and the mid-40 YO lady walked down the hall to the massage room, where upon the lady began to provide a rather nice, though vigorous, massage for less than ten minutes. After a little preliminary and cursory tickling, she flipped BA over and immediately asked what he wanted. BA considered this question with the gravity it deserved, pausing to smoke a fine cigar and sip a little brandy from the crystal carafe kept in his car to enhance a contemplative mood when required by circumstances, then replied that he wanted to see the lady out of her dress. BA and the lady settled upon a price of .6 for this service, and he promised to provide an extra incentive fee if merited. She removed her dress, exposing a reasonable pair of B's, nicely punctuated by nickel-sized nipples. She also had what he has heard referred to as a slight "jelly roll," but this was not so prominent as to be distracting.
The TS experience, having served as a harbinger of things to come, set the theme. The HE was perhaps the most vigorous BA has experienced to date. BA also wanted to take advantage of the lady's state of undress, so he moved her into suckling position while at the same time gently exploring her nether regions, causing the lady began to writhe back and forth, accompanied by a loud soundtrack comprised of moans of varied duration and intensity.
BA asked her to slow down. He asked her about a dozen times, and she quickly complied but just as quickly reverted to her former breakneck speed. Five minutes or less into this, she protested that BA was too slow and requested that he kindly complete his half of of the mission. Dear Reader, you know where this story goes. BA does not like to be pressured. He explained to the lady that his plumbing was wired to his brain in such a manner that the slower the stroke, the faster the desired goal would be attained, but to no avail as this logic was entirely too abstract for her. Finally BA told her to stop, please stop. She asked BA whether he would be just as slow if he had inserted Little Brother into the nice place where her thighs converged, but in his usual candid style, he informed her that this would not hasten the conclusion. She then invited him to take a shower, return to the room and attempt the insertion. Amazing though it seems in hindsight, BA demurred, having mentally walked away from this place in search of greener pastures.
BA then drove for 20 minutes to return to another Spa where some time ago a truly beautiful 30 YO lady with world-class headlights stapled to her chest provided a satisfying experience at a bargain price. Entering the Spa, BA encountered a different but equally stunning younger lady, thin but with a pair of finely pointed B's poking proudly against the fabric of her dress. After the usual 20 minutes of barely-skilled massage, she instructed BA to flip. This time, he made his desire plain: "1. Lose the dress. 2. Take your time with a slow HE and 3. BA will be a kind fellow indeed when it comes to compensation." She removed her clothing and BA experienced a rare treat, as she is a Spinner in the classic sense. BA would match her up against any Spinners he has known. Her unbound breasts were succulent and perfectly shaped, sporting perfect brown erect nipples pointed slightly skyward. She was also gifted with the most appealing heart shaped dimpled buttocks your Humble Editor has viewed and squeezed in some time.
This visual and sensory treat, bordering on overload, yielded a nice, explosive finish and BA promised to return soon, asking what the going rate would be in the event that he wanted to obtain FS the next time around. She quoted 1.4, so added to the house fee the total experience would cost 2.0. Now BA only rarely (once in several years) indulges in FS at the AMPs because Little Brother does not like to be covered. But for this favored little Spinner he might be tempted to risk the embarrassment that would accompany momentary flaccidity.
BA may well consider relocating his base of operations to this wonderful AMP haven, especially knowing as he does that the lady at the first spa visited today will most likely soon be rotated out, replaced perhaps by another wanton and saucy little vixen well schooled in the womanly arts.[/QUOTE]
Do you really want to have to change.....PAampfan just doesn't have the same ring. I have a better idea...let's bring the girl here!
All About WW & Groping & Rough Handling
[QUOTE=Boston Ampfan] Something about. Lilly. The massage was so good that I found myself zoning out and fading into a trance. I know Lilly does not welcome groping and aggressive handling, and this time I did not touch her at all.
The session was fantastic. For me, WW remains on the short list of the top places around. It is often overlooked these days because so many other choices have become fashionable, but I continue to recommend WW, especially for those who desire more than just a pleasant ending.[/QUOTE]Made another trip to old-reliable WW myself this week, and mostly ditto's to BA's write-up about the good massage and service here. I have written similar reviews in other forums on this place.
Curiously, I have to wonder about the "I know Lilly does not welcome groping and aggressive handling, and this time I did not touch her at all" portion of BA's post. The wording [inadvertently? ] makes it sound like "it's either I grope 'them, or, I agressively handle 'them. Or I do nothing. No in-between".
Maybe "groping" is a synonym for "caressing", but I could not find that in my thesaurus. Maybe "rough handling" is a synonym for, hmmmm. I couldn't think of anything for that, except for "rough handling". Which I probably would not enjoy either, whether on the provider or the customer end of the session.
The good thing is that BA gave a clear message that he endorses the place.
BTW, I get a kick out of the little-white-piece-of-paper non-verbal message, in fairly good English even, that they use with certain customers as of late. A great way to keep everything on the up-and-up!
Is the Dynamic Duo gone forever?
I do hope Amy pops up elsewhere. I do not see her flying solo with out Angel though. My guess is that Amy and Angel will be back. So I can flip a coin again, Head or Tails?
[QUOTE=Hackva]Now Amy will be making the rules ! No Angel spying through the corner of the window separating the rooms to see what Amy is doing(or not supposed to be doing).
I see a great opportunity for Amy and expanded extras for the rest of us.[/QUOTE]
New New New Opening**** 10 % off
Jade Spa (CL/thp) has been open for about two weeks. I tried it out this weekend and it's clean and nicely furnished. There were three pretty average-looking, Chinese ladies their (ages early 30's to early 40's) and not very attractively dressed. I got "Michelle" as my therapist. She is very tall (5'9" at least) and was wearing what I'd describe as gym clothes.
Massage was un-draped and very good, with long, strong strokes and no hesitancy to work on the gluteal region. No unambiguous teasing. Towel was placed strategically after the flip. I left it slip off to show my excitement. No reaction so I proceeded to DIY which was met with no objection but no real cooperation either. I don't think there would be more on subsequent visits and, as I said, the ladies aren't real lookers anyway.
I'd repeat if only looking for a good massage and was in the area. 60+20.
This sounds like a job for...
...Well, superman's not available, so I guess I'll have to do it.
Saw a new ad in Phoenix today "Grand Opening" - I know they all like to say that, but I truly haven't seen this one before. Luxury Spa on River St, Waltham.
Before I go TOFTT, has anyone checked them out yet? It looks like a totally new place, as the address and phone # don't match anything I've seen before.
I should be able to get there in the next few days. Will report back here unless someone can save me the trip.
JP
This is the same place I just reviewed
It is above a Dunkin' Donuts but the entry to the spa is on the back side of the building; discreet parking and entrance.
[QUOTE=Jimmy Pratt]...Well, superman's not available, so I guess I'll have to do it.
Saw a new ad in Phoenix today "Grand Opening" - I know they all like to say that, but I truly haven't seen this one before. Luxury Spa on River St, Waltham.
Before I go TOFTT, has anyone checked them out yet? It looks like a totally new place, as the address and phone # don't match anything I've seen before.
I should be able to get there in the next few days. Will report back here unless someone can save me the trip.
JP[/QUOTE]
VIP Message by Professional Mussuse
I have to laugh when I see an advert like this. They must not teach spelling to the pre-professional masseuses in massage school.
Tinna was the next closest.
[QUOTE=SMS 54]For asking about Amy. Try Bonan, Ivy, WW, etc.[/QUOTE]
Neponsit ave the second floor above Ocean was the closest thing to angles I found.
Misspellings are code word for HE?
I saw an ad on CL-therapeutic for "Maldem" instead of Malden, with a pic of a sexy asian girl. which of course is not the real deal. probably some 40 year old. might TOFTT.
[QUOTE=Keigy]I have to laugh when I see an advert like this. They must not teach spelling to the pre-professional masseuses in massage school.[/QUOTE]
Let me add to the raves..Aiko
Ok, so since two pop Susan has been gone, Chinatown was not on my priority list until I started reading the reviews on here, so today, I made the trip to see Aiko.
Called and booked appointment and she was open arms and welcome, told her that a couple of buddies told me to see her and stop going to anyone else. That my have just set the stage as she was all smiles. Massage was one of the best that I have ever had from a therapeutic standpoint. Many have trouble breaking through the "thightness" in my back and shoulder but her elbows did the trick with a medium hard.
First pop on all kness and elbows and can best be described as intense as the play leading up to it was outstanding. Then what followed seemed to be an eternity of a great massage with oil, hot towels, rubbing over sheet and did not miss a spot or rush. Flipped and got same great massage on front side with a head and neck massage to compete with Angel and Amy. When all was done, she said "one more" and usually being a one pop guy, I said sure and it wasn't five minutes and she exclaimed, wow, you have lots of good energy. Well, I am sure I drained that energy today!
I was in there for one hour and 10 minutes on the table and she was appreciative of a single Franklin and asked if I wanted change.
Now if you are looking for a young spinner with top and bottom access, it's not her but if you want one hell of a massage with two pops for a franklin from a sweet older lady, then she is the one.
Twighlight Zone Experience In Somerville
Yesterday (Tues) I tried to go see one of the new younger girls reported to be at 38 Montvale (upstairs), but the guy who answered said that they were busy and gave me a time over an hour later... couldn't wait, and remembered that recently BA (and Rito, I think) had reported decent experiences with Susan at Fu Shen (Somerville). And on Tuesdays they have that $50 special.
I called the old number I had, and after like a dozen rings, Susan herself answered and said I could come at 3:35pm. I got there exactly on time, but was put into the waiting area for about 5-10 minutes. On the plus side, she put me around a corner so I didn't have to encounter the gent who was vacating the room.
Get in the room, and apart from being pretty well air-conditioned, it is very clean with new linens/paper. Once I was naked and face-down, she came back, and as if my mind was being read, the A/C cut off.
Started off with minimal small talk, and a very soft-touch teasing massage. She seemed to focus a lot on running her hands/fingers down my crack then exploring the nether regions beneath. Then back to soft massage.
As she got into it, she asked if I liked it soft or medium, and I said I liked hard for the massage, but I liked the soft too.
So far, pretty normal, I guess. She uses minimal oil, and it doesn't smell. After a few more minutes, the soft-touch becomes much more than that, and she's oiling my backside more, then delving deeper down below. So, I guess she's gonna go for the pop first - fine with me, I haven't had the pleasure of doing it that way, so I was very ready in short order.
Here's where things got weird. The tease is working great, very sensual and slow/soft. But then out of nowhere, she jams a finger up my *ss, briefly, then goes back to the tease.
After the flip it was more of the same. Also, the look on her face was that she really was enjoying herself - even a little devlish like she knew what she was about to do. A few more times she alternates between soft touch and full anal probing...
I'm fully engorged, though, and when she asks if I like it, I'm not really sure what to say. Thinking with the little head, I settled on liking it.
But wait, now all of a sudden it's time to negotiate! I think that BA reported a haggling period right in the middle, too.
She asks if I wanted the HE and how much. I told her I'd take care of her. But she wants a number, so I say .5 (knowing that .4 isn't acceptable on their "special" days). I also motioned to her chest to indicate I wanted a taste. She makes a face, and says that I can't see the top for that much. So I say .6 and she seems OK with it. But even though we agreed, she says "you pay now". I was almost angry, and said "don't worry I'll take care of you" but she insisted and even went over and got my shorts.
I had .7 in my pocket, and pulled it out and counted off the .6 --- she motioned to her rack and literally reached out and grabbed the last remaining ten out of my hand!! Whatever... little head was in charge, and at this point ten bucks isn't gonna break me.
But here's how the next 1-2 minutes went:
She gets up on the table, positions herself indian-style between my knees, and with (admittedly) great skill, she performs a happy ending/prostate exam whereby she went as deep as possible with one finger, and just milked me to completion in under a minute. It was almost violent, and although I instantly was asking her to slow down, before I knew it, I was done! Even though I had tried to get some access to the top half at least, I never got the chance! I have no idea what they look like (those of you who've seen her know she has a little spinner body and they appear to be nice b/c's).
Can you believe that? I basically got upsold, then I got used and abused as quickly as possible, without getting what I thought I was paying for!!! Wow, she's good...
But wait... there's more. We've only used like 20 minutes so far. So as she goes to wash her hands and then does a not-so-great clean-up on me with hot towel, I lay back, expecting her to continue the massage.
Now she wants to talk and find out stuff about me. But first, she wants me to scootch over, so she can lay down next to me on the table! She gets next to me and gives a heavy sigh. She says in a sexy, quiet voice 'james... hold me' - what!?!?!? Honey, I paid for an hour! She tells me how she's so tired from working 7 days and needs a vacation. I asked where she's from, and she says she's Japanese. Let me tell you, I am like 98% sure there's no way she is Japanese. just trust me - she's probably chinese. Then she asks me to massage her, exposing her shoulder a little...
I said "you pay first" (only half-kidding), but it either went right over her head, or she didn't hear me... She reached back and for some reason was holding my d**k, while asking me questions and trying to get me to massage her. I squeezed her shoulder for like a minute before signaling to her that I was tired and I was the one who needed the massage. For an instant, I actually thought maybe she was gonna give me another pop, but quickly figured out it wasn't gonna happen. She went for another round of 'hold me' and 'massage here', and also asked me a million personal questions about my marital status, job, where I lived, and even how much my rent costs! All of these questions were answered as un-truthfully as possible, and soon I grew tired of it, telling her that I thought I had an hour coming.
Next she offered to "walk my back" - that sounded ok, so for about 10 minutes she walked on my back, and when she was done, another inefficient wipe-down, and we're done. Luckily the back-walking did loosen me up a little, but all-in-all this was the most bizarre massage I've ever had.
She of course implored me to return, and to call and make an appointment with her next time as well. I couldn't get out of there fast enough - had to go check out the traffic on rte 93! - i felt like I was a rookie monger all over again. In a sense, I got what I came for, but felt like I got taken to the cleaners.
In short, the "special" with her is by no means a good deal. I suppose if you like the violent prostate massage and a provider who is borderline sexual deviant, but smarter than she looks, you might give her a try. Just heed this warning and make sure you tip up front, and tell her what you do and don't want out of the session! Personally, I'm probably going to stay away for a while. Too many options out there including tried and true ones and those yet to be discovered!
The good news is I had a decent week so I expect that I'll be back out for a TOFTT in the next couple days, or a visit to my favorite Waltham ladies to make up for yesterday. Or both.
JP
Road Trip Wrap up from BA in PA
Gentlemen (and Ladies) as stated in the introduction to my last report on BA's adventures in PA, if you believe this posting about his adventures in PA is irrelevant to the Boston Forum and a mere trifling distraction from the otherwise lucid and geographically-specific reports here in, kindly move along now, as there is nothing to see. If your preference is to flame me for misplacing my PA report, feel free to do so, but with full and certain knowledge that BA has a thick skin and does not depend upon the kindness of strangers in order to attain his sense of self-worth and success.
Be that as it may.
BA had a choice to make, and not an easy one, on his last morning in PA: To see the little Spinner he had discovered there or to visit a Spa across the street sporting the title, "All American Girls." The Spinner was indeed a sight to behold, and BA has fond memories of her, as he reflects back upon the exotic sight of her nipples and fulsome breasts outlined against the window shades as she positioned herself next to him to perform the culminating act of his visit with her. (Sighing heavily, even as he reads this) But he finally decided to visit the "All American" place on the theory that new=good. The last time BA had visited an American spa was way back in the day, to the place at Fresh Pond. But therein lies another tale.
So he pulled up into the parking lot, discretely waiting for the fellow in the blue pickup truck to depart. Sound of BA's feet on the short gravel walkway. Quiet, just detectable sound of chimes as he pressed the door bell button. Sound of many locks sliding open. He walked into a small reception area whereupon he is greeted by a pretty though slightly large blond haired girl in her 20s. She asked BA to complete a form. Side 1 asked for personally identifying information, such as name, address and phone number. In the three places where names where requested, he inserted "Newday," "Pw," and "Stressed Out." For phone number, he inserted the digits for Bonan. For next of kin, he wrote "Jo Jo." The young lady reminded BA that he had not completed the reverse side of the form, which consisted of check off boxes asking whether BA was a 1. Journalist (Not any more) 2. LE official (No thank you) or whether 3. he had any nefarious or untoward purpose in visiting the Spa. ("None! And Madame, I do protest as my intentions are honorable!")
Satisfied with his answers, the young lady led him to a small massage room. Notably, all of the walls were covered with mirrors, ceiling to floor. And at eye height exactly, including the spot directly in front of his headrest on the table, there were posted freshly printed signs: "We do not provide services of a sexual nature. Asking for such services may result in your arrest." After noticing this, BA scanned the room and also noted a small Radio Shack variety camera in the corner of the ceiling. But to his relief he also noticed that the black wire emerged from the camera, moved along the wall and promptly stopped. It was, in short, a wire to nowhere.
The young lady returned to the room. "There are some things we need to discuss," she said. "Tipping, for example." "And what other examples can you offer, Mistress?" BA replied. "Just tipping. You see, young ladies such as myself do not receive any portion of the House Fee. Rather, we depend entirely upon the tips that our most kind and gracious gentlemen callers deign to provide unto us."
Although BA found the word "unto" to be rather enticing, conveying as it does a sense of "entry," he was puzzled as no services had been offered in exchange for the requested gratuity. Losing his patience, and having already decided that he would prefer to avoid arrest on such a fine day, he replied, "OK, then, cutting right to the chase, as it were, what services will a tip obtain for your most humble gentleman caller?" "None," she replied, though with a promising twinkle in her eye. Picking up the cue, BA re-framed his question thus: "In theory--and of course only in theory-- what particular favors might a fine, well dressed gentleman such as myself obtain if for purposes of discussion only, he were to provide a gratuity of let us say $40?" "Not much" she replied, forwardly. "Let us say then that your caller was a gentlemen of extravagant wealth and would offer $60." "For that, " she said, "I would remove my dress, unclasp my bra and provide full access to my C sized beauties for your suckling pleasure as I stroke your Little Brother until, exhausted, you spill your hot seed all over the table and perhaps even over said Boobs."
BA caught a glimpse of the ticking clock and noticed in horror that 20 minutes had lapsed. She then proceeded to gently stroke his back, followed in turn by nice attention to his arms, elbows, hands, fingers and finger tips. She asked him to turn over, at which moment by some Siren's seductive trick nearly 45 minutes had trickled through the hourglass of life. As promised, she then lowered her dress, freed the pointed and proud advertisements of her womanhood and turned her attention to Little Brother. Whereupon she announced that BA had 5 minutes left in his pre-paid session and asked whether he would be inclined to purchase another 30 minutes. BA demurred as he considered running out of the room naked and hence into the arms of the Spinner across the street.
The young lady, her long blonde hair waving nicely in the half-light of the massage room, continued to stroke, ever faster, until the second loudest alarm bell BA has heard in his life ( a place in Marlboro being the loudest, but that Dear Reader is a tale for another day) rang, shivering BA to the very heart of his being. "By all that is Holy, sweet one, shut it off!" he fairly begged her, but she merely rotated her hand around the shaft with increasing speed and determination. To his amazement, Little Brother launched just as the bell stopped." "Wow," the lady said, "that was sure close!"
BA paid the promised gratuity, dressed and returned to his car. Just in time to see the little Spinner across the street usher another gentleman caller out of the door to her Spa. She caught BA's eye, smiled and raised her hand in a tender and innocent sign of recognition. She then held her cell phone in the air and made a gesture with it, as though saying "Call me!" Heartbroken, BA opened the door to his car, adjusted his pork pie hat, settled into the fine Corinthian leather seat, put the vehicle in gear and drove away. Fast.