As often as I can afford!!!
Crazy,
YOU are not addicted.
YOU have found a hobby YOU believe in 100%!
YOU should feel blessed that YOU have an outlet like this...
Imagine if YOU did not!!!
YOU would be going nuts like our sad brothers who live in conservative LE dominated jurisdictions all over this great country...
We have it good in SoCal so enjoy it while YOU are alive.
Cause when YOU are dead the fun is over too!!!
Peace, da I Sadist
P.S. Hap Trav, brother YOU need to explore SB between Hesby to Parthenia (about 5 miles); SFR from Lankersheim to the SF mall (about 5 miles); and Glenoaks from Polk to Van Nuys (about 3 miles) this is the North east valley and it is gangland so be careful and have fun I do!!!
P.S.S. Flatline, YOU need to see Lucky on Fri's at DA. OMG I am in love. LOL! Hey, she is great looking and cool... I would never marry a Kamp girl but I would date the shit out of her... Wish me luck I am working on it!!!
Peace brother c ya in the valley...
A Report, A Myth Busted, and a Reminiscence
I have been wanting to try out the place at Tampa and Topham for a while now. I believe there are two amps in that building. Both used to advertise in CL, but now only one of them does. I figured I would try the one that stopped advertising (if they were still there), but when I got to the location there was NO parking on the street, and a parking lot with an electric gate... No thanks.
So I headed over to another place in the west valley. It's on a street named after a tree, near the corner of Vanowen. Hell, while I'm being so ambiguous, let's just say I dreamed I went there, OK?
When I arrived, it seemed that only the mamasan was there. Maybe 40+, but in good shape. Kind of a cute face (6), but definitely "older." Body about a 5.
I paid .4 for hh, went into the room, and put .4 on the counter, stripped and laid down without putting the towel over myself. When "D" came in, the first thing she asked was, "Have you been here before?" I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly decided to try an experiment: "Nope," I replied. "This is my VERY FIRST TIME." She laughed out loud at that.
The massage was very good. Excellent pressure, but not very thorough. (I like my arms and legs worked over.) She spent a lot of time on the glutes, with lots of crack-caressing, and accidental brushes of the boys.
On the flip, she spent a minute or two working my stomach, slid down to my thighs, and without any further distraction, squirted some oil and went to work on Little 30.
She did a very nice job, and afterwards, finished the massage on my legs and head. As she was cleaning me up, I heard voices in the hall, so she wasn't the only one there after all.
This is the second time I've experimented with NOT pretending that it's not my first time. (The first time was earlier this year with Sunny at DA. It didn't make a difference then, either.)
So, the whole "always say you've been there before" tactic is either irrelevant, or is just one among several factors the providers are using to suss out LE.
Anyway, this situation reminded me of an episode I had many years ago, at a place in another state. I went because I really wanted *just* a massage. The masseuse was heavy (250+) and older (50), so I didn't have extras on the brain AT ALL. Needless to say, her technique was fantastic, and she gave me probably the best legit massage I've ever had.
Halfway through though, we got to talking, and she said, "You know, I used to work at another place JUST LIKE THIS ONE. And I worked there Monday through Friday, from 9-5, and there was another older CMT, just like me, but after 5, they brought in the younger, cuter girls, and you could get more than a massage, knowhutI'msayin'? You couldn't just walk in after 5, you had to have an appointment, but if I liked the guys, I'd tell them to come back after 5, or on the weekends. Isn't that the craziest thing? From the outside, it was JUST LIKE THIS PLACE, but you know, it was another place."
I was in a relationship then, and was too retarded to follow through with what seemed to me to be an obvious invitation to ask for more information. However, I figure at least some of the places in L.A. work on the same scheme.
In fact, the place I've reported on in Van Nuys (aka Pied Piper) may be somewhat like that. The "mamasan" there has gone from treating me like it's a legit place, to pulling up her top and giving rockin' HE. I get the definite feeling (hahah) that things could go to the next level(s) if I wanted. But as far as I know, they don't bring in after-hours cuties for the regulars. And sadly, she just isn't cute enough to tempt me.
