Massage Parlor Reports

[QUOTE=Virgin Boy; 1563919]Accidentally hit submit.

But yea. Is there a certain way to let her know what I want?

Is a handjob included in the massgae? Regardless of tip?[/QUOTE]My first ever AMP and only experience at Chang Mi the paper was given to mama. Masseuse came in performed a soft massage while wearing a skimpy outfit. Then at the end asked me in broke english if I wanted "sucky" and I laughed. She then quoted.

The mama almost didn't let me in at first because sshe didn't think I was old enough LOL

[QUOTE=BenjaminSkully; 1564289]My first ever AMP and only experience at Chang Mi the paper was given to mama. Masseuse came in performed a soft massage while wearing a skimpy outfit. Then at the end asked me in broke english if I wanted "sucky" and I laughed. She then quoted.

The mama almost didn't let me in at first because sshe didn't think I was old enough LOL[/QUOTE]Ok. Sounds simple enough. What did the woman quote?

[QUOTE=Virgin Boy;1564340]Ok. Sounds simple enough. What did the woman quote?[/QUOTE]With it being over 2 years ago I honest don't recall the exact amount. I want to say. 6 or. 8 but I can't say either one for sure. Don't forget the door fee which varies on the amount of time you request.

The Penny from late 2010 early 2011 is back at airport and is still a wonderful time.

[QUOTE=Ewalk;1564863]The Penny from late 2010 early 2011 is back at airport and is still a wonderful time.[/QUOTE]I deal alot w / Asians & learned in their country they haggle alot. I am also in retail sales so when one comes in I add about 15% to the cost of what ever they want to buy, then let them get me down & I get what I want for it.

I used to go to Rainbow Spa years ago & would haggle them down. What's funny is they usually don't expect from an American but it can & I think really should be done as their prices seem awlful high to me & as long as people keepaying they probably keep going up!

HTH

Traveling to Ohio and would like to stop at this Airport Spa. Can anyone give me an address or phone number?

[QUOTE=Pancio;1566210]Traveling to Ohio and would like to stop at this Airport Spa. Can anyone give me an address or phone number?[/QUOTE]Address: 9647 Airport Highway, Monclova, OH 43542.

Phone: (419) 865-1577

[QUOTE=John Wise;1566225]There is this new thing called "Google" I'm not sure how it works, but I've heard it's your friend.[/QUOTE]Google is cool, but if you keep telling people it won't stay a secret for long.

I read about Penny at the airport and had to find out for myself. What a beautiful woman! Slender, but not skinny, with great equipment up top. Lots of fun during the

TS. Lots of teasing because she could speak English. A great massage-ask for "medium". At the end, I guarantee you will feel relaxed and satisfied. 0.6/1. 0 but I gave her a big tip because she deserved it. Probably in her early to mid 30's. Worth the trip. I will return soon.

[QUOTE=Casey950; 1567351]I read about Penny at the airport and had to find out for myself. What a beautiful woman! Slender, but not skinny, with great equipment up top. Lots of fun during the

TS. Lots of teasing because she could speak English. A great massage-ask for "medium". At the end, I guarantee you will feel relaxed and satisfied. 0.6/1. 0 but I gave her a big tip because she deserved it. Probably in her early to mid 30's. Worth the trip. I will return soon.[/QUOTE]Agreed, Just got re-aquainted and she is a hot as ever. She's a great actress too, claims she remembered me and while I do think she enjoyed our time together I know she exagerated her level of enjoyment. I will get back to see her again before she moves on. Be good to her boys.

There were at least two other gals there plus momma. The one I saw well was also very attactive.

[QUOTE=SlooHands; 1566076]I deal alot w / Asians & learned in their country they haggle alot. I am also in retail sales so when one comes in I add about 15% to the cost of what ever they want to buy, then let them get me down & I get what I want for it.

I used to go to Rainbow Spa years ago & would haggle them down. What's funny is they usually don't expect from an American but it can & I think really should be done as their prices seem awlful high to me & as long as people keepaying they probably keep going up!

HTH[/QUOTE]I always did the same at Rainbow with Paper (aka Today or Tomorrow?) the short cute one with light brown hair in pigtails who worked there towards the last few years before they were closed. Could always get 3-4 hrs in the back bedroom for the price of one message. Had to let her see others. But it was ususally not more than two or three and she could finish most guys in 20 minutes. After the second time the haggling actually stopped. She knew I was savy at that point. Agree that the prices now a days are very high for what one usually gets. In the '80s & 90's 1. 0 or 1. 2 was ok for FS with a great looking mid 20 to mid 30 why / o Korean but that hasn't been available in T-town for almost 10 yrs. That said the $ today is worth about a 1990 quarter with all the bucks the Fed pumps into the system so 1. 8 is not very much in some ways. But I still have a hard time justifying that for a massage from someone who likely would have been the mamasan or cleaning woman back in the "old days". P. S With haggling 1. 4 Canadian in Scarborough (Toronto asian suburb) gets even more than what one could get in T-town 20 years ago and it's really not that far away. 1.6-1. 8 w / o haggling. Happy trails.

Right on cue, that nasty little man with the ice pick nailed me right under the left shoulder blade. What's a man to do? The old ball and chain is too busy taking care of the Wicked ***** of the West (aka my mother-in-law) to give me a decent massage and alleviate my agony, the pain pills aren't working and neither is the heating pad. So it's off to M1 ACU Center (3443 Secor Road, Toledo, OH) for a little relief.

The real drawback to M1 is the parking. If you park where you're supposed to, your car sits right out front in plain view of everyone, easily visible from the street. So, if your Minister, brother-in-law or good old Uncle Leo happens to drive by they just might recognize your car from the street, and instead of keeping this little factoid where it belongs, they'll go and blab it to someone. Eventually it gets back to the church Council of Elders (Minister) , the old ball and chain (brother-in-law, who eats your food and drinks your beer while watching the game on your TV) or, in Leo's case, a detective from the vice squad who's wife thinks she knows your wife (she doesn't, but she's a real blood-sucker) and who will, under pressure from his own ball and chain, harass you unmercifully in the name of all that's decent in this world.

Worse, M1 shares a building with some kind of tax preparer or financial planning institution, and they are protective of their own parking. God forbid some crippled up old man should take up a parking slot reserved for a potential financial planning customer, although the way the economy is these days I well and truly do not know what anyone is planning for except a future living in a public housing project with dog food for dinner. On the other side is a jewelry store with a secluded parking area in the rear, which I availed myself of.

I'm parked out of sight but the front door is glass, and just like the parking problem anyone passing on the street can see you standing in the foyer waiting for the old mama-san to open the damned door before my Minister, et al. Drive by and in a moment of pure perceptive genius catch more than a glimpse of my corpulent, easily recognizable figure standing at the front door of a massage parlor.

Thankfully none of this happened and the mama-san opened the door to paradise. The mama-san is glad to see me, and so is the little dog. The girls keep a small, friendly dog named Coco. Now me, I like dogs, so I pet the dog and play with it a little. This makes a good impression on mama-san, who is thin and looks to be a well-preserved hundred and ten years old. I get escorted to a room, one of about ten, and told to get undressed. The girl will be in very shortly. Actually, mama-san's English is bad enough that I only surmise that's what I'm being told. Besides, this is not my first massage parlor excursion and I know the drill.

I don't make any bones about this business. I put two pieces of paper on the nightstand. Both have a picture of good old Benjamin Franklin on one side and Independence Hall on the other. This is my top dollar. It's what I'll spend for good, solid full service with a reasonably attractive provider. Ah, masseuse, that is.

The girl comes in while I'm getting undressed. She introduces herself as Sunny, as in Sunny Daze. She's nice to me, gives me a hug and doesn't mind when I get friendly with her. Sunny asks if I want a table shower, and I affirm that as a wonderful suggestion. Sunny takes the two interesting pieces of paper from the nightstand without comment, which I think is a nice touch. I've had girls argue and demand more, 'just a little' mo' honee? C'mon, honee, you got mo'. ' Yeah, I've got more. No, you aren't getting any. You're either good to go or I'm taking my paper back and heading off down the street to the old Fuji Massage. Sunny doesn't pull any of this. She just smiles and walks out to get the shower ready.

Sunny Daze, by the way, is cute. I estimate her age in the late twenties, with mileage putting her on the bad side of 30. She's a few pounds overweight, but not much. She's got long, dark hair and a cute face with good teeth and a happy smile. She's got a nice set of all natural tits and tight little buns. If you're looking for a semi-trailer style ghetto ass, forget it. Sunny isn't for you. But if you enjoy a nice, well put together little package, Sunny is going to satisfy your yen very nicely. I'd rate Sunny a solid 7, maybe an 8 on her attractiveness.

The table shower is nothing special, but it doesn't suck either. Sunny is careful about the temperature of the water and the washcloth. In polite terms, your butt gets washed last. On the flip, my wedding tackle gets attention, but no more than I'd expect. I get rinsed off and parked in the sauna to finish drying. So far, so good.

In about five minutes Sunny comes back and takes me back to the room. I stop to pet Coco along the way, as she's escaped and is playing around in the hall. When the old mama-san tries to collect her the dog refuses to come until the door to my room is shut. Sunny is impressed.

The best part about any massage in an oriental massage parlor had better be the happy ending. That being the case, I am here to tell you that it's a close call with Sunny. Sunny strips all the way down and gives me an excellent massage, using light oil and a firm to hard touch. She gives me such a going over that I have time to forget about why I came here in the first place. She massages my shoulders, back, arms, neck and head, then works her way back up from my feet, finishing with an actual professional massage of my thighs and buns. I am truly impressed, and I'll give Sunny a solid 10 for the massage, which probably lasted over half an hour and during which time I discovered that there are two girls working at M1. When another guy came in the doorbell rings, mama-san answers and the guy gets escorted back to a room. The next guy to come in got told he'd have to wait an hour or so. He promised to return later on. Sunny refuses to rush or be distracted by other clients coming in, which is nice.

Message to the third guy: Sorry about that, but if you do return I suggest you get Sunny Daze.

We haven't gotten to the flip when Sunny lies on top of me and whispers 'What kind of massage you like today? ' Oh, yeah, now I remember. I tell her and we're off to the races. Sunny licks my balls and buns from behind while teasing Mister Wonderful until I think she may finish me off. Sunny then flips me over for a first-class blow job in the 69 position. I rub her little clit and eventually slide my finger inside. I'm surprised. Sunny is hot, wet and has the tightest little pussy that I've ever found. After a few minutes of this Sunny mounts up in a reverse cowgirl variation where she's not quite facing away from me; she's at about a 45 degree angle. She takes her time sliding me into her, but once inside Sunny bounces happily along taking my cock all the way in until I hit bottom. We keep this up for a while, then Sunny hops off and goes down on me again, finishing me off with her mouth and hands. I cum my brains out.

I'd rate the happiness of the ending at a 10, mainly because the massage is a 10 and I can't seem to rate one lower than the other. In comparison with other masseuses, I've had better sex but never a better massage. The whole experience in the room was about a 9, maybe a 10. Easily worth the money for me.

Afterward I get the usual. Sunny cleans me up and helps me dress, then elicits the usual promises about coming back tomorrow. At this point I'm so thoroughly relaxed and happy I'll agree to most anything. I tip the old mama-san with a piece of paper that features President Andrew Jackson on one side and the White House on the other. This keeps her happy and Sunny is impressed. Me, I am happy and content, but the parking sobers me right up.

You see, again, I'm right out in the open. If anyone, like the old ball and chain, wanted to ambush me this is right where it would happen. It doesn't, of course, but it could. I suppose I could try parking at a neighboring business, but if the neighbors get wind of just what you're up to, they are very likely to have your car towed.

Parking problems or not, I'm heading back to M1 again for another session with Sunny.

And now, here is the truth of the matter. The preceding is fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Any locations named in this work are likewise fictional; no such places exist to the best knowledge of the author. The author does not advocate prostitution where such is illegal, nor does the author encourage violating any Federal, State or Local law prohibiting such conduct.

[QUOTE=ShadowJack; 1585888]Right on cue, that nasty little man with the ice pick nailed me right under the left shoulder blade. What's a man to do? The old ball and chain is too busy taking care of the Wicked * of the West (aka my mother-in-law) to give me a decent massage and alleviate my agony, the pain pills aren't working and neither is the heating pad. So it's off to M1 ACU Center (3443 Secor Road, Toledo, OH) for a little relief.

The real drawback to M1 is the parking. If you park where you're supposed to, your car sits right out front in plain view of everyone, easily visible from the street. So, if your Minister, brother-in-law or good old Uncle Leo happens to drive by they just might recognize your car from the street, and instead of keeping this little factoid where it belongs, they'll go and blab it to someone. Eventually it gets back to the church Council of Elders (Minister) , the old ball and chain (brother-in-law, who eats your food and drinks your beer while watching the game on your TV) or, in Leo's case, a detective from the vice squad who's wife thinks she knows your wife (she doesn't, but she's a real blood-sucker) and who will, under pressure from his own ball and chain, harass you unmercifully in the name of all that's decent in this world.

Worse, M1 shares a building with some kind of tax preparer or financial planning institution, and they are protective of their own parking. God forbid some crippled up old man should take up a parking slot reserved for a potential financial planning customer, although the way the economy is these days I well and truly do not know what anyone is planning for except a future living in a public housing project with dog food for dinner. On the other side is a jewelry store with a secluded parking area in the rear, which I availed myself of.

I'm parked out of sight but the front door is glass, and just like the parking problem anyone passing on the street can see you standing in the foyer waiting for the old mama-san to open the damned door before my Minister, et al. Drive by and in a moment of pure perceptive genius catch more than a glimpse of my corpulent, easily recognizable figure standing at the front door of a massage parlor.

Thankfully none of this happened and the mama-san opened the door to paradise. The mama-san is glad to see me, and so is the little dog. The girls keep a small, friendly dog named Coco. Now me, I like dogs, so I pet the dog and play with it a little. This makes a good impression on mama-san, who is thin and looks to be a well-preserved hundred and ten years old. I get escorted to a room, one of about ten, and told to get undressed. The girl will be in very shortly. Actually, mama-san's English is bad enough that I only surmise that's what I'm being told. Besides, this is not my first massage parlor excursion and I know the drill.

I don't make any bones about this business. I put two pieces of paper on the nightstand. Both have a picture of good old Benjamin Franklin on one side and Independence Hall on the other. This is my top dollar. It's what I'll spend for good, solid full service with a reasonably attractive provider. Ah, masseuse, that is.

The girl comes in while I'm getting undressed. She introduces herself as Sunny, as in Sunny Daze. She's nice to me, gives me a hug and doesn't mind when I get friendly with her. Sunny asks if I want a table shower, and I affirm that as a wonderful suggestion. Sunny takes the two interesting pieces of paper from the nightstand without comment, which I think is a nice touch. I've had girls argue and demand more, 'just a little' mo' honee? C'mon, honee, you got mo'. ' Yeah, I've got more. No, you aren't getting any. You're either good to go or I'm taking my paper back and heading off down the street to the old Fuji Massage. Sunny doesn't pull any of this. She just smiles and walks out to get the shower ready.

Sunny Daze, by the way, is cute. I estimate her age in the late twenties, with mileage putting her on the bad side of 30. She's a few pounds overweight, but not much. She's got long, dark hair and a cute face with good teeth and a happy smile. She's got a nice set of all natural tits and tight little buns. If you're looking for a semi-trailer style ghetto ass, forget it. Sunny isn't for you. But if you enjoy a nice, well put together little package, Sunny is going to satisfy your yen very nicely. I'd rate Sunny a solid 7, maybe an 8 on her attractiveness.

The table shower is nothing special, but it doesn't suck either. Sunny is careful about the temperature of the water and the washcloth. In polite terms, your butt gets washed last. On the flip, my wedding tackle gets attention, but no more than I'd expect. I get rinsed off and parked in the sauna to finish drying. So far, so good.

In about five minutes Sunny comes back and takes me back to the room. I stop to pet Coco along the way, as she's escaped and is playing around in the hall. When the old mama-san tries to collect her the dog refuses to come until the door to my room is shut. Sunny is impressed.

The best part about any massage in an oriental massage parlor had better be the happy ending. That being the case, I am here to tell you that it's a close call with Sunny. Sunny strips all the way down and gives me an excellent massage, using light oil and a firm to hard touch. She gives me such a going over that I have time to forget about why I came here in the first place. She massages my shoulders, back, arms, neck and head, then works her way back up from my feet, finishing with an actual professional massage of my thighs and buns. I am truly impressed, and I'll give Sunny a solid 10 for the massage, which probably lasted over half an hour and during which time I discovered that there are two girls working at M1. When another guy came in the doorbell rings, mama-san answers and the guy gets escorted back to a room. The next guy to come in got told he'd have to wait an hour or so. He promised to return later on. Sunny refuses to rush or be distracted by other clients coming in, which is nice.

Message to the third guy: Sorry about that, but if you do return I suggest you get Sunny Daze.

We haven't gotten to the flip when Sunny lies on top of me and whispers 'What kind of massage you like today? ' Oh, yeah, now I remember. I tell her and we're off to the races. Sunny licks my balls and buns from behind while teasing Mister Wonderful until I think she may finish me off. Sunny then flips me over for a first-class blow job in the 69 position. I rub her little clit and eventually slide my finger inside. I'm surprised. Sunny is hot, wet and has the tightest little pussy that I've ever found. After a few minutes of this Sunny mounts up in a reverse cowgirl variation where she's not quite facing away from me; she's at about a 45 degree angle. She takes her time sliding me into her, but once inside Sunny bounces happily along taking my cock all the way in until I hit bottom. We keep this up for a while, then Sunny hops off and goes down on me again, finishing me off with her mouth and hands. I cum my brains out.

I'd rate the happiness of the ending at a 10, mainly because the massage is a 10 and I can't seem to rate one lower than the other. In comparison with other masseuses, I've had better sex but never a better massage. The whole experience in the room was about a 9, maybe a 10. Easily worth the money for me.

Afterward I get the usual. Sunny cleans me up and helps me dress, then elicits the usual promises about coming back tomorrow. At this point I'm so thoroughly relaxed and happy I'll agree to most anything. I tip the old mama-san with a piece of paper that features President Andrew Jackson on one side and the White House on the other. This keeps her happy and Sunny is impressed. Me, I am happy and content, but the parking sobers me right up.

You see, again, I'm right out in the open. If anyone, like the old ball and chain, wanted to ambush me this is right where it would happen. It doesn't, of course, but it could. I suppose I could try parking at a neighboring business, but if the neighbors get wind of just what you're up to, they are very likely to have your car towed.

Parking problems or not, I'm heading back to M1 again for another session with Sunny.

And now, here is the truth of the matter. The preceding is fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Any locations named in this work are likewise fictional; no such places exist to the best knowledge of the author. The author does not advocate prostitution where such is illegal, nor does the author encourage violating any Federal, State or Local law prohibiting such conduct.[/QUOTE]Wow, fantastic story.

I did not realize that Jack London was still alive and kicking.

Nice Job Jack.

Skipped

Had anyone been to Top Relax lately? Wondering if they have loosen up any.