Beautiful Life Day Spa in Des Peres
New owners, new masseuses, and they are fantastic. PM me if you would like more information.
[URL]http://stlouis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/best-best-excellent-sensational-massage/33048942[/URL]
Save your dough, boys. I TOFTT, and you all owe me!
So, I'm an older guy, and it seems that more oftenI enjoy laying back and relating more to a mature woman. (Faro, for instance.) So, this ad caught my eye a week or so back.
[URL]http://stlouis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/7-am-11pm-2-sexy-48-yr-olds-tantra-massage-erotic-xxotic-xxstasy-sensuality-to-satisfaction/28861188[/URL]
First, these gals saw their 48th year about 5-10 years ago. Especially the one who owns the house. She's supposed to be the one in the red teddy. FAKE! I knew that when I made the appoiintment, but as you all know, we like to chase the "maybe it's a unicorn!" opportunities. Her "friend" was there and the friend was, at least, not fat. Why did I stay? Well, it was raining hard when I got there, and I didn't want to get soaked even more going back to "get the money I forgot to bring with me. " I wanted to use the restroom quickly before we started, mostly so I could think for a minute about staying or not. So I used the euphemism "Can I go wash my hands before we start?" So, the heavy homeowner, dressed in a huge floppy sweater and pants, took me to her kitchen and squirted Dawn on my hands and ran the water so I could wash my hands in the sink. After moving her dirty dishes out of it. And then she told me to shake my hands dry as she didn't have any napkins available. Napkins!? Fuuuuudge. Shoulda left then. Instead, dumbass that I am, I put the tariff on the table and began to strip. $150, if I recall, for 30 minutes.
So, the actual massage table was in this crowded office room, about 12 by 15. Stuffed with lots of weird stuff, like a medical chair and what looked like an X-ray machine from the 1960's and other weird stuff you wouldn't typically see in a home. BTW, they are near the Bevo. About a half mile south, I'd guess. The massage was four hands. So what! It felt like two disinterested hands, as they both were hardly interested in making me feel good. Teasing? Horrible attempt. I was actually glad when at about 12-15 minutes they said to turn over. The fatter one, the blonde homeowner knelt between my legs and used the ol' jackhammer process, two handed. The other one, who had been at my head and shoulders, continued just a lame light touch on my neck and arms. I had to ask the chubby one to take it easy, try closer to the head, be gentle, OUCH!
Eventually, I came, wiped, dressed and hit the road. The bright side? The rain had stopped.
Save your cash! Don't waste it on these women.
LTB.