Clark County reflexology test
I've heard from a reliable source that the Clark County reflexology test is now extremely difficult especially for therapists where english isn't their primary language. From what I've heard only about 1-2% of the students taking the exam are passing it. I'm wondering if this is how Clark County is trying to curtail the AMPs.
LV 8/2-4 . Boulder Hwy / flamingo area. Suggestions?
Hey bros,
I will be in LV this weekend with some time during the day on Thursday and Friday to sneak away from the family. Will be at Sam's Town.
Flamingo Rose and Hawaii Spa both look to be an easy Uber away. Any suggestions?
Would Apt girls or a Latina house be a better bet (haha) for that area?
I need something that can be on short notice or preferably walking. Back walking would be nice along with any extras.
New Rainbow Massage near closed Kmart
Sunset and Sandhill I think it's on the Las Vegas side and not in Henderson. Anyways I saw a Thai chick at work and I remembered there was a Thai chick there at the massage place and since I felt like Thai I went and checked it out. I went there once to check out the place and this time she was still there. Prices at the front, I think 50 for half and 70 for hour. I told her it was 40 before, that was not a good sign. Lame ass massage if you can call it that and then the haggling, no BJ, no FS, barely got out with a hand job for another 40.
What a shit ass experience, 80 bux for a hand job and a bottle of water. If you guys want some water you know where you can get it, just saying. She says "you come back" yeah, sure, tomorrow I'll be here. There was another reflexology place almost next door I will check that out as well. This place looked promising when I went there a couple a months ago but very disappointing now after the visit and 80 bucks shorter. It's right next to the Kmart that closed in a complex with Carl's Jr. Actually you do want to miss it, just move on to Sakura if it's still there. Run like the wind my fellow mexican brothers ahahaha!!
TOFTing again for you fucking assholes
Foot Spa at the corner of Eastern and DI behind that 7-11 and next to PTs pub. In my quest for finding a decent AMP with reasonable (cheap) prices I lost. 8 again for a handjob and a water. So I go in and there's this nice asian MILF, nice tities. 4 for the house. I go next door to the PTs pub to take some cash out. Go back to the lady I said here's. 4 let's go. We go back in the room, I take my shoes off, nice foot massage to be honest, she's very good at it. Not that I would know anything about it, which one is good or which one isn't but she put a lot of work in it she did the whole half hour. The only thing that bothered were those plastic gloves. Anyways I almost fell asleep in there, I started messing with my phone. She says you're done. Well how about a BJ? Oh no, I don't do that, aw shit. Ok, I put my shoes on ready to leave. She says no tip? Yes tip but you got to show me some love baby.
We go back in the room as I was already on my way out, I tell her. 4 for a hand job. She agrees I take my clothes off, she puts the lotion on I hand over the cash at that very same moment one of you fucks walks in because we heard that bell at the front entrance. She says, hold on let me talk to this guy, fuuuck really?! I hear her talking and the fucker said he wanted a massage. I don't know what she told him because he left, so thank you!! She comes back finishes me off in under 10 minutes, good fucking hand job. Had her titties out, nice titties, regular asian MILF. I wouldn't recommend to be honest. She wanted one bill for FS but I didn't have that much on me and I wasn't that desperate. She is very good with her hands and probably gives a good massage too but I won't return.
It was just a matter of time
Before the ex-henderson spa legend was going to cross paths with the freak-machine; possibly the most active no standards having, pro-hoochie loving, brain damaged male sloot in the valley.
Slightly over a year in fact.
I was considering lining her up for my birthday in late July '17 when she resurfaced at China spa. I never went down there. Mostly due to my lack of enthusiasm for AMPs in general, and Maryland Pkwy in it's entirety. I'm a fan of delayed gratification however; and it is said that good things come to those who wait. As it happens, I'm glad everything turned out the way it did. This report will be a great way to celebrate my hundredth post.
I had a devil of a time deciding where to drop this report. She is hard to pigeonhole in this instance. She is asian and appears to be over 40, she gave me incall at her apartment, and the menu was as wide open as can be. There are three other blogs right there. Since her "day job" is techically at a nearby AMP, and since she started me with a traditional massage, I'm putting this here.
During the intervening 12 months, I have received no shortage of recommendations from both board members, and personal friends that neither lurk, nor post here. So, she never fell off my radar. It is no secret that lately her name has become a buzzword around these parts yet again.
I've been telling myself for over a week that I was going to wait out the hype stampede, and hit her up in a month or so. But boredom is a relentless bastard, and convenience is a great motivator. I know them both well in fact.
I was planning on dropping by east garden so that perhaps I could see her in person, and make my own assesment, before pulling the trigger at my discretion. Then I started thinking, and decided I did not want to trek over just to find her absent or unavailable. So I called the number for the spa. As I'm sure most of us do by now, I have a different contact number for her. So, when she answered and mentioned that she was not at the spa, I was a little surprised. There you go guys, another set of digits for ya. Anyway, scheduling was a breeze. Though I was honest & admitted that I had not yet made her aquantance, she was willing to receive me at her place instead of at the spa; after a fashion. Oddly, donation was not discussed. It appears as though she is keeping busy; it would be three hours before I could visit.
Not a problem. I wanted time to get my mind right anyway. I started with some nourishment. Nothing heavy, I wanted to be able to stick and move, as well as go the distance. A banana, some coconut greek yogurt with pineapple, and some iced almond milk. Not the full on eruption mix, but delicious.
Next I stretched, and limbered up. Finally, about 90 minutes out, I decided to meditate, and pray to the god of stroke. Yes, I was taking my shot at the title seriously. I loaded "Fantasy", "Take it to the Limit", "Maneater", "In the Air Tonight", "Witchy Woman", and "Eye of the Tiger" into my media center. I was feeling dangerous, so I set them on repeat AND random. I began my quest for trancendence by becoming one with the void. My only thought and concern was whether or not there would be three feet of Bush under those panties. I emptied my mind, and fed that fear to the flame. It was then I knew it was of no consequence. I lost track of time and space in that trance, but surfaced from my reflection able to attend to my hygeine before I had to dash.
I was in the zone.
As I was preparing to go, it occurred to me that I had forgotten my dickdope. I freed one from the blister pack, chewed that blue devil like a baby aspirin, and gulped it down with some coffee as I made for the door.
She is between Spring Mountain and Flamingo on Decatur. I arrived on time, she was ready and left the door open for me.
When I entered I was pleasantly surprised. She's more attractive than I anticipated. Definitely a petite spinner, and all natural. She was wearing a blood red dress, she looked good. No war paint that I could see, but she appeared not to need any. She smelled good. The pad was clean and free of clutter.
After introductions and formalities, she asked if I wanted an hour or half. After all the hype, I was sure I wanted to go deep. I took an hour, and dropped nine jacksons on the table next to the bed before I excused myself to the bathroom. She said not a word, she didn't blink an eye.
When I returned, she asked me if I wanted a soft, medium, or hard massage. I briefly recounted my experiences with the back-walking rimmer last summer, and mentioned that medium is more to my taste.
I'm not really one for massages. After about five minutes, I usually start thinking about what I really want to be doing, but then I remember the whole delayed gratification thing; and realize there will be plenty of time to step on the girl's face after the flip. That being said, her massage was excellent. Little problems felt like a sausage ready to burst through it's casing when she started breathing on my ear. I flipped over without encouragement, and she offered me her lovely responsive nipples while she was stripper-sliding on me. Before I knew it, I was inside her; and it was on like donkey kong.
Let me stop right here. This one has a reputation for absurd pelvic control. I am here to say that the reputation is well deserved. I have felt it's like; but only once before in all of my days. My only gripe is that like Dana / Summer, her canal is really shallow. Fortunately, that is not much of a complaint in truth.
She is definitely not a clock watcher. She gave me the full hour.
During most of our roll, I wasn't entirely sure if I was fucking her, or if she was fucking me. I gave it to her until my hips felt like they were going to start cramping, then I gave it to her some more. Everything but the kichen sink; I don't mean maybe. I left it all in the ring, we were both slicked with sweat when the final bell sounded. She didn't shy away, or complain once. I shagged her dry and then some, in a futile attempt to get my second one. Though it was no fault of hers, this time it was not to be. Little problems was in beast mode, and was ready to go all night. Everything felt amazing though, an awesome experience.
Amanda 47 Problems 46. By unanimous decision.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Penthouse forums
[QUOTE=Problems;3909152]Before the ex-henderson spa legend was going to cross paths with the freak-machine; possibly the most active no standards having, pro-hoochie loving, brain damaged male sloot in the valley.
Slightly over a year in fact.
I was considering lining her up for my birthday in late July '17 when she resurfaced at China spa. I never went down there. Mostly due to my lack of enthusiasm for AMPs in general, and Maryland Pkwy in it's entirety. I'm a fan of delayed gratification however; and it is said that good things come to those who wait. As it happens, I'm glad everything turned out the way it did. This report will be a great way to celebrate my hundredth post.
I had a devil of a time deciding where to drop this report. She is hard to pigeonhole in this instance. She is asian and appears to be over 40, she gave me incall at her apartment, and the menu was as wide open as can be. There are three other blogs right there. Since her "day job" is techically at a nearby AMP, and since she started me with a traditional massage, I'm putting this here.
During the intervening 12 months, I have received no shortage of recommendations from both board members, and personal friends that neither lurk, nor post here. So, she never fell off my radar. It is no secret that lately her name has become a buzzword around these parts yet again.
I've been telling myself for over a week that I was going to wait out the hype stampede, and hit her up in a month or so. But boredom is a relentless bastard, and convenience is a great motivator. I know them both well in fact.
I was planning on dropping by east garden so that perhaps I could see her in person, and make my own assesment, before pulling the trigger at my discretion. Then I started thinking, and decided I did not want to trek over just to find her absent or unavailable. So I called the number for the spa. As I'm sure most of us do by now, I have a different contact number for her. So, when she answered and mentioned that she was not at the spa, I was a little surprised. There you go guys, another set of digits for ya. Anyway, scheduling was a breeze. Though I was honest & admitted that I had not yet made her aquantance, she was willing to receive me at her place instead of at the spa; after a fashion. Oddly, donation was not discussed. It appears as though she is keeping busy; it would be three hours before I could visit.
Not a problem. I wanted time to get my mind right anyway. I started with some nourishment. Nothing heavy, I wanted to be able to stick and move, as well as go the distance. A banana, some coconut greek yogurt with pineapple, and some iced almond milk. Not the full on eruption mix, but delicious.
Next I stretched, and limbered up. Finally, about 90 minutes out, I decided to meditate, and pray to the god of stroke. Yes, I was taking my shot at the title seriously. I loaded "Fantasy", "Take it to the Limit", "Maneater", "In the Air Tonight", "Witchy Woman", and "Eye of the Tiger" into my media center. I was feeling dangerous, so I set them on repeat AND random. I began my quest for trancendence by becoming one with the void. My only thought and concern was whether or not there would be three feet of Bush under those panties. I emptied my mind, and fed that fear to the flame. It was then I knew it was of no consequence. I lost track of time and space in that trance, but surfaced from my reflection able to attend to my hygeine before I had to dash.
I was in the zone.
As I was preparing to go, it occurred to me that I had forgotten my dickdope. I freed one from the blister pack, chewed that blue devil like a baby aspirin, and gulped it down with some coffee as I made for the door.
She is between Spring Mountain and Flamingo on Decatur. I arrived on time, she was ready and left the door open for me.
When I entered I was pleasantly surprised. She's more attractive than I anticipated. Definitely a petite spinner, and all natural. She was wearing a blood red dress, she looked good. No war paint that I could see, but she appeared not to need any. She smelled good. The pad was clean and free of clutter.
After introductions and formalities, she asked if I wanted an hour or half. After all the hype, I was sure I wanted to go deep. I took an hour, and dropped nine jacksons on the table next to the bed before I excused myself to the bathroom. She said not a word, she didn't blink an eye.
When I returned, she asked me if I wanted a soft, medium, or hard massage. I briefly recounted my experiences with the back-walking rimmer last summer, and mentioned that medium is more to my taste.
I'm not really one for massages. After about five minutes, I usually start thinking about what I really want to be doing, but then I remember the whole delayed gratification thing; and realize there will be plenty of time to step on the girl's face after the flip. That being said, her massage was excellent. Little problems felt like a sausage ready to burst through it's casing when she started breathing on my ear. I flipped over without encouragement, and she offered me her lovely responsive nipples while she was stripper-sliding on me. Before I knew it, I was inside her; and it was on like donkey kong.
Let me stop right here. This one has a reputation for absurd pelvic control. I am here to say that the reputation is well deserved. I have felt it's like; but only once before in all of my days. My only gripe is that like Dana / Summer, her canal is really shallow. Fortunately, that is not much of a complaint in truth.
She is definitely not a clock watcher. She gave me the full hour.
During most of our roll, I wasn't entirely sure if I was fucking her, or if she was fucking me. I gave it to her until my hips felt like they were going to start cramping, then I gave it to her some more. Everything but the kichen sink; I don't mean maybe. I left it all in the ring, we were both slicked with sweat when the final bell sounded. She didn't shy away, or complain once. I shagged her dry and then some, in a futile attempt to get my second one. Though it was no fault of hers, this time it was not to be. Little problems was in beast mode, and was ready to go all night. Everything felt amazing though, an awesome experience.
Amanda 47 Problems 46. By unanimous decision.[/QUOTE]Problems trying to bring back the 80's with the Penthouse Forums letters except without staged pics.
Man I remember when magazines would give my puberty driven teenage ass a boner. Now you could broadcast porn in Time Square and nobody would blink an eye.
