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Hello gents...
I used to live in the area but moved 5 years ago. I'll be visiting in a couple of weeks.
Question. Are there any 'thicker' or heavier set AMP ladies? (In the thighs, calves and / or chest).
Most I have seen in my current state, and when I lived in Indy, are on the thin side.
Do you all know of any that are not slim / thin?
[QUOTE=Skooby;3363763]Hello gents...
I used to live in the area but moved 5 years ago. I'll be visiting in a couple of weeks.
Question. Are there any 'thicker' or heavier set AMP ladies? (In the thighs, calves and / or chest).
Most I have seen in my current state, and when I lived in Indy, are on the thin side.
Do you all know of any that are not slim / thin?[/QUOTE]I am newbie here. Don't know much about codes. Please try the one in north in the City. There are 3, try the middle one.
If you don't mind the age. They are in their 40's.
Really want to know where it is. I will try to crack the codes!
[QUOTE=Bigvirg;3363531]So I was trying to crack the foot massage code and found that there are a couple of places in that area that could be the one. Not wanting to waste time and money I looked back on a review of Fiona at the triple F. I figured that one out and went over. I was greeted by a young male and taken back to a curtain room. After I got ready he came in and asked me if I was ready!! I asked him where the women were and he said they were busy. I figured I would go ahead and get a massage since I was there. He was a strong little guy. Dug deep and popped my back a couple times. As I was leaving there was a woman at the desk who gave me a frequent flyer card, I asked her name and she wrote down "Fiona". I told her that she was the one I was looking for and she smiled and told me to call ahead next time. Just a heads up gentlemen. So anyone crack where the "Wizard of Oz, red shoes, yellow brick road" is?[/QUOTE]
*Is Downtown Massage still open? If so, anyone had any recent experiences they'd like to share?
*Checked out the place farthest east on Washington. Kinda chubby provider, but in a good way 7/10 with nice long hair. Nice teasing massage, then on the flip, started acting coy. I think it's cause I told her it's my fist time there. Once I placed her hand where it was needed most, it was game on. Nice solid experience.
*The flower off Binford is still good old reliable. 6/10. Solid massage. Kept going too fast on the finish despite my telling her to slow down. Got the job done.
* Went to Royal Spa not looking for anything, just wanted a massage. Got just that, but what was weird is the room was really big with a divider in between and another table on the other side. Sure as shit, another guy came in and took the other side. Kinda odd hearing him grunting and what not as I'm getting a massage. I felt like kind of a dick, since I missed the sign saying to keep your underwear until AFTER my massage was over and I bared all. Slightest of teasing, but it's not like anything could happen, given the circumstances.
* Does anyone actually massage the front anymore? Seems once the flip is done, it's almost straight for junior, then a token effort at finishing the massage. I remember some really stellar massages with a great finish at Dove years ago.
* Mocee spa: Saw one of the old gals from east on 96th. And yeah, they pulled the same crap of another girl coming in 1/4 way through and asking if nI wanted 4 hand. Same ole, same old, like they used to do on 96th. The second gal pretty much just kept rubbing the back of my legs over and over and over and over.
*[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/best-eastern-therapeutic-massage-317-558-9395-gorgeous-college-students/12861619[/URL] Can't figure this one out. It's not the foot spa, Any checked this out? Is it the nail place next door to Yang's Foot Spa?
*"Overall, I've really grown bored with the hobby lately. I just want a regular asian FS provider around this area without having to "date" them. I've had a few of those offers, but I just don't have time for all of that." Ditto, ScottyP
[QUOTE=ILoveHjs2;3364084]*Is Downtown Massage still open? If so, anyone had any recent experiences they'd like to share?
*Checked out the place farthest east on Washington. Kinda chubby provider, but in a good way 7/10 with nice long hair. Nice teasing massage, then on the flip, started acting coy. I think it's cause I told her it's my fist time there. Once I placed her hand where it was needed most, it was game on. Nice solid experience.
*The flower off Binford is still good old reliable. 6/10. Solid massage. Kept going too fast on the finish despite my telling her to slow down. Got the job done.
* Went to Royal Spa not looking for anything, just wanted a massage. Got just that, but what was weird is the room was really big with a divider in between and another table on the other side. Sure as shit, another guy came in and took the other side. Kinda odd hearing him grunting and what not as I'm getting a massage. I felt like kind of a dick, since I missed the sign saying to keep your underwear until AFTER my massage was over and I bared all. Slightest of teasing, but it's not like anything could happen, given the circumstances.
* Does anyone actually massage the front anymore? Seems once the flip is done, it's almost straight for junior, then a token effort at finishing the massage. I remember some really stellar massages with a great finish at Dove years ago.[/QUOTE]Is part of the 56th / Graham Rd crew. No extras.
I will say Gradle does a really nice massage in the front, but again, they want you to do self serve.
[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/soothing-relaxing-new-massage-in-town-8155-e-21st/22990358[/URL]
Haven't been to AMP since about December got the urge yesterday before work. I called 56th Keystone a few times clearly they were busy. Saw a new one posted but no phone number so I just pulled up and had the best experience ever man o man have any of you guys been here yet?
[QUOTE=BlkMeat317;3364419][URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/soothing-relaxing-new-massage-in-town-8155-e-21st/22990358[/URL]
Haven't been to AMP since about December got the urge yesterday before work. I called 56th Keystone a few times clearly they were busy. Saw a new one posted but no phone number so I just pulled up and had the best experience ever man o man have any of you guys been here yet?[/QUOTE]How would you rate the ladies?
[QUOTE=Playa14;3364641]How would you rate the ladies?[/QUOTE]How are prices.
[QUOTE=BlkMeat317;3364419][URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/soothing-relaxing-new-massage-in-town-8155-e-21st/22990358[/URL]
Haven't been to AMP since about December got the urge yesterday before work. I called 56th Keystone a few times clearly they were busy. Saw a new one posted but no phone number so I just pulled up and had the best experience ever man o man have any of you guys been here yet?[/QUOTE]Would be nice if there were some details.
[QUOTE=BlkMeat317;3364419][URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/soothing-relaxing-new-massage-in-town-8155-e-21st/22990358[/URL]
Haven't been to AMP since about December got the urge yesterday before work. I called 56th Keystone a few times clearly they were busy. Saw a new one posted but no phone number so I just pulled up and had the best experience ever man o man have any of you guys been here yet?[/QUOTE]More detail would be nice but thanks was thinking of trtying.
Had an eye dr appt today, so I was in Franklin. Decided to try the AMP there.
Opted for 30 lily was slightly chubby but cute. I'd go 6/10 and her english was quite good. All rubbing through towel, then off it comes and the teasing began. Flipped and it was a bit of a jackhammer but still a little ass play. Didn't seem to like the roaming I did, will repeat to see if more available 40 +40 tip.
[QUOTE=Skooby;3363763]Hello gents...
I used to live in the area but moved 5 years ago. I'll be visiting in a couple of weeks.
Question. Are there any 'thicker' or heavier set AMP ladies? (In the thighs, calves and / or chest).
Most I have seen in my current state, and when I lived in Indy, are on the thin side.
Do you all know of any that are not slim / thin?[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=BigKss;3363784]I am newbie here. Don't know much about codes. Please try the one in north in the City. There are 3, try the middle one.
If you don't mind the age. They are in their 40's.[/QUOTE]I searched through this thread for the ones you are speaking of and everyone says they don't give extras.
Anyone else? See original post that I have quoted.
[QUOTE=DuggerJug;3365117]Had an eye dr appt today, so I was in Franklin. Decided to try the AMP there.
Opted for 30 lily was slightly chubby but cute. I'd go 6/10 and her english was quite good. All rubbing through towel, then off it comes and the teasing began. Flipped and it was a bit of a jackhammer but still a little ass play. Didn't seem to like the roaming I did, will repeat to see if more available 40 +40 tip.[/QUOTE]Nice! Were they busy at the time of your visit? I guess only two work there.
Like Blk, had not been out in quite some time. Wanting to get an OK massage and maybe more I decided to visit this one.
[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/soothing-relaxing-new-massage-in-town-8155-e-21st/22990358[/URL]
Arrived and was met by a late 30's or early 40's woman, a 6.5 on the scale, who spoke English well. Asked for the hour as I really needed to loosen up my back. Standard. 6 rate. Room was small, didn't ask about the table shower. There was another monger there when I arrived and he exited before me. I could only hear one other person there so not sure about 3 masseuses.
Most of the massage was covered, I wasn't thinking much would be had and wasn't thinking about it. Nice massage but no teasing at all. Then the flip and it was kind of odd. She tried to keep me covered, but as I turned, the towel rotated off. She stood there and looked at my little soldier for about 30 seconds before saying anything. Then she asked what I wanted. A bit of negotiation and we were all set. She asked for. 6 to let the puppies out to play. I thought that a bit steep but was enjoying myself. She didn't seem to mind my roaming and I managed to get FIV. After my relaxation, she cleaned me up with a hot towel and went back to the massage on my front side. Didn't get a name but did find out she is from China and has been here for 8 years. All in all a good visit and I would likely return.
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[QUOTE=BigKss;3365180]Nice! Were they busy at the time of your visit? I guess only two work there.[/QUOTE]No one there. There's an eyebrow thread place next door, which is REALLY weird if you've been to the H, cause they got one too, anyway there were two cars out front but they were both thread shop girls, once I saw the 50 dangly things on the rear view mirrors.
[QUOTE=DuggerJug;3367203]No one there. There's an eyebrow thread place next door, which is REALLY weird if you've been to the H, cause they got one too, anyway there were two cars out front but they were both thread shop girls, once I saw the 50 dangly things on the rear view mirrors.[/QUOTE]Thank you for the info!
I need go there and try!
Anyone know what happened to the girls from blue sky? There was a young girl there in her 20's named "jaja" or "tsa-tsa" (something like that). Literally saw her the day before they got raided. Best AMP experience I've ever had though.
Anyone know of a good place on the north side for a 4 hand massage? I did some digging and didn't find much material. Saw one or two recommendations and then a newer review saying the place wasn't very good. Any suggestions appreciated. PM is good if you can provide details.
Anyone been to Body Health Spa:
[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/new-lmt-professional-5-massage-spa-in-indy-cupping-back-walk-sauna-hot-stone-and-more/23855503[/URL]
As you know, not too many white girl massages out there. I habe seen stephanie nicole twice. Great massages, no hint of extras. I saw melissa from hands and her time at models. Poor massage, bad conversation, no hint of extras.
Been to models on northside and no hint of extras from the newbies. Just rubs, not really a massage.
I did have a great massage and time with Cassandra from models before she disappeared. Anyone know where she went?
For those that know her Wei Wei is back again, saw her last w / end. Good time as always and worth seeing. W / end before saw the other girl, good time also but uses the saran wrap trick. Got the job done tho.
[QUOTE=Impulse46;3360277]Went there. Greeted at the door by Mamasan. Told me to come back in 30 minutes. Weird, but whatever. So I went to a place to "Eat Fresh". After I did that, I went back. Again, same Mamasan greeted me. Did the 30 minutes. On the flip, she covered Sir Richard and his two best friends with a towel. After the massage, I asked if there were any extras and got denied.
I won't repeat.[/QUOTE]I was going to stop by there. Thanks for saving me $$.
Stopped by a newly reviewed provider, I'll call it 21 Jump Street. Standard HH fee and I pulled BiBi. The other girl I saw was cuter but she was busy with another monger. The massage wasn't bad at all, not too firm not too soft, but OMG the tease! I wouldn't even call it teasing she was full on playing with mini me and massaging my prostate. I thought I was going to finish before the flip! But the flip came first and negotiating began. Standard $. 4 for the HE and she wanted double to take off her clothes. I opted for the standard and it was fantastic! No rush and she went nice and slow like I asked. Once it was done I went to get up and she said "don't you want more massage?" so of course I said yes. Most places don't give any front side massage so it was a pleasant surprise to get the full massage. Before I left she said to bring a condom next time so I'm sure the menu is open. Overall great experience, will return.
I've never been to an AMP before or any for that matter. Figured out where / what H was and gave it a shot. I was greeted by a decent looking 30-40 yo, didn't catch her name. I opted for the HH, during which she focused her attention almost exclusively on rubbing my legs and butt. On the flip she rubbed my chest and shoulder for a couple minutes and then said the massage was over. I got up and got dressed disappointed. She met me at the door and asked for a tip. After I handed her. 2 she asked if it was my first time there.
On the way back home I stopped by 21. After ringing the bell to get in I asked for another HH. I'd guess she was in her upper to mid 40's. I didn't catch her name, but she said she had only been here for about a week. Massage was more balanced this time and on the flip she finished with a standard HE. No negotiation, she basically started rubbing and then shook her head to ask for confirmation that I wanted it. During that time I readjusted so I could do some roaming OTC. She cleaned me up with a hot towel and brought me a water bottle. I reached in my wallet to tip her. 4, but the bills were stuck together and she got. 6.
[QUOTE=Buzzy1;3369358]For those that know her Wei Wei is back again, saw her last w / end. Good time as always and worth seeing. W / end before saw the other girl, good time also but uses the saran wrap trick. Got the job done tho.[/QUOTE]I think old Phoenix was in DXI.
Work released. My body yearned for that too.
The sky had ebbed from darkly grim to hopeful gray. The heavy rain had stopped for now
and I was headed South toward Na**on*l.
A low overpass lay ahead of me. The white and yellow lines were submerged, engulfed, disappeared underneath of it.
I aimed my crummy four banger for the light on the other side of the moat and poured on the gas hoping not to hydroplane.
I crashed mighty waves on either side of the car as I emerged on the thru side. I mused to myself, "That must be what its like to jet ski!
Frankly, I had hoped to retire from the Monger-dom. I got married to a women that had happily played to all my fetishes.
That quickly vanished along with the other standard vows. Far too soon after "I Do". Now, a few years later, my blood was boiling.
The desire expanding, like a diver beset by a hormonal Bends. I needed it let out.
The forum gave the clues and I found myself at the oddest little set of brown brick huts. A maze of "professional" buildings from the 70's I would imagine.
The original builders had high hopes that professionals of all kinds would thrive in their odd little bunk houses. Now. I saw no lawyers or engineering firms.
Ah! But there was one occupant. The one I was looking for. True professionals - 'Co*k Doctors'.
On a first glance it would be easy for one to miss. But sticking on the inside of one window were those adhesive letters one might find on the side of a mailbox.
There, black letters proudly stood out atop shimmering gold, spelling out the word "Therapy". Yes I hoped so. A few rain drops began to hit the hood of the car.
I approached the door and the crickety-clatter of loosening deadbolts alerted me to a presence inside. I reached for the doorknob but never made it. A petite yellow hand reached out and grabbed mine. I was pulled inside.
Within feet from the door was my own occupancy. It was the common drab of most of these joints. Low light neutral paint and that smell you get. From living.
She gave me a big hug I gave her one back and $.
I Full Montied. The place didn't feel clean. I put a towel over the bod and went straight to face down and waited.
She came back in to our little diving bell. The roof began echoeing the thrashing from heavy rain and I finally got a good look at my masseuse.
She was maybe a 5 on the AMP scale and was dressed frumpishly for a reason. Some extra pounds beset her she was a bit past capacity.
But so am I and I rank myself the same. Most times, its the who and how you keep your time with, not necessarily the what.
I went to work.
I grabbed a handful of her and played the masseuse myself. This is just my thing. I give and receive usually better than otherwise. I grabbed her thighs and rubbed some soul into her muscles.
She sighed. I continued for a time. She grabbed my hands, I was for sure it was to remove them. But. No surprisingly she raised them.
This was going to be fun and it was time for the flip.
I continued to attack all her pressure points. Working a little harder and with far more expertise than she. As a masseuse she was a novice but, afterall, I needed a doctor.
I made her feel good. The "Ooohs and Ahhhs" kept coming. The confidence under the towel began to grow.
She pulled it off and gave the Ol' Spittin Dolphin a couple tugs as if she was seeing how sensitive it was. She pointed to her mouth. I shook my head horizontal. She primed a ghost pump and said "oil? My head went to
nodding vertical. That word, "Oil" was the only one I ever understood.
She was eager and cupped my tight anchors and squeezed. She rose her hand along the stern of the ship and began to yank the bow. I nodded vertically again. Appreciatively.
I still worked some on her. Occasionally, while gripping the ship, she would lean over and kiss and hug my belly. Inside the bell all was calm and majestic outside the storm raged. She was smooth and methodical.
The hydrant on the ship soon spewed torrents here and there. The hull was clean spic and span. She retrieved a towel, a large one, to sop up the mess.
She helped dress me. giggling, and we had some fun in that odd sort of way. She assisted with shoes and a bottle to drink. My needs are simple and this place met them.
My smiling yellow girl, and me, had a nice cozy trip down the Yankze River.
Upon leaving another deckhand (I won't do that one too obvious) said goodbye from another room. Same qualities as mine. Same qualities as me.
The rain slowed again and I drove to a local diner. The maitre d' went to seat me and I asked for some paper to write on. She uncoiled register paper and brought it to the table. The seats were puffy bench style with a low
hung lamp with a single bulb hovered above the table. It reminded me of that scene in Jaws on the boat where Quint spins his USS Indianapolis tale.
Outside, the parking lot peculated from rain, and I begin to write my own tale.
(Forgive the punctuation and the lack of structure - its TFF)
Bravo Buster B. Bravo!
[QUOTE=Indy420;3371430]Stopped by a newly reviewed provider, I'll call it 21 Jump Street. Standard HH fee and I pulled BiBi. The other girl I saw was cuter but she was busy with another monger. The massage wasn't bad at all, not too firm not too soft, but OMG the tease! I wouldn't even call it teasing she was full on playing with mini me and massaging my prostate. I thought I was going to finish before the flip! But the flip came first and negotiating began. Standard $. 4 for the HE and she wanted double to take off her clothes. I opted for the standard and it was fantastic! No rush and she went nice and slow like I asked. Once it was done I went to get up and she said "don't you want more massage?" so of course I said yes. Most places don't give any front side massage so it was a pleasant surprise to get the full massage. Before I left she said to bring a condom next time so I'm sure the menu is open. Overall great experience, will return.[/QUOTE]Hey bro, can you give out the 411 on 21 jump, monger from cicny here looking to find something better than here, old lady's in Cincy and NKy, diy, thanks in advance,.
Indeed, the Joseph Conrad of mongerdom.
[QUOTE=GreatPretender;3374714]Bravo Buster B. Bravo![/QUOTE].
[QUOTE=BusterB;3374527]Work released. My body yearned for that too.
The sky had ebbed from darkly grim to hopeful gray. The heavy rain had stopped for now
and I was headed South toward Na**on*l.
A low overpass lay ahead of me. The white and yellow lines were submerged, engulfed, disappeared underneath of it.
I aimed my crummy four banger for the light on the other side of the moat and poured on the gas hoping not to hydroplane.
I crashed mighty waves on either side of the car as I emerged on the thru side. I mused to myself, "That must be what its like to jet ski!
Frankly, I had hoped to retire from the Monger-dom. I got married to a women that had happily played to all my fetishes.
That quickly vanished along with the other standard vows. Far too soon after "I Do". Now, a few years later, my blood was boiling.
The desire expanding, like a diver beset by a hormonal Bends. I needed it let out.
The forum gave the clues and I found myself at the oddest little set of brown brick huts. A maze of "professional" buildings from the 70's I would imagine.
The original builders had high hopes that professionals of all kinds would thrive in their odd little bunk houses. Now. I saw no lawyers or engineering firms.
Ah! But there was one occupant. The one I was looking for. True professionals - 'Co*k Doctors'.
On a first glance it would be easy for one to miss. But sticking on the inside of one window were those adhesive letters one might find on the side of a mailbox.
There, black letters proudly stood out atop shimmering gold, spelling out the word "Therapy". Yes I hoped so. A few rain drops began to hit the hood of the car.
I approached the door and the crickety-clatter of loosening deadbolts alerted me to a presence inside. I reached for the doorknob but never made it. A petite yellow hand reached out and grabbed mine. I was pulled inside.
Within feet from the door was my own occupancy. It was the common drab of most of these joints. Low light neutral paint and that smell you get. From living.
She gave me a big hug I gave her one back and $.
I Full Montied. The place didn't feel clean. I put a towel over the bod and went straight to face down and waited.
She came back in to our little diving bell. The roof began echoeing the thrashing from heavy rain and I finally got a good look at my masseuse.
She was maybe a 5 on the AMP scale and was dressed frumpishly for a reason. Some extra pounds beset her she was a bit past capacity.
But so am I and I rank myself the same. Most times, its the who and how you keep your time with, not necessarily the what.
I went to work.
I grabbed a handful of her and played the masseuse myself. This is just my thing. I give and receive usually better than otherwise. I grabbed her thighs and rubbed some soul into her muscles.
She sighed. I continued for a time. She grabbed my hands, I was for sure it was to remove them. But. No surprisingly she raised them.
This was going to be fun and it was time for the flip.
I continued to attack all her pressure points. Working a little harder and with far more expertise than she. As a masseuse she was a novice but, afterall, I needed a doctor.
I made her feel good. The "Ooohs and Ahhhs" kept coming. The confidence under the towel began to grow.
She pulled it off and gave the Ol' Spittin Dolphin a couple tugs as if she was seeing how sensitive it was. She pointed to her mouth. I shook my head horizontal. She primed a ghost pump and said "oil? My head went to
nodding vertical. That word, "Oil" was the only one I ever understood.
She was eager and cupped my tight anchors and squeezed. She rose her hand along the stern of the ship and began to yank the bow. I nodded vertically again. Appreciatively.
I still worked some on her. Occasionally, while gripping the ship, she would lean over and kiss and hug my belly. Inside the bell all was calm and majestic outside the storm raged. She was smooth and methodical.
The hydrant on the ship soon spewed torrents here and there. The hull was clean spic and span. She retrieved a towel, a large one, to sop up the mess.
She helped dress me. giggling, and we had some fun in that odd sort of way. She assisted with shoes and a bottle to drink. My needs are simple and this place met them.
My smiling yellow girl, and me, had a nice cozy trip down the Yankze River.
Upon leaving another deckhand (I won't do that one too obvious) said goodbye from another room. Same qualities as mine. Same qualities as me.
The rain slowed again and I drove to a local diner. The maitre d' went to seat me and I asked for some paper to write on. She uncoiled register paper and brought it to the table. The seats were puffy bench style with a low
hung lamp with a single bulb hovered above the table. It reminded me of that scene in Jaws on the boat where Quint spins his USS Indianapolis tale.
Outside, the parking lot peculated from rain, and I begin to write my own tale.
(Forgive the punctuation and the lack of structure - its TFF)[/QUOTE]I have truly missed you and the tales of yore, and this thread has sorely missed your intelligent and always thoughtful posts. I long for the days of clever and witty coding, it seems a little adolescent these days, or perhaps that's just me. Always a pleasure sir. We should all bow to the master.
[QUOTE=BusterB;3374527]hung lamp with a single bulb hovered above the table. It reminded me of that scene in Jaws on the boat where Quint spins his USS Indianapolis tale.
(Forgive the punctuation and the lack of structure - its TFF)[/QUOTE]Love the Quint reference! "Here's to swimming' with bow-legged women. "
DBT.
Has anyone tried Jennifer Star. Pics look too good to be true but I am not finding a review:
[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/body-to-body-jessica-sexy-girl/20942792[/URL]
[QUOTE=MayTag4040;3375403]Has anyone tried Jennifer Star. Pics look too good to be true but I am not finding a review:
[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/body-to-body-jessica-sexy-girl/20942792[/URL][/QUOTE]I contacted her last week and set up a time on short notice. When I got in the area she provided I text her to get the address. Once I found the address I always do a drive by to survey the area. As I pulled down the street there was a younger thug looking white guy standing at the corner about two houses down. I didn't get the right vibe from the whole situation. I text her and asked who the guy was and she said that she didn't know and I was silly. I carried on about my day and passed on her. Might try again just to see if the guy is there.
[QUOTE=Skooby;3369013]Anyone been to Body Health Spa:
[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/new-lmt-professional-5-massage-spa-in-indy-cupping-back-walk-sauna-hot-stone-and-more/23855503[/URL][/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Skooby;3363763]Hello gents...
I used to live in the area but moved 5 years ago. I'll be visiting in a couple of weeks.
Question. Are there any 'thicker' or heavier set AMP ladies? (In the thighs, calves and / or chest).
Most I have seen in my current state, and when I lived in Indy, are on the thin side.
Do you all know of any that are not slim / thin?[/QUOTE]Re-upping these two.
[QUOTE=SmashPussy;3374817]Hey bro, can you give out the 411 on 21 jump, monger from cicny here looking to find something better than here, old lady's in Cincy and NKy, diy, thanks in advance,.[/QUOTE]If you read the 10 posts previous to mine you should be able to figure it out. I tried not to make it too difficult. Any seniors wanting the info send me a PM.
Please write your memoirs of mongering. Profit.
[QUOTE=BusterB;3374527]Work released. My body yearned for that too.
The sky had ebbed from darkly grim to hopeful gray. The heavy rain had stopped for now
and I was headed South toward Na**on*l.
A low overpass lay ahead of me. The white and yellow lines were submerged, engulfed, disappeared underneath of it.
I aimed my crummy four banger for the light on the other side of the moat and poured on the gas hoping not to hydroplane.
I crashed mighty waves on either side of the car as I emerged on the thru side. I mused to myself, "That must be what its like to jet ski!
Frankly, I had hoped to retire from the Monger-dom. I got married to a women that had happily played to all my fetishes.
That quickly vanished along with the other standard vows. Far too soon after "I Do". Now, a few years later, my blood was boiling.
The desire expanding, like a diver beset by a hormonal Bends. I needed it let out.
The forum gave the clues and I found myself at the oddest little set of brown brick huts. A maze of "professional" buildings from the 70's I would imagine.
The original builders had high hopes that professionals of all kinds would thrive in their odd little bunk houses. Now. I saw no lawyers or engineering firms.
Ah! But there was one occupant. The one I was looking for. True professionals - 'Co*k Doctors'.
On a first glance it would be easy for one to miss. But sticking on the inside of one window were those adhesive letters one might find on the side of a mailbox.
There, black letters proudly stood out atop shimmering gold, spelling out the word "Therapy". Yes I hoped so. A few rain drops began to hit the hood of the car.
I approached the door and the crickety-clatter of loosening deadbolts alerted me to a presence inside. I reached for the doorknob but never made it. A petite yellow hand reached out and grabbed mine. I was pulled inside.
Within feet from the door was my own occupancy. It was the common drab of most of these joints. Low light neutral paint and that smell you get. From living.
She gave me a big hug I gave her one back and $.
I Full Montied. The place didn't feel clean. I put a towel over the bod and went straight to face down and waited.
She came back in to our little diving bell. The roof began echoeing the thrashing from heavy rain and I finally got a good look at my masseuse.
She was maybe a 5 on the AMP scale and was dressed frumpishly for a reason. Some extra pounds beset her she was a bit past capacity.
But so am I and I rank myself the same. Most times, its the who and how you keep your time with, not necessarily the what.
I went to work.
I grabbed a handful of her and played the masseuse myself. This is just my thing. I give and receive usually better than otherwise. I grabbed her thighs and rubbed some soul into her muscles.
She sighed. I continued for a time. She grabbed my hands, I was for sure it was to remove them. But. No surprisingly she raised them.
This was going to be fun and it was time for the flip.
I continued to attack all her pressure points. Working a little harder and with far more expertise than she. As a masseuse she was a novice but, afterall, I needed a doctor.
I made her feel good. The "Ooohs and Ahhhs" kept coming. The confidence under the towel began to grow.
She pulled it off and gave the Ol' Spittin Dolphin a couple tugs as if she was seeing how sensitive it was. She pointed to her mouth. I shook my head horizontal. She primed a ghost pump and said "oil? My head went to
nodding vertical. That word, "Oil" was the only one I ever understood.
She was eager and cupped my tight anchors and squeezed. She rose her hand along the stern of the ship and began to yank the bow. I nodded vertically again. Appreciatively.
I still worked some on her. Occasionally, while gripping the ship, she would lean over and kiss and hug my belly. Inside the bell all was calm and majestic outside the storm raged. She was smooth and methodical.
The hydrant on the ship soon spewed torrents here and there. The hull was clean spic and span. She retrieved a towel, a large one, to sop up the mess.
She helped dress me. giggling, and we had some fun in that odd sort of way. She assisted with shoes and a bottle to drink. My needs are simple and this place met them.
My smiling yellow girl, and me, had a nice cozy trip down the Yankze River.
Upon leaving another deckhand (I won't do that one too obvious) said goodbye from another room. Same qualities as mine. Same qualities as me.
The rain slowed again and I drove to a local diner. The maitre d' went to seat me and I asked for some paper to write on. She uncoiled register paper and brought it to the table. The seats were puffy bench style with a low
hung lamp with a single bulb hovered above the table. It reminded me of that scene in Jaws on the boat where Quint spins his USS Indianapolis tale.
Outside, the parking lot peculated from rain, and I begin to write my own tale.
(Forgive the punctuation and the lack of structure - its TFF)[/QUOTE]
Stopped to smell the Roses on the East Post. Greeted by a fit, Sun beaten gardener with a big smile and a name that started with "V". Massage was above par. Tease was long (too long?) but the garden was self service only. Picked my own bouquet and was on my way. Forty for half hour and 20 for light cleaning. Will not repeat.
[QUOTE=BallsDeep710;3375571]I contacted her last week and set up a time on short notice. When I got in the area she provided I text her to get the address. Once I found the address I always do a drive by to survey the area. As I pulled down the street there was a younger thug looking white guy standing at the corner about two houses down. I didn't get the right vibe from the whole situation. I text her and asked who the guy was and she said that she didn't know and I was silly. I carried on about my day and passed on her. Might try again just to see if the guy is there.[/QUOTE]Good job. Always follow your instincts and think with the right head.
[QUOTE=BallsDeep710;3375571]I contacted her last week and set up a time on short notice. When I got in the area she provided I text her to get the address. Once I found the address I always do a drive by to survey the area. As I pulled down the street there was a younger thug looking white guy standing at the corner about two houses down. I didn't get the right vibe from the whole situation. I text her and asked who the guy was and she said that she didn't know and I was silly. I carried on about my day and passed on her. Might try again just to see if the guy is there.[/QUOTE]Thanks, was it a nice or rathole area (eastside)? She seems to look too good for the pics to not be very popular.