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The guy who told the AMT today that she ruined the massage, PM me.
Took my chances on this one, not sure what it's called but it's around the corner from Mother's North. Got a slim early 30's one named Moko or something. Lame massage with mostly rubbing before flip L2. . 7 for 50 minutes + 1. 2.
[URL]https://gainesville.skipthegames.com/massage/asian/new-beautiful-girls352-377-580/089978478270[/URL]
[QUOTE=Plenilune;5872835]Took my chances on this one, not sure what it's called but it's around the corner from Mother's North. Got a slim early 30's one named Moko or something. Lame massage with mostly rubbing before flip L2. . 7 for 50 minutes + 1. 2.
[URL]https://gainesville.skipthegames.com/massage/asian/new-beautiful-girls352-377-580/089978478270[/URL][/QUOTE]It's called Orchid Spa.
Tonight I was able to get get out and try the wallflower over on 6th. I had heard rumors about the place, but did not really believe much of what was said. I'm happy to report that it's all true. The place appears plain and small on the outside, but on the inside, it seems like a bigger place. I was greeted at the door by not one, not two, but three lovely ladies. One had a small wicker basket in which she pulled rose pedals out onto the floor before me, guiding me to one of the rooms. Another had a hand fan and fanned me, cooling me off from the outside heat. The third just gave me coy, seductive looks as she escorted me along. If this greeting was any indication, I was in for an amazing time. I was hoping these lovely ladies would all be taking care of me in the massage room, but only the coy one went in with me. I did not complain. She looked completely amazing, jet black hair pulled tightly up and held in place with pearl chopsticks. Her perky breasts bounced freely under her beautiful Asian dress. I imagined her hair would flow completely down to her waist and I decided right then and there that I was going to behold that sight no matter what it took. Instead of leaving the room, she gently helped me out of my clothes, got a towel for me and guided me onto the massage table. I started to lay on my stomach, but she giggled and guided me onto my back, all the while smiling that coy, seductive smile that was driving me crazy. She lightly touched my hand and gave me a motion sign to stay here. Then she left. After a few moments, I started to fear that she would not be coming back and perhaps this was a ruse they used to get someone all excited only to bait and switch with another woman. She did not come back. Instead, the lighting in the room somehow got softer and began slowly morphing into different hues of blue, pink and green. I began feeling a little strange, but in a very, VERY good way. There seemed to be a smoky haze rising from the floor like dry ice, but somehow this did not seem surprising to me. It only served to enhance the euphoria I was already experiencing. And then. It happened. From out of the soft haze of the room stepped a woman. She had one of those sexy Halloween-type nurse's uniforms on. The white skirt was so short, I could see her sexy red panties underneath. The panties had straps (I don't know what you call them) that came down and hooked onto sexy black stockings. Her amazing breasts were straining under the pressure of a push-up bra that made them appear to be begging to be set free. She moved slowly and dreamlike to me. As she got closer, I almost gasped. I'm not really into redheads or blonds for the most part, but her hair was the most amazing light tinge of healthy red hair I've ever saw. But that was not what surprised me. Her face. I could have swore I was looking right up at none other than Scarlett Johansson. And if it wasn't her, it was her clone, except for the red hair. Like I said, I'm not really into blonds, but Scarlett gets a pass from me any day of the week. An amazingly beautiful Scarlett with red hair now stood over me smiling a smile that was so sweet I felt a thousand electrical tingles dance over my body. She easily climbed onto the table and straddled me, bending down, pushing her lips onto mine. We french kissed for what seemed like 15 minutes and then she began to slowly unzip her uniform as she watched herself do it, her mouth making an 'O' shape as if she herself could not handle how hot her body was. As she slipped out of the top part of the uniform, I was amazed to see that there was NO push-up bra. Her breasts were full, round and natural and seemed to defy the law of gravity. She moved a hand over her left breast, pulling it upward as she did so. Then she slowly leaned down to me and pushed her wonderful, dark red nipple into my hungry lips. I don't even remember how or when the rest of her uniform came off. I only remember the amazing rhythm of our bodies rocking together as if we were made for each other. We kissed as we made love. For another hour, we morphed into different positions, each giving the other everything we had to offer and more. At last, I was on top of her, thrusting into her and knowing that I was getting close. As I planted sweet kisses on her cheek, she whispered to me. 'it's safe to stay inside of me. Stay inside of me'. That was all it took. My body convulsed in wave after wave of unending euphoria as I felt my load shooting in spasm after spasm deep inside her. I stayed there inside her until my erection finally subsided and I moved over on my side, holding her next to me, our bodies swimming together in the shiny sweat of our lovemaking. "Will you come back and see me?" She whispered. I could not help but laugh. I would definitely be coming back to see her. Hell, I wanted to marry her. The next thing I remember, my beautiful coy and seductive woman was standing over me with a knowing smile. "You have good massage?" she asked. I smiled up at her, the look on my face answering the question. Somewhere along the line, the room returned to normal and I was dressed. She again escorted me out and I was greeted by the other two lovely ladies. They each kissed my cheek. One of them handed me a little closed black book, the kind you get in a restaurant for the check. I opened it. The total was $1200, gratuity included. The price did not surprise or shock me. I would have gladly paid much more for my experience with Scarlett. "You tell friends, ok?" my coy seductress said. "I don't know," I replied. "I kind of want to keep this place a secret for myself. " She smiled. "No. No need. Everyone have special time here. You tell. " "Ok," I replied. Then all three moved close to my body, escorting me out with a smile. In closing, I recommend checking the wallflower out.
[QUOTE=JackPacino;5907815]Tonight I was able to get get out and try the wallflower over on 6th. I had heard rumors about the place, but did not really believe much of what was said. I'm happy to report that it's all true. The place appears plain and small on the outside, but on the inside, it seems like a bigger place. I was greeted at the door by not one, not two, but three lovely ladies. One had a small wicker basket in which she pulled rose pedals out onto the floor before me, guiding me to one of the rooms. Another had a hand fan and fanned me, cooling me off from the outside heat. The third just gave me coy, seductive looks as she escorted me along. If this greeting was any indication, I was in for an amazing time. I was hoping these lovely ladies would all be taking care of me in the massage room, but only the coy one went in with me. I did not complain. She looked completely amazing, jet black hair pulled tightly up and held in place with pearl chopsticks. Her perky breasts bounced freely under her beautiful Asian dress. I imagined her hair would flow completely down to her waist and I decided right then and there that I was going to behold that sight no matter what it took. Instead of leaving the room, she gently helped me out of my clothes, got a towel for me and guided me onto the massage table. I started to lay on my stomach, but she giggled and guided me onto my back, all the while smiling that coy, seductive smile that was driving me crazy. She lightly touched my hand and gave me a motion sign to stay here. Then she left. After a few moments, I started to fear that she would not be coming back and perhaps this was a ruse they used to get someone all excited only to bait and switch with another woman. She did not come back. Instead, the lighting in the room somehow got softer and began slowly morphing into different hues of blue, pink and green. I began feeling a little strange, but in a very, VERY good way. There seemed to be a smoky haze rising from the floor like dry ice, but somehow this did not seem surprising to me. It only served to enhance the euphoria I was already experiencing. And then. It happened. From out of the soft haze of the room stepped a woman. She had one of those sexy Halloween-type nurse's uniforms on. The white skirt was so short, I could see her sexy red panties underneath. The panties had straps (I don't know what you call them) that came down and hooked onto sexy black stockings. Her amazing breasts were straining under the pressure of a push-up bra that made them appear to be begging to be set free. She moved slowly and dreamlike to me. As she got closer, I almost gasped. I'm not really into redheads or blonds for the most part, but her hair was the most amazing light tinge of healthy red hair I've ever saw. But that was not what surprised me. Her face. I could have swore I was looking right up at none other than Scarlett Johansson. And if it wasn't her, it was her clone, except for the red hair. Like I said, I'm not really into blonds, but Scarlett gets a pass from me any day of the week. An amazingly beautiful Scarlett with red hair now stood over me smiling a smile that was so sweet I felt a thousand electrical tingles dance over my body. She easily climbed onto the table and straddled me, bending down, pushing her lips onto mine. We french kissed for what seemed like 15 minutes and then she began to slowly unzip her uniform as she watched herself do it, her mouth making an 'O' shape as if she herself could not handle how hot her body was. As she slipped out of the top part of the uniform, I was amazed to see that there was NO push-up bra. Her breasts were full, round and natural and seemed to defy the law of gravity. She moved a hand over her left breast, pulling it upward as she did so. Then she slowly leaned down to me and pushed her wonderful, dark red nipple into my hungry lips. I don't even remember how or when the rest of her uniform came off. I only remember the amazing rhythm of our bodies rocking together as if we were made for each other. We kissed as we made love. For another hour, we morphed into different positions, each giving the other everything we had to offer and more. At last, I was on top of her, thrusting into her and knowing that I was getting close. As I planted sweet kisses on her cheek, she whispered to me. 'it's safe to stay inside of me. Stay inside of me'. That was all it took. My body convulsed in wave after wave of unending euphoria as I felt my load shooting in spasm after spasm deep inside her. I stayed there inside her until my erection finally subsided and I moved over on my side, holding her next to me, our bodies swimming together in the shiny sweat of our lovemaking. "Will you come back and see me?" She whispered. I could not help but laugh. I would definitely be coming back to see her. Hell, I wanted to marry her. The next thing I remember, my beautiful coy and seductive woman was standing over me with a knowing smile. "You have good massage?" she asked. I smiled up at her, the look on my face answering the question. Somewhere along the line, the room returned to normal and I was dressed. She again escorted me out and I was greeted by the other two lovely ladies. They each kissed my cheek. One of them handed me a little closed black book, the kind you get in a restaurant for the check. I opened it. The total was $1200, gratuity included. The price did not surprise or shock me. I would have gladly paid much more for my experience with Scarlett. "You tell friends, ok?" my coy seductress said. "I don't know," I replied. "I kind of want to keep this place a secret for myself. " She smiled. "No. No need. Everyone have special time here. You tell. " "Ok," I replied. Then all three moved close to my body, escorting me out with a smile. In closing, I recommend checking the wallflower out.[/QUOTE]What is the address / phone number?
[QUOTE=JackPacino;5907815]Tonight I was able to get get out and try the wallflower over on 6th. I had heard rumors about the place, but did not really believe much of what was said. I'm happy to report that it's all true. The place appears plain and small on the outside, but on the inside, it seems like a bigger place. I was greeted at the door by not one, not two, but three lovely ladies. One had a small wicker basket in which she pulled rose pedals out onto the floor before me, guiding me to one of the rooms. Another had a hand fan and fanned me, cooling me off from the outside heat. The third just gave me coy, seductive looks as she escorted me along. If this greeting was any indication, I was in for an amazing time. I was hoping these lovely ladies would all be taking care of me in the massage room, but only the coy one went in with me. I did not complain. She looked completely amazing, jet black hair pulled tightly up and held in place with pearl chopsticks. Her perky breasts bounced freely under her beautiful Asian dress. I imagined her hair would flow completely down to her waist and I decided right then and there that I was going to behold that sight no matter what it took. Instead of leaving the room, she gently helped me out of my clothes, got a towel for me and guided me onto the massage table. I started to lay on my stomach, but she giggled and guided me onto my back, all the while smiling that coy, seductive smile that was driving me crazy. She lightly touched my hand and gave me a motion sign to stay here. Then she left. After a few moments, I started to fear that she would not be coming back and perhaps this was a ruse they used to get someone all excited only to bait and switch with another woman. She did not come back. Instead, the lighting in the room somehow got softer and began slowly morphing into different hues of blue, pink and green. I began feeling a little strange, but in a very, VERY good way. There seemed to be a smoky haze rising from the floor like dry ice, but somehow this did not seem surprising to me. It only served to enhance the euphoria I was already experiencing. And then. It happened. From out of the soft haze of the room stepped a woman. She had one of those sexy Halloween-type nurse's uniforms on. The white skirt was so short, I could see her sexy red panties underneath. The panties had straps (I don't know what you call them) that came down and hooked onto sexy black stockings. Her amazing breasts were straining under the pressure of a push-up bra that made them appear to be begging to be set free. She moved slowly and dreamlike to me. As she got closer, I almost gasped. I'm not really into redheads or blonds for the most part, but her hair was the most amazing light tinge of healthy red hair I've ever saw. But that was not what surprised me. Her face. I could have swore I was looking right up at none other than Scarlett Johansson. And if it wasn't her, it was her clone, except for the red hair. Like I said, I'm not really into blonds, but Scarlett gets a pass from me any day of the week. An amazingly beautiful Scarlett with red hair now stood over me smiling a smile that was so sweet I felt a thousand electrical tingles dance over my body. She easily climbed onto the table and straddled me, bending down, pushing her lips onto mine. We french kissed for what seemed like 15 minutes and then she began to slowly unzip her uniform as she watched herself do it, her mouth making an 'O' shape as if she herself could not handle how hot her body was. As she slipped out of the top part of the uniform, I was amazed to see that there was NO push-up bra. Her breasts were full, round and natural and seemed to defy the law of gravity. She moved a hand over her left breast, pulling it upward as she did so. Then she slowly leaned down to me and pushed her wonderful, dark red nipple into my hungry lips. I don't even remember how or when the rest of her uniform came off. I only remember the amazing rhythm of our bodies rocking together as if we were made for each other. We kissed as we made love. For another hour, we morphed into different positions, each giving the other everything we had to offer and more. At last, I was on top of her, thrusting into her and knowing that I was getting close. As I planted sweet kisses on her cheek, she whispered to me. 'it's safe to stay inside of me. Stay inside of me'. That was all it took. My body convulsed in wave after wave of unending euphoria as I felt my load shooting in spasm after spasm deep inside her. I stayed there inside her until my erection finally subsided and I moved over on my side, holding her next to me, our bodies swimming together in the shiny sweat of our lovemaking. "Will you come back and see me?" She whispered. I could not help but laugh. I would definitely be coming back to see her. Hell, I wanted to marry her. The next thing I remember, my beautiful coy and seductive woman was standing over me with a knowing smile. "You have good massage?" she asked. I smiled up at her, the look on my face answering the question. Somewhere along the line, the room returned to normal and I was dressed. She again escorted me out and I was greeted by the other two lovely ladies. They each kissed my cheek. One of them handed me a little closed black book, the kind you get in a restaurant for the check. I opened it. The total was $1200, gratuity included. The price did not surprise or shock me. I would have gladly paid much more for my experience with Scarlett. "You tell friends, ok?" my coy seductress said. "I don't know," I replied. "I kind of want to keep this place a secret for myself. " She smiled. "No. No need. Everyone have special time here. You tell. " "Ok," I replied. Then all three moved close to my body, escorting me out with a smile. In closing, I recommend checking the wallflower out.[/QUOTE]Didn't find this place via google. Where is it, and the searchable name?
1200, really?
[QUOTE=Hunter005;5909196]Didn't find this place via google. Where is it, and the searchable name?
[/QUOTE]It's difficult to find when it's only in the imagination.
C'Mon. Guys. No sense of humor?
It's a fantasy AMP. Just thought I would post something to lighten the mood since it seems so dead in here.
Sorry. Seems I got a lot of hopes up instead. The idea of the fantasy AMP is a place you can go to have your deepest fantasies realized. The room itself is mind-altering somehow, so none of the dangers involved in a real visit are never there.
[QUOTE=Hunter005;5909196]Didn't find this place via google. Where is it, and the searchable name?
1200, really?[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=JackPacino;5907815]Tonight I was able to get get out and try the wallflower over on 6th. I had heard rumors about the place, but did not really believe much of what was said. I'm happy to report that it's all true. The place appears plain and small on the outside, but on the inside, it seems like a bigger place. I was greeted at the door by not one, not two, but three lovely ladies. One had a small wicker basket in which she pulled rose pedals out onto the floor before me, guiding me to one of the rooms. Another had a hand fan and fanned me, cooling me off from the outside heat. The third just gave me coy, seductive looks as she escorted me along. If this greeting was any indication, I was in for an amazing time. I was hoping these lovely ladies would all be taking care of me in the massage room, but only the coy one went in with me. I did not complain. She looked completely amazing, jet black hair pulled tightly up and held in place with pearl chopsticks. Her perky breasts bounced freely under her beautiful Asian dress. I imagined her hair would flow completely down to her waist and I decided right then and there that I was going to behold that sight no matter what it took. Instead of leaving the room, she gently helped me out of my clothes, got a towel for me and guided me onto the massage table. I started to lay on my stomach, but she giggled and guided me onto my back, all the while smiling that coy, seductive smile that was driving me crazy. She lightly touched my hand and gave me a motion sign to stay here. Then she left. After a few moments, I started to fear that she would not be coming back and perhaps this was a ruse they used to get someone all excited only to bait and switch with another woman. She did not come back. Instead, the lighting in the room somehow got softer and began slowly morphing into different hues of blue, pink and green. I began feeling a little strange, but in a very, VERY good way. There seemed to be a smoky haze rising from the floor like dry ice, but somehow this did not seem surprising to me. It only served to enhance the euphoria I was already experiencing. And then. It happened. From out of the soft haze of the room stepped a woman. She had one of those sexy Halloween-type nurse's uniforms on. The white skirt was so short, I could see her sexy red panties underneath. The panties had straps (I don't know what you call them) that came down and hooked onto sexy black stockings. Her amazing breasts were straining under the pressure of a push-up bra that made them appear to be begging to be set free. She moved slowly and dreamlike to me. As she got closer, I almost gasped. I'm not really into redheads or blonds for the most part, but her hair was the most amazing light tinge of healthy red hair I've ever saw. But that was not what surprised me. Her face. I could have swore I was looking right up at none other than Scarlett Johansson. And if it wasn't her, it was her clone, except for the red hair. Like I said, I'm not really into blonds, but Scarlett gets a pass from me any day of the week. An amazingly beautiful Scarlett with red hair now stood over me smiling a smile that was so sweet I felt a thousand electrical tingles dance over my body. She easily climbed onto the table and straddled me, bending down, pushing her lips onto mine. We french kissed for what seemed like 15 minutes and then she began to slowly unzip her uniform as she watched herself do it, her mouth making an 'O' shape as if she herself could not handle how hot her body was. As she slipped out of the top part of the uniform, I was amazed to see that there was NO push-up bra. Her breasts were full, round and natural and seemed to defy the law of gravity. She moved a hand over her left breast, pulling it upward as she did so. Then she slowly leaned down to me and pushed her wonderful, dark red nipple into my hungry lips. I don't even remember how or when the rest of her uniform came off. I only remember the amazing rhythm of our bodies rocking together as if we were made for each other. We kissed as we made love. For another hour, we morphed into different positions, each giving the other everything we had to offer and more. At last, I was on top of her, thrusting into her and knowing that I was getting close. As I planted sweet kisses on her cheek, she whispered to me. 'it's safe to stay inside of me. Stay inside of me'. That was all it took. My body convulsed in wave after wave of unending euphoria as I felt my load shooting in spasm after spasm deep inside her. I stayed there inside her until my erection finally subsided and I moved over on my side, holding her next to me, our bodies swimming together in the shiny sweat of our lovemaking. "Will you come back and see me?" She whispered. I could not help but laugh. I would definitely be coming back to see her. Hell, I wanted to marry her. The next thing I remember, my beautiful coy and seductive woman was standing over me with a knowing smile. "You have good massage?" she asked. I smiled up at her, the look on my face answering the question. Somewhere along the line, the room returned to normal and I was dressed. She again escorted me out and I was greeted by the other two lovely ladies. They each kissed my cheek. One of them handed me a little closed black book, the kind you get in a restaurant for the check. I opened it. The total was $1200, gratuity included. The price did not surprise or shock me. I would have gladly paid much more for my experience with Scarlett. "You tell friends, ok?" my coy seductress said. "I don't know," I replied. "I kind of want to keep this place a secret for myself. " She smiled. "No. No need. Everyone have special time here. You tell. " "Ok," I replied. Then all three moved close to my body, escorting me out with a smile. In closing, I recommend checking the wallflower out.[/QUOTE]Would love to know more details as well! Sounds like a great dream.
Hello my fellow enthusiasts.
Comment: The dream AMP was beautiful. The fact that some people did not realize it was a figment of your imagination. Priceless!
Question / Observation / Looking for your thoughts: As of a few months ago the prices have increased, the AMP staff have all become AARP members and worst of all the fantastic full menu I was enjoying has now become as limited as the Dollar Menu at McDonalds.
Did I miss something? I recall an ownership change at Lotus but did something happen that I'm not aware of?
As always be safe!
Mumble.
And it was fake. Speaks volumes about how pathetic Hoggetowne is.
[QUOTE=JaxMumble;5913030]Comment: The dream AMP was beautiful. The fact that some people did not realize it was a figment of your imagination. Priceless!
Question / Observation / Looking for your thoughts: As of a few months ago the prices have increased, the AMP staff have all become AARP members and worst of all the fantastic full menu I was enjoying has now become as limited as the Dollar Menu at McDonalds.
Did I miss something?[/QUOTE]Thanks, I could come up with more, but probably get banned for false reporting or something.
Well, we are starting to go into Covid round. Whatever. But that's just starting, so I doubt that's the answer to your question. I never knew Hoggtowne to have such a menu, but I suspect those that are getting that keep it to them self. YMMV. Yeah, my mileage is that of a beat up VW micro bus with flat tires. AARP members? Hey, maybe I can start using my card and get a discount. Seriously, though, respect to these ladies. I love treating them right and usually get a great massage.
[URL]https://gainesville.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/asian/top-asian-great-massage-vip-se/009036289215[/URL]
She's actually 40+yrs Asian and chubby. I just politely declined.
[URL]https://gainesville.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/asian/top-asian-great-massage-vip-se/009036289215[/URL]
[QUOTE=MotionLotion;5942881]She's actually 40+yrs Asian and chubby. I just politely declined.
[URL]https://gainesville.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/asian/top-asian-great-massage-vip-se/009036289215[/URL][/QUOTE]Was she at least cute at all? I don't mind a 40+ chubby girl.
[QUOTE=TimesLikeThese;5943314]Was she at least cute at all? I don't mind a 40+ chubby girl.[/QUOTE]Not to me. Kind of looked like one of those 40-50 year old massage parlor women. Not only was her STG photos fake, she texted me another one when I asked for a real photo and that was fake too.
[URL]https://media.textnow.com/?t=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJ1c2VybmFtZSI6ImJydWNlYmVsdmluMTIzIiwia2V5IjoiZWNkMDJlMGItZTAyNC0xMWVjLTg4NzctNGU0YTllOGRjMGRkIn0.WWQ9LgQm6ihhyucPqWhF7P_GhxfFKFVJqV67rUq9wrU&h=ecd02e0b-e024-11ec-8877-4e4a9e8dc0dd[/URL]
They're supposed to have a disclaimer at the bottom of the ad. Stating the pics are not actually of the girls. I will have that corrected. As long as they are a legit business they can stay with the disclaimer.
[QUOTE=MotionLotion;5943326]Not to me. Kind of looked like one of those 40-50 year old massage parlor women. Not only was her STG photos fake, she texted me another one when I asked for a real photo and that was fake too.
[URL]https://media.textnow.com/?t=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJ1c2VybmFtZSI6ImJydWNlYmVsdmluMTIzIiwia2V5IjoiZWNkMDJlMGItZTAyNC0xMWVjLTg4NzctNGU0YTllOGRjMGRkIn0.WWQ9LgQm6ihhyucPqWhF7P_GhxfFKFVJqV67rUq9wrU&h=ecd02e0b-e024-11ec-8877-4e4a9e8dc0dd[/URL][/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Oshmalee;5943817]They're supposed to have a disclaimer at the bottom of the ad. Stating the pics are not actually of the girls. I will have that corrected. As long as they are a legit business they can stay with the disclaimer.[/QUOTE]But she is a real live on the hook catfish? LOL. I kinda like the type you described. Reminds me of being in Thailand long ago. I need a relaxing massage.
[QUOTE=MotionLotion;5942881]She's actually 40+yrs Asian and chubby. I just politely declined.
[URL]https://gainesville.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/asian/top-asian-great-massage-vip-se/009036289215[/URL][/QUOTE]I called her out of curiosity. Doesn't sound 40-50 ish, but that doesn't mean much. The address is a hotel. Should I be comfortable with that?
[QUOTE=Mlive;5954015]I called her out of curiosity. Doesn't sound 40-50 ish, but that doesn't mean much. The address is a hotel. Should I be comfortable with that?[/QUOTE]Only if you are comfortable with the smell of Chinese food reeking up the room. I think she was having Cream of Sum Yung Guye.
Visited Best Asian Massage (Gainesville) a weeks ago. I met a (7/7) masseuse. I was told that no TS. I was taken to the room. The massage was good. On the flip, only topless and HJ. After cleaning. I was offer water. I will not repeat.
[QUOTE=TR5321;5957843]Visited Best Asian Massage (Gainesville) a weeks ago. I met a (7/7) masseuse. I was told that no TS. I was taken to the room. The massage was good. On the flip, only topless and HJ. After cleaning. I was offer water. I will not repeat.[/QUOTE]That's the most you'll get anywhere in Gainesville nowadays.
Has anyone been to the rose bodyworks in LC since the lockdowns let up?
I used to see a pile of cars in the lot following the lockdowns, but I don't see as many now.
(Accidentally posted in Orlando thread; posting in Gainesville thread).
Hello all.
Thanks for all the posts here. I am getting a bit confident that I can find some action today in G'Ville without getting ripped off.
Can anyone please recommend a listing or a place?
Looking for these. In order of priority.
Erotic massage.
Escort.
Thanks a lot!! And I will post a review when done.
I had a couple dreams about Orchid. Let me preface this by saying I had been there years ago. But I'm older now and need a theraputic massage every so often. I saw they had changed names, so I thought I might get a decent massage. I didn't get a good massage twice. But I'm not entirely dissatisfied.
The first dream was with a cute young thing who had purchased a lovely set of 36 C's. I got to play with them. We started with a table shower. Her massage was not firm enough. I was surprised to be offered CBJ on the turn. Not bad, not great either. Her massage wasn't bad, but it wasn't good. But she was willing & she let me roam freely, so it wasn't a bad experience. I'm guessing she didn't have a lot of experience and no one had offered her 1.5 Marios before this.
My second dream was even smaller, probably less than 100 lbs. She wasn't happy when I asked for the other chica, so I settled for her. We started with a TS. She was a bit rough washing things. Her massage was too soft and too quick. I was surprised in my dream when the flip occurred quickly. I asked her how much she wanted as a tip. When she mentioned HE, I countered with CBJ. I was surprised that she offered FS and DATY for 2 Alex Trebeks! She was a more experienced provider, really knew how to move about the table advantageously. And she must not be familiar with the normal menus available here. She must be used to the cooking in a big city, not Hogtowne!
After clean up, she did spend 10 min on my legs. That was the best massage I got. I would repeat. Happy hunting. Anyone else try, please post.
[QUOTE=ExitStageLeft;5978953]I had a couple dreams about Orchid. Let me preface this by saying I had been there years ago. But I'm older now and need a theraputic massage every so often. I saw they had changed names, so I thought I might get a decent massage. I didn't get a good massage twice. But I'm not entirely dissatisfied.
The first dream was with a cute young thing who had purchased a lovely set of 36 C's. I got to play with them. We started with a table shower. Her massage was not firm enough. I was surprised to be offered CBJ on the turn. Not bad, not great either. Her massage wasn't bad, but it wasn't good. But she was willing & she let me roam freely, so it wasn't a bad experience. I'm guessing she didn't have a lot of experience and no one had offered her 1.5 Marios before this.
My second dream was even smaller, probably less than 100 lbs. She wasn't happy when I asked for the other chica, so I settled for her. We started with a TS. She was a bit rough washing things. Her massage was too soft and too quick. I was surprised in my dream when the flip occurred quickly. I asked her how much she wanted as a tip. When she mentioned HE, I countered with CBJ. I was surprised that she offered FS and DATY for 2 Alex Trebeks! She was a more experienced provider, really knew how to move about the table advantageously. And she must not be familiar with the normal menus available here. She must be used to the cooking in a big city, not Hogtowne!
After clean up, she did spend 10 min on my legs. That was the best massage I got. I would repeat. Happy hunting. Anyone else try, please post.[/QUOTE]It's common sense that a good massage is not likely to be found at a jack shack. A good long massage is hard work, so they would rather take the easy "Marios. " That's true anywhere you go.
Did you happen to catch any names?
[QUOTE=ExitStageLeft;5978953]I had a couple dreams about Orchid.[/QUOTE]
So Orchid is what used to be best Asian?
I stopped going there because when they changed names / owners, I saw a few bad reviews on here. I guess it may be worth another try.
[QUOTE=TopDog12;5989913]So Orchid is what used to be best Asian?
I stopped going there because when they changed names / owners, I saw a few bad reviews on here. I guess it may be worth another try.[/QUOTE]It used to be Lotus, I think.
Orchid was Lotus, off 39th Ave beside Mother's North. Best is still on Newberry Rd just west of Marathon gas.
[QUOTE=TopDog12;5989913]So Orchid is what used to be best Asian?[/QUOTE]
I had not been there in quite a number of months and read some reports on here that were not so great. I stopped by on Friday just to see what the talent was. The Mama-san was pleasant but definitely not "talent. " The good thing was a girl that I knew from about a year ago is there. Of course I don't remember her name, but she's 35, good build, C's-natural. I don't want to go into a lot of detail here but suffice it to say that the menu is open and she is very accommodating. She has a great personality to go with her other assets. I suppose the fact that we recognized each other led to some of the fun that we had but I've got to believe that even a newbie, if they play their cards right, will come away satisfied and if she knows you the door is wide open. I'll definitely be going back to see her.
A dream I had a while back.
"Oh, honey! You came back! Been a long time. I have someone coming here maybe in five minutes. But maybe they won't come. How long you want?
"An hour. ".
"Okay, honey. You come in here. ".
She led me to one of the back rooms. The place was small, but it seemed like a maze to me. Jill left me to get undressed. I took off my jeans and shoes, but left my boxers and T-shirt on. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. I took note of the clock on the wall so I could keep track of how long I had.
Jill came back and for some reason had me move to another room. She grabbed my socks and shoes, I grabbed my jeans and we relocated. A couple more turns in the maze and we were in the new room.
"I would like to give you a massage if that's okay," I said.
"Of course, honey. That is good. ".
"This is for you. " I handed her a hundred-dollar bill. I knew it would make her comfortable with being completely nude for our session.
"Thank you honey! You always take care of me. Been long time!
She left momentarily and reappeared. She was out of her clothes in no time and laying on her stomach on the massage bed. I cleaned my hands with some hand sanitizer. I knew this would put her even more at ease that I would be thoughtful enough to do that. Then, I got a generous amount of massage oil and rubbed my hands together before starting on her back.
Jill's skin seemed very dry and I was constantly adding oil. She didn't mind, though. In fact, she kept telling me that I could use more oil if I wanted to. I was happy about that as it made it much easier to massage her body.
As I massaged her, I asked her about her day. I told her that I knew how hard she worked and wanted to give her some time to relax. It was true. I knew that giving massages was not all that she did. In fact, she did a hell of a lot more than that. I also knew the kind of people she had to deal with. I was not there to judge what she did. I did not care about that. I only wanted to be the guy that gave her something instead of wanting something from her. I knew it was kind of silly that I had to pay her in order to give this to her. But there was no other way. Besides, I was enjoying myself as well. I enjoyed giving this to her and of course, enjoyed seeing her beautiful body.
She commented several times that it felt good and that my touch was making her so relaxed that she might fall asleep. Finally, after massaging her entire backside, I had her turn over. I got a nearby stool and placed it at the head of the bed. My thought was to start on the front of her shoulders and move to her breasts, but she thought I was going to massage her scalp instead.
"Honey, just do the hair. Not face, okay?
No problem. I could give her a scalp massage as well.
"But the oil.".
"No. No oil in hair, baby. ".
"Yeah, but I mean. My hands are covered in oil. ".
"Just wipe off. " She pointed at a nearby box of tissues.
I wiped my hands off the best I could and proceeded to massage her scalp. Her hair was very healthy and very pretty with blond streaks running through brown. She didn't want much pressure with her massage, so I continued my gentle rubbing and massaging motions. As I massaged her scalp, occasionally I looked at her body. Her amazing breasts were tantalizing. My gaze continued down to the bare space between her legs. She had her legs very close together and I was aware of the cool air conditioning in the room.
"Are you cold?" I asked. "Need something to put over.?
"No baby, I'm fine. ".
I checked the clock periodically. I almost felt like a pro. I was at the 30 minute mark, which should be a good amount of time to finish the rest of the massage. Finally, I retrieved some more oil and moved to the front of her shoulders and to her breasts.
I massaged around her breasts with expert hands. She let out a soft moan now and then as I did so. I could not tell if she was really enjoying it or if she was doing that for my benefit. I purposely did not touch her in any erotic way, but concentrated on giving her my complete care and attention. Still, I found that my breathing became a bit heavier as I moved my hands around her curves. Touching her beautiful breasts was having an effect on me whether I wanted it or not.
"Yes," she said, softly. "So good. ".
I moved down to her abdomen and massaged her belly and sides.
"Thank you for this, honey," she soothed. "You are doing this so good. ".
"You're welcome," I said. "I'm glad I can give you some time to relax. ".
I smiled and looked at her. Her eyelids were half-closed and her eyes shone beneath, looking at me in a sultry, sexy way. She was, indeed, very beautiful. But I could feel that she was not someone I could ever be involved with on a deeper level. I don't think it would ever work. Perhaps I could sense that she wasn't interested in me in that way, or perhaps I could sense that our personalities were not compatible. Whatever it was, I was in no danger of feeling more intimate with her.
I bent down and kissed her lightly on her belly button, which caused her a slight giggle. Then, I retrieved some more oil and moved on to her legs. It seemed to me that I was using a lot of oil, but her body soaked it in. I spent a few minutes on her legs and ankles. I noticed the bottom of her feet was quite dirty. I guessed that she walked around a lot without her shoes.
Another generous amount of oil and I was ready to move to the final area. I gently tugged at her inner thighs so she would know I wanted her legs to be open. She opened them and bent her knees so that the bottom of her feet faced one another. I began to rub her most inner thigh area which caused her to moan softly. I moved both hands down to the lower area and worked my way up, purposely avoiding the erogenous zone in the middle.
I swirled my hands and fingers around her like an artist painting a masterpiece. I rubbed my palm over the surface of her mound, noticing that she was more cleanly shaven than the last time I saw her. The valleys that led up to her mound from either side of her hips were unexpectedly inviting and seemed to beg for attention. I massaged her there and cumulated again around her mound. Her breathing became heavier, her moans more frequent.
"You're going to make me come, baby," she said.
This surprised me. I was hoping she would be aroused, but I wasn't working towards that goal. It is true, however, that the pubic mound is an often overlooked erogenous zone and quite capable of bringing a woman to orgasm if treated the right way. I continued the massage and suddenly I felt her body jump with a quick gasp. My immediate thought was that it was a faked orgasm. Probably she thought that it was the end result I was seeking and decided to give me that satisfaction.
I continued to gently rub her a little after that, but further away from her erogenous zones. I ended by bending down to the beautiful lips between her legs and barely touching her with a small kiss. Another soft giggle. She got up and continued to shower me with appreciation and told me again how relaxing my massage was.
It was surprising to me, but all through the massage, I never had the slightest thought of having sex with her. She was amazingly sexy. The sultry, shining eyes, her beautiful large breasts, that unbelievably beautiful area between her thighs. Even her voice had an alluring quality to it. But as sweet as she was, there was nothing between us.
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[QUOTE=JackPacino;6021516]A dream I had a while back.
"Oh, honey! You came back! Been a long time. I have someone coming here maybe in five minutes. But maybe they won't come. How long you want?
"An hour. ".
"Okay, honey. You come in here. ".
She led me to one of the back rooms. The place was small, but it seemed like a maze to me. Jill left me to get undressed. I took off my jeans and shoes, but left my boxers and T-shirt on. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. I took note of the clock on the wall so I could keep track of how long I had.
Jill came back and for some reason had me move to another room. She grabbed my socks and shoes, I grabbed my jeans and we relocated. A couple more turns in the maze and we were in the new room.
"I would like to give you a massage if that's okay," I said.
"Of course, honey. That is good. ".
"This is for you. " I handed her a hundred-dollar bill. I knew it would make her comfortable with being completely nude for our session.
"Thank you honey! You always take care of me. Been long time!
She left momentarily and reappeared. She was out of her clothes in no time and laying on her stomach on the massage bed. I cleaned my hands with some hand sanitizer. I knew this would put her even more at ease that I would be thoughtful enough to do that. Then, I got a generous amount of massage oil and rubbed my hands together before starting on her back.
Jill's skin seemed very dry and I was constantly adding oil. She didn't mind, though. In fact, she kept telling me that I could use more oil if I wanted to. I was happy about that as it made it much easier to massage her body.
As I massaged her, I asked her about her day. I told her that I knew how hard she worked and wanted to give her some time to relax. It was true. I knew that giving massages was not all that she did. In fact, she did a hell of a lot more than that. I also knew the kind of people she had to deal with. I was not there to judge what she did. I did not care about that. I only wanted to be the guy that gave her something instead of wanting something from her. I knew it was kind of silly that I had to pay her in order to give this to her. But there was no other way. Besides, I was enjoying myself as well. I enjoyed giving this to her and of course, enjoyed seeing her beautiful body.
She commented several times that it felt good and that my touch was making her so relaxed that she might fall asleep. Finally, after massaging her entire backside, I had her turn over. I got a nearby stool and placed it at the head of the bed. My thought was to start on the front of her shoulders and move to her breasts, but she thought I was going to massage her scalp instead.
"Honey, just do the hair. Not face, okay?
No problem. I could give her a scalp massage as well.
"But the oil.".
"No. No oil in hair, baby. ".
"Yeah, but I mean. My hands are covered in oil. ".
"Just wipe off. " She pointed at a nearby box of tissues.
I wiped my hands off the best I could and proceeded to massage her scalp. Her hair was very healthy and very pretty with blond streaks running through brown. She didn't want much pressure with her massage, so I continued my gentle rubbing and massaging motions. As I massaged her scalp, occasionally I looked at her body. Her amazing breasts were tantalizing. My gaze continued down to the bare space between her legs. She had her legs very close together and I was aware of the cool air conditioning in the room.
"Are you cold?" I asked. "Need something to put over.?
"No baby, I'm fine. ".
I checked the clock periodically. I almost felt like a pro. I was at the 30 minute mark, which should be a good amount of time to finish the rest of the massage. Finally, I retrieved some more oil and moved to the front of her shoulders and to her breasts.
I massaged around her breasts with expert hands. She let out a soft moan now and then as I did so. I could not tell if she was really enjoying it or if she was doing that for my benefit. I purposely did not touch her in any erotic way, but concentrated on giving her my complete care and attention. Still, I found that my breathing became a bit heavier as I moved my hands around her curves. Touching her beautiful breasts was having an effect on me whether I wanted it or not.
"Yes," she said, softly. "So good. ".
I moved down to her abdomen and massaged her belly and sides.
"Thank you for this, honey," she soothed. "You are doing this so good. ".
"You're welcome," I said. "I'm glad I can give you some time to relax. ".
I smiled and looked at her. Her eyelids were half-closed and her eyes shone beneath, looking at me in a sultry, sexy way. She was, indeed, very beautiful. But I could feel that she was not someone I could ever be involved with on a deeper level. I don't think it would ever work. Perhaps I could sense that she wasn't interested in me in that way, or perhaps I could sense that our personalities were not compatible. Whatever it was, I was in no danger of feeling more intimate with her.
I bent down and kissed her lightly on her belly button, which caused her a slight giggle. Then, I retrieved some more oil and moved on to her legs. It seemed to me that I was using a lot of oil, but her body soaked it in. I spent a few minutes on her legs and ankles. I noticed the bottom of her feet was quite dirty. I guessed that she walked around a lot without her shoes.
Another generous amount of oil and I was ready to move to the final area. I gently tugged at her inner thighs so she would know I wanted her legs to be open. She opened them and bent her knees so that the bottom of her feet faced one another. I began to rub her most inner thigh area which caused her to moan softly. I moved both hands down to the lower area and worked my way up, purposely avoiding the erogenous zone in the middle.
I swirled my hands and fingers around her like an artist painting a masterpiece. I rubbed my palm over the surface of her mound, noticing that she was more cleanly shaven than the last time I saw her. The valleys that led up to her mound from either side of her hips were unexpectedly inviting and seemed to beg for attention. I massaged her there and cumulated again around her mound. Her breathing became heavier, her moans more frequent.
"You're going to make me come, baby," she said.
This surprised me. I was hoping she would be aroused, but I wasn't working towards that goal. It is true, however, that the pubic mound is an often overlooked erogenous zone and quite capable of bringing a woman to orgasm if treated the right way. I continued the massage and suddenly I felt her body jump with a quick gasp. My immediate thought was that it was a faked orgasm. Probably she thought that it was the end result I was seeking and decided to give me that satisfaction.
I continued to gently rub her a little after that, but further away from her erogenous zones. I ended by bending down to the beautiful lips between her legs and barely touching her with a small kiss. Another soft giggle. She got up and continued to shower me with appreciation and told me again how relaxing my massage was.
It was surprising to me, but all through the massage, I never had the slightest thought of having sex with her. She was amazingly sexy. The sultry, shining eyes, her beautiful large breasts, that unbelievably beautiful area between her thighs. Even her voice had an alluring quality to it. But as sweet as she was, there was nothing between us.[/QUOTE]That was a heck of a story. I actually have an ATF that I always start the session by massaging her for about 15 minutes. However, it always turns into sex for the next 30-40 minutes. Not sure I could just massage her the whole time and not play.
Called ahead to make sure they weren't busy. She said they were not, so I let her know I was coming in. Got to the front door and it was locked. A while back they started locking the door and have a doorbell, thus partly why I called ahead. This is a busy multi unit strip with shared parking location, so if they don't answer the the doorbell quickly you end up standing outside on display feeling like a dipsh*t. I gave it a minute. Ring two. After ring two you start battling yourself, how bad do you want it? Stick it out while feeling every set of imaginary onlooker eyes burning through the back of your skull or bail. Another 30 seconds pass and I'm out of there.
I understand and can appreciate the security, especially if you have a client in session, but you better be on top of your game and ready to answer that door fast if you want customers to stick around and keep coming back. After calling ahead and still going through that, I know I probably won't be back for a while.
Does anyone know any place / provider that do Lingam massage.
Thanks for any info.
Is $60 the new standard? Last time I passed through this town it was $40. Tried to DM a few people on this forum but some have full boxes and others take forever to reply. Just curious, and seems overpriced for the quality of service.
[QUOTE=JHC2009;6078941]Is $60 the new standard? Last time I passed through this town it was $40. Tried to DM a few people on this forum but some have full boxes and others take forever to reply. [/QUOTE]Most people don't want to respond to trivial inquiries. And if a $20 dollar difference is a deal-breaker for some then they should look for a less expensive hobby like knitting.
[QUOTE=MotionLotion;6080009]Most people don't want to respond to trivial inquiries. And if a $20 dollar difference is a deal-breaker for some then they should look for a less expensive hobby like knitting.[/QUOTE]If I overpay for a mediocre massage and then have to barter like I'm at a flea market for the tip, knitting might actually be more gratifying, LOL.
[QUOTE=JHC2009;6080318]If I overpay for a mediocre massage and then have to barter like I'm at a flea market for the tip, knitting might actually be more gratifying, LOL.[/QUOTE]Exactly, it isn't the price is the service or lack there of that keeps me away.