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[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.
[QUOTE=BruceWane;3369037]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.
[/QUOTE]McKenzie is my choice if I head to hands. CMT trained, no draping, flirty, shows more skin. Still no extras.
YMMV (if it does, let me know).
[QUOTE=ILoveHjs2;3364084]*Is Downtown Massage still open? If so, anyone had any recent experiences they'd like to share?
*[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]My friend, you have been to the spot in the Backpage add. There is a typo in their add street address that makes it a mystery. Add 3 to the nil and you wind up just east of Starbucks with a moca.
Anyone checked this place out? Going tomorrow, just thought I'd see what everyone else thought.
[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/gorgeous-japanese-young-beautiful-masseuse-317-728-9661-free-bubble-bath/16149814[/URL]
[QUOTE=MayTag4040;3376159]Thanks, was it a nice or rathole area (eastside)? She seems to look too good for the pics to not be very popular.[/QUOTE]It's an older neighborhood on 10th around the corner from a popular ice cream place. I agree that if the pics are of her and she was legit she would be a very popular attraction.
[QUOTE=MayTag4040;3376159]Thanks, was it a nice or rathole area (eastside)? She seems to look too good for the pics to not be very popular.[/QUOTE]It's an older neighborhood on 10th around the corner from a popular ice cream place. I agree that if the pics are of her and she was legit she would be a very popular attraction.
[QUOTE=InFarmer;3376371]Anyone checked this place out? Going tomorrow, just thought I'd see what everyone else thought.
[URL]http://indianapolis.backpage.com/TherapeuticMassage/gorgeous-japanese-young-beautiful-masseuse-317-728-9661-free-bubble-bath/16149814[/URL][/QUOTE]If memory serves me correct from reading the forum, you might be in for some disappointment at this place.
So, checked out Main street yesterday. 7/10 young gal. Gave a comically bad massage. Very light on oil with lots of pushing, rather than rubbing. On the flip, she continued her spectacularly bad performance (despite being very sweet), then gravitated towards big Ed and the twins, once I placed her hand. Then things turned into a nice, slow, VERY enjoyable finish. Weird. I went for the hour, so I'd suggest saving yourself some grief and getting the half hour. I would have gotten her name, but I'm never on the side of town. I was o the way back from the airport and thought I'd partake.
Now to a place NO ONE talks about. Maybe I got lucky, but went to the place furthest southeast on the city. There were signs in the room admonishing to keep your underwear on, there will be no hanky panky, etc. Of course I ignored and that, but cover myself barely with a towel, as I was buck nekkid, since I was in unfamiliar territory. Gal was pretty attractive and young, once again (and gave this semi teasing massage without actually brushing against anything. On the flip, started doing upper legs as she suddenly sat on the table. I allowed that for a little bit then guided her hand. She smiled, went and got some more oil, then gave this torturous finish, in that she teased and teased the boys, while lightly touching Big Ed. By the time she gave him her full attention, I. Could. Not. Take it. Did I get lucky? I dunno. I haven't read any reports of success there. Definitely be back.
I had some extra time the other day, so I ventured down to National land mark. Really enjoyed Echo's medium to light rub down. She has a very nice body 8/10. Opted for the grand tour and I think she liked it too. Will repeat but I don't get out very often so I'm not sure I would be able to get the same tour guide.
Drove past while working the other day and saw that it is open again.
Anyone been back since?
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