Massage Parlor Reports

[Sticker]

Hi all,

Been doing this for a few years and have been kind of learning on my own through trial and error. I hope my experiences can help others. Been observing your the post and I am really loving this forum. This place is great, especially after rubmaps start to charge to view the info that we submitted for free. I digress.

Decided to finally sign up and contribute here. Not sure if I can keep up with Stickler, but will do my best. Any input is welcomed. I will share some past experiences and tips later. Right now I'm going to share my most current outing.

As a relatively new, but verbose, contributor, I echo DB's sentiments. Nice detail, StageFright.

I've yet to partake in the mysteries of Stanton, primarily because it appears through previous reports that rub & tub, perhaps with a table shower; perhaps with some add-on touchy feely and nursing; is the extent of the offerings. Once in a while that's fine for moi, but as I've recounted, my preference is the full she-bang with ample mutual snacking.

SF, you should have taken a deep breath and ventured forth into see&see in Anaheim. My feeling is that if a place has been busted in the past, like both they and their neighbors, United, have, but they're up and running again, they know how to play the game. I've been there twice in the past year and have enjoyed my time there immensely. Those experiences were prior to my taking the plunge as a forum contributor. One feline was more along the lines of my Golden Spa MILF that I reported on a couple of months ago. Mid-30's, slightly thicker but with milky skin. Ample Ccups, and a total GFE. Next time around was a mid-20's knockout, and although she allowed snacking, she was more mechanical. That said, I can still chub up just thinking about her 10 bod on which her special delights were highlighted by well-delineated tan lines. Both were Korean, but they do offer up Latin princesses as well.

Moving back to your experience, SF, if I hit up a place and mamasan, papasan, or thugasan is escorting me to a room where the walls don't hit the ceiling, or there's a window in the door, I do an about-face. I do appreciate my privacy. Also, don't worry about finding a towel to cover your southern soldier. It's not your fault if one's not provided and, in the unlikely scenario where a raid was unfolding, you can't get arrested for being nekkid and just telling LEO that you're there for a legit massage and nothing more. I don't even lie on my stomach starkers anymore. I just sit there in my birthday suit on the edge of the massage table facing the door with a semi, so when my provider comes to make my acquaintance, we're off to the races a bit sooner.

Good luck on your upcumming adventures. It's been my experience here that the Koreans provide the best full-on service, with some of the Latinas nearly equaling the GFE of their eastern sistas. Young Vietnamese, like the ones from the defunct Jo-Jie or at Bedazzled, can be gorgeous, but they usually charge more without the GFE.

Three of my ATFs were a hapa Korean-Japanese, which seems to be the perfect combo of looks and natural-born horniness. My theory is that if a Japanese and a Korean hooked up, two cultures with a history of profound animosity, there must have been some major sparks when baby girl was created, providing the future little AMP employee with a little extra fire in her DNA. But I haven't run across one of those in ages.

If you're interested in taking one for the team, SF, I suggest focusing your attention on Garden Grove and Anaheim, if you're sticking with OC, and maybe see if there are any promising Grand Openings that are not just repackaged places that have been here for years. Cross referencing their addresses on Rubmaps will confirm whether or not that is the case.

And if you cum across a hot JapaKorean and share the joy, I owe you one.

[Dildo Baggens]

Welcome Brother!

You just earned a golden hall pass! Never shall you have to put up with Those machinations again! Great effort for your first rant. Your musings should be show cased for all the newbies that wish to attain knowledge of the mongers rut.

Thanks for your story.

D. Baggens.

Hi all,

Been doing this for a few years and have been kind of learning on my own through trial and error. I hope my experiences can help others. Been observing your the post and I am really loving this forum. This place is great, especially after rubmaps start to charge to view the info that we submitted for free. I digress.
,

Decided to finally sign up and contribute here. Not sure if I can keep up with Stickler, but will do my best. Any input is welcomed. I will share some past experiences and tips later. Right now I'm going to share my most current outing.

So I had the day off yesterday and was in the mood for some special attention. Decided to head out around lunch time to the west OC (Anaheim, GG, Stanton, etc). That is best for me since I'm in east LBC. Can take streets or freeway from here and never takes more than 15 - 20 minutes travel. Getting ready to head to my usual place and thought what the hell, lets cruise and see if there is anything fresh out there. Drove by Harmony, dark. Not sure what is going on there. Saw Bedazzled across the street. Believe or not, I always thought it was a bead / craft store, ha ha. Haven't been, but was looking for something a little more GFE, and from the reviews it sounds to in and out. Drove by see&see, but still don't have the guts since the big publicity stunt of a bust about a year ago. Oh well, back to Beach Blvd. To my regular place.

I pull in the parking lot for Lovely (Beach, north of Cerritos, strip mall). The gals are real nice here, but that's for another post. I park and happen to be facing away from Lovely. I see the other three newer places and thought, "Maybe? There is Red Spa, Purple Rain, and Grace on the end. I remember bad reviews some where about Grace. Flipping through my phone and can't come up with much for RED or Purple. I saw a couple of reviews from some where else that said Purple had young energizer bunny types and thought that should be fun (probably their own review looking back). I also see the sign that says "Free Table Shower" at Purple. I thought since I have never had the chance to partake in a table shower that might be the something new I'm looking for. I get out, out of habit I almost went to Lovely. Should have trusted that instinct.

I walk up to the front door Purple Rain and there is this young Asian guy, thug wannabe, outside. Probably a nephew or boyfriend, whatever. I walk in and he comes in behind me then goes behind the counter, I almost laughed. He says "What do you want?" I say "1 hour" and drop the $60 on the counter. I figured hour would be good for the table shower and play time, I hate being rushed.

He lets me in and points to my room, and I tell him I'm hitting the restroom first. It's a habit of mine, better then having to go and get up in the middle of it all, plus I smoke so I like to wash my hands first. Just the polite thing to do. It is so dark near the restroom that I have to feel my way for the switch and such, but could have been my eyes adjusting too. Finish up and head to my room, place seems vacant, weird. From what I can see there are three massage rooms, restroom and reception. That is all, no table shower area insight. There is one back door, figured this is where the girls are at because I haven't seen one yet and maybe the table shower. Close the door, room looks nice. That is a little promising. Start to disrobe and notice there are only towels covering the table, not an extra one for me, strange. Now there is a rule if you all don't know, that the patron must have a towel on. That is kind of a defining point for LE. I know it gets tossed off, but it is still usually there. I see a rack of towel, assuming it is for the shower, but I grab one anyway. As I climb on the table I notice the walls for the room stop about two or three feet from the ceiling, hmmm, have to keep the noise down I think to myself.

I'm laying there on my stomach waiting and I hear the door open. I look over my shoulder and an average twenty something gal enters. Not bad, but nothing to turn heads either. After three times I can finally make out her name is Vicky. Thick accent and voice sounds like she might be deaf a bit, no matter. She does the usual, where do you work, where you from, etc. She starts to poke and pinch like she is checking to see if I am a piece of ripe produce and think to myself, it's one of those massages. Usually means the extras are good, usually. I'm laying there and start to think, where's my shower? Maybe after? We'll see. Then after three to four minutes she asks "What do you want? I tell her "Everything". Then I get the we don't do that, but she will give me a HJ for $60, okay, a little high but what the hell, when you try something new you have to be willing to gamble a bit. She tells me to flip and yanks the towel. Mind you, we have been going now no more than four or five minutes.

She starts to play with my junk, but it is nowhere ready. I like a little tease, tickle and show. Then she walks to the shelf then out the door. I'm thinking what the hell. Not only did she just leave, but left me there butt ass naked with the door open. I grab for a towel, but she comes back with a wash cloth. She begins to clean my junk, lot of work for a HJ. Then out again, door open, birthday suit, HELLO? In again. Out again. In again. Out again. I'm about to just grab my clothes when she comes back with a small bottle of lotion, never mind the Costco size jug of oil on the shelf. I'm confused and about to laugh at the lack of common sense and organization. She closes and locks the door. She starts to rub and oil me up, but with all the commotion and the cold draft from the door, my little guy isn't really in the mood yet. She gives me a look like I'm the one ruining the moment, really? I let her try her thing (I'm not really the type to walk out. I see it through good or bad). She tells me I can touch, since it is obvious that her fingers are not as magical as she thought. I do, but with jeans on it really is no treat and she was not going to part with them. I close my eyes, clear my mind, and try to make the best of it. She then starts to rub my chest and make that cooing sound, better. I finally get a bit of blood flowing because this is going to happen one way or another. I start to think of backpage ads and pornos, anything to make this happen. I'm going to get something out of my money. I get close and tell her so, but she looks confused. I flat out tell her I'm going to see*m, not really caring who hears. She gives me a blank look, but goes faster. Then I blow. She makes no attempt to aim, shield, catch, etc. It is all over me, her, the table, and the floor. Just missing my clothes on the chair. Oh well, I warned her.

She walks out again, leaving me there with the door open and covered in my aftermath. Damn girl, really! As I hear water running from her cleaning herself off, I grab a towel and start to clean myself up. Then she comes in with a COLD wash cloth and gives me a quick wipe once or twice across the boys, then asks if I want water to drink. That's it? I say no thank you and grab my stuff, realizing its only been about twenty minutes, but felt like a tortuous lifetime. I get dressed, throw her cash on the table, then head up front to see about getting some of my room money back for the hour. I get to the front and stand right next to the thug, on the backside of the counter, waiting for him to get off the phone. The same one that I was able to hear him talking with his "Homies" the whole time I was in the room. He ignores me. Really? WTF! I'm tempted to smash his phone and punch him in the neck. Ugh! Sometimes I wish I could be that up front and confrontational. I'm not really that way, just imagining what I wanted to do. I unlock the door myself and just go. Thought of walking over to Lovely, but was in to bad of a mood and $120 lighter on funds. I decide to just head home and have shower and a beer and cool off.

Afterwards, I started to think that this was maybe a brother and sister or boyfriend and girlfriend trying to milk us guys for what they can. Some kind of game going on here. Who knows.

I know that this is always a gamble. Hopefully my lose is your gain. Usually I find if it is a bad massage then the extras are better or the other way around. This was all around bad.

Avoid it like the plague! Just the lack of common curtsy is enough to keep me away, but I felt I was ripped off to boot. I mean, if your going to rip me off, at least make me think I enjoyed it and say thank you.

Feel free to critique, agree, disagree..Any suggestions I will try to correct on my next post.

May venture out again today if the funds and time allow. I like trying new places, so if you need a report, let me know which place. I don't mind being the guinea pig. I'll try to add to my list. There are just so many places and so little funds. Ha ha.

P.S. If you know of a place that has a good shower or jacuzzi experience for someone that has never tried, let me know. Also, looking for a good two girl experience. Every time I tried, one leaves when it is time for extras.

[StageFright70]

I just realized my last report was a bit long winded. Sorry.

[StageFright70]

Hi all,

Been doing this for a few years and have been kind of learning on my own through trial and error. I hope my experiences can help others. Been observing your the post and I am really loving this forum. This place is great, especially after rubmaps start to charge to view the info that we submitted for free. I digress.

Decided to finally sign up and contribute here. Not sure if I can keep up with Stickler, but will do my best. Any input is welcomed. I will share some past experiences and tips later. Right now I'm going to share my most current outing.

So I had the day off yesterday and was in the mood for some special attention. Decided to head out around lunch time to the west OC (Anaheim, GG, Stanton, etc). That is best for me since I'm in east LBC. Can take streets or freeway from here and never takes more than 15 - 20 minutes travel. Getting ready to head to my usual place and thought what the hell, lets cruise and see if there is anything fresh out there. Drove by Harmony, dark. Not sure what is going on there. Saw Bedazzled across the street. Believe or not, I always thought it was a bead / craft store, ha ha. Haven't been, but was looking for something a little more GFE, and from the reviews it sounds to in and out. Drove by see&see, but still don't have the guts since the big publicity stunt of a bust about a year ago. Oh well, back to Beach Blvd. To my regular place.

I pull in the parking lot for Lovely (Beach, north of Cerritos, strip mall). The gals are real nice here, but that's for another post. I park and happen to be facing away from Lovely. I see the other three newer places and thought, "Maybe? There is Red Spa, Purple Rain, and Grace on the end. I remember bad reviews some where about Grace. Flipping through my phone and can't come up with much for RED or Purple. I saw a couple of reviews from some where else that said Purple had young energizer bunny types and thought that should be fun (probably their own review looking back). I also see the sign that says "Free Table Shower" at Purple. I thought since I have never had the chance to partake in a table shower that might be the something new I'm looking for. I get out, out of habit I almost went to Lovely. Should have trusted that instinct.

I walk up to the front door Purple Rain and there is this young Asian guy, thug wannabe, outside. Probably a nephew or boyfriend, whatever. I walk in and he comes in behind me then goes behind the counter, I almost laughed. He says "What do you want?" I say "1 hour" and drop the $60 on the counter. I figured hour would be good for the table shower and play time, I hate being rushed.

He lets me in and points to my room, and I tell him I'm hitting the restroom first. It's a habit of mine, better then having to go and get up in the middle of it all, plus I smoke so I like to wash my hands first. Just the polite thing to do. It is so dark near the restroom that I have to feel my way for the switch and such, but could have been my eyes adjusting too. Finish up and head to my room, place seems vacant, weird. From what I can see there are three massage rooms, restroom and reception. That is all, no table shower area insight. There is one back door, figured this is where the girls are at because I haven't seen one yet and maybe the table shower. Close the door, room looks nice. That is a little promising. Start to disrobe and notice there are only towels covering the table, not an extra one for me, strange. Now there is a rule if you all don't know, that the patron must have a towel on. That is kind of a defining point for LE. I know it gets tossed off, but it is still usually there. I see a rack of towel, assuming it is for the shower, but I grab one anyway. As I climb on the table I notice the walls for the room stop about two or three feet from the ceiling, hmmm, have to keep the noise down I think to myself.

I'm laying there on my stomach waiting and I hear the door open. I look over my shoulder and an average twenty something gal enters. Not bad, but nothing to turn heads either. After three times I can finally make out her name is Vicky. Thick accent and voice sounds like she might be deaf a bit, no matter. She does the usual, where do you work, where you from, etc. She starts to poke and pinch like she is checking to see if I am a piece of ripe produce and think to myself, it's one of those massages. Usually means the extras are good, usually. I'm laying there and start to think, where's my shower? Maybe after? We'll see. Then after three to four minutes she asks "What do you want? I tell her "Everything". Then I get the we don't do that, but she will give me a HJ for $60, okay, a little high but what the hell, when you try something new you have to be willing to gamble a bit. She tells me to flip and yanks the towel. Mind you, we have been going now no more than four or five minutes.

She starts to play with my junk, but it is nowhere ready. I like a little tease, tickle and show. Then she walks to the shelf then out the door. I'm thinking what the hell. Not only did she just leave, but left me there butt ass naked with the door open. I grab for a towel, but she comes back with a wash cloth. She begins to clean my junk, lot of work for a HJ. Then out again, door open, birthday suit, HELLO? In again. Out again. In again. Out again. I'm about to just grab my clothes when she comes back with a small bottle of lotion, never mind the Costco size jug of oil on the shelf. I'm confused and about to laugh at the lack of common sense and organization. She closes and locks the door. She starts to rub and oil me up, but with all the commotion and the cold draft from the door, my little guy isn't really in the mood yet. She gives me a look like I'm the one ruining the moment, really? I let her try her thing (I'm not really the type to walk out. I see it through good or bad). She tells me I can touch, since it is obvious that her fingers are not as magical as she thought. I do, but with jeans on it really is no treat and she was not going to part with them. I close my eyes, clear my mind, and try to make the best of it. She then starts to rub my chest and make that cooing sound, better. I finally get a bit of blood flowing because this is going to happen one way or another. I start to think of backpage ads and pornos, anything to make this happen. I'm going to get something out of my money. I get close and tell her so, but she looks confused. I flat out tell her I'm going to see*m, not really caring who hears. She gives me a blank look, but goes faster. Then I blow. She makes no attempt to aim, shield, catch, etc. It is all over me, her, the table, and the floor. Just missing my clothes on the chair. Oh well, I warned her.

She walks out again, leaving me there with the door open and covered in my aftermath. Damn girl, really! As I hear water running from her cleaning herself off, I grab a towel and start to clean myself up. Then she comes in with a COLD wash cloth and gives me a quick wipe once or twice across the boys, then asks if I want water to drink. That's it? I say no thank you and grab my stuff, realizing its only been about twenty minutes, but felt like a tortuous lifetime. I get dressed, throw her cash on the table, then head up front to see about getting some of my room money back for the hour. I get to the front and stand right next to the thug, on the backside of the counter, waiting for him to get off the phone. The same one that I was able to hear him talking with his "Homies" the whole time I was in the room. He ignores me. Really? WTF! I'm tempted to smash his phone and punch him in the neck. Ugh! Sometimes I wish I could be that up front and confrontational. I'm not really that way, just imagining what I wanted to do. I unlock the door myself and just go. Thought of walking over to Lovely, but was in to bad of a mood and $120 lighter on funds. I decide to just head home and have shower and a beer and cool off.

Afterwards, I started to think that this was maybe a brother and sister or boyfriend and girlfriend trying to milk us guys for what they can. Some kind of game going on here. Who knows.

I know that this is always a gamble. Hopefully my lose is your gain. Usually I find if it is a bad massage then the extras are better or the other way around. This was all around bad.

Avoid it like the plague! Just the lack of common curtsy is enough to keep me away, but I felt I was ripped off to boot. I mean, if your going to rip me off, at least make me think I enjoyed it and say thank you.

Feel free to critique, agree, disagree..Any suggestions I will try to correct on my next post.

May venture out again today if the funds and time allow. I like trying new places, so if you need a report, let me know which place. I don't mind being the guinea pig. I'll try to add to my list. There are just so many places and so little funds. Ha ha.

P.S. If you know of a place that has a good shower or jacuzzi experience for someone that has never tried, let me know. Also, looking for a good two girl experience. Every time I tried, one leaves when it is time for extras.

[TheJunior]

I always hate being the one just asking for info, and not providing, but I am in town for a conference (specifically staying at Marriott Courtyard Foothills) and could use a good sensual massage. I tried the Angel Massage place in the parking lot here and it was strictly legit (although she seemed to hint to come back again but I don't want to spend another $40 to be relaxed, but excited and no HE).

Can anybody recommend a nice place for a nice massage with teasing and HE or even a nice outcall that I could call? Thanks. I can provide information on places in the Detroit if that is of any interest. And I would even offer up a report on whatever is recommended.

Thanks,

T-J

[Sticker]

Stickler, you are a good writer. Thanks for sharing your adventures.

Thanks, OCT. With some of these girls so adept at spreading legs and joy, I am duty bound to pay it forward.

[Member #2157]

Stopped by at opening time on Saturday, and caught Wendy walking in with her morning coffee A full figured girl, not fat, but not a spinner, I like, nice boobs no complaint. Took a few minutes to get organized, and I start with table shower. Nice action, then I hear chattering in Viet with her and another girl. And for about a minute I am getting 4 hands on the table shower ( I am lying face down at this point). The its two hands and they switched to Christine.

I know enough not to ask why, as she is a spinner. Dries me off a little, go to room and a solid B massage, nice teasing, no mention of tip and very nice finish. Felt under her shrit and they are nice and soft.

Left her 50 no complaint.

One thing I liked was when I came in I gave 60 for the 50 massage, and with all the switch aand confusion at the start I thought it might have been lost. Nope, when I was getting dressed dhe handed me my change, might have been in the room all along. I appreciate the honesty, and good attitudes.They deserve our business.

In that area are a million places for bad FS at high Viet prices, so its nice to find a good HJ place, fun and honest.[/QUOTE]

So I'm always on the lookout for a place with good Prostate play.

Wendy: Does play a bit down there but nails are too long, however she does try hard and with the Table shower usually gets me to pop twice in an hour, not many can do that.

Yes, Christine is younger and hotter and her massage is a bit better, but a strict one pop and no attempt at prostate play.

Other than Eda at Fairview, any other good ones out there ?

[OCTatts]

Stickler, you are a good writer. Thanks for sharing your adventures.

[Sticker]

"As I walked out the door I knew that it wouldn't be long before I have to venture out for more dessert."

With my temporary bachelorhood still underway, Sunday morning held auspicious beginnings. Despite feeling a bit sapped from having celebrated my previous evening's dalliances with a couple extra Martinis, when my sordid soldier pup-tented me awake at dawn, the day's course was set.

Just to prove to myself that a mild hangover couldn't keep me or my boys down, I hit the community pool and blasted out my perfunctory 1600 meters, followed by light breakfast, followed by a visit to my favorite Chinese legit massage place in Huntington Beach. I've already detailed my regular therapist's body working skills in an earlier diatribe, so suffice it to say that she works out all kinks, whether manifested by extra time at the gym or at the bar. But with only curtains separating us from others, it's bound to stay legit.

That said, she always ends with massaging my upper thighs, with the towel just covering my trifecta, so as she bids me adieu, said towel is doing its best pyramid impression.

Heading out onto Beach Blvd. With a depleted wallet but semi-inflated 501's, I was track-beamed to an ATM, where I replenished and continued east to Garden-of-Eden Grove. Knowing that Golden Day Massage would be my fail-safe option, I first stopped by Rose Island, since there's a girl there who I cannot purge from my gray matter.

Mimi has told me she's 22 on one occasion, 20 on another. Either way, or somewhere below or above, she is one fresh Vietnamese flower who I've yet to sample. Twice before, as she entered my massage room, I've greeted her with an age-defying rod that I can only attribute to crazy cardio and a crazier cranium. And on both occasions, after running her post-adolescent fingers over my salacious soldier and allowing me to pull up her top to briefly introduce my lips to her cherries, she clarified that CBJ would be the maximum extent of her kindness.

So twice I've declined, because with something that fresh, I just can't leave it at that. However, since it had been a good two months since my second Mimi visit, I thought perhaps she has been seasoned to the point where more might be on the menu. The courtesan who opened the little window after hearing me enter the foyer was scarily reminiscent of the GILFs I'the had been forced to gaze upon yesterday, with more lines than a David Letterman monologue. So straight to the point, I asked if Mimi was available. She oddly hesitated, but then said yes, took my $40 and led me to the same room I've been led to on previous occasions.

I get starkers and cross my finger, toes, balls; whatever it takes to get Mimi to come in and offer me her full buffet. But then I hear Madame GILF on her cell outside my door chattering away, and despite the fact that the only Vietnamese I know relates to consumables, I can tell by her voice inflections that she's doing her level best to make a pitch. Two minutes later she walks in and tells me that Mimi is off on Sunday and she couldn't convince her to come in. Fascinating, because the little trollop must live in one of the nearby shantys. Grandma makes a feeble attempt to keep me there, offering to take care of me. Sorry, but I won't be ready for hospice care for some time to come.

Okay, enough's enough, and I know I don't want to spend any more time chasing rainbows, so I drive a couple of miles to my new standby, Golden Day Massage. Since it had only been 18 hours since my previous adventure, mamasan not only recognized me, she escorted me to the room with her hand on my ass. Yeah, she's a GILF, too, but it was all in good fun. When she told me she had a really good Korean girl for me, I wanted to believe her.

Got nekkid, got chubbed, in walked June, and I am a believer. June, probably in her mid-20's, has an 8 face but an 11 bod in my discerning book. 5'6", thin with curves, perfect be-Ccups anointed with quarter-sized pink, yes pink, areoles and delicious nips. Mix these in with a tiny waist flowing to a small-but-curvaceous bottom set atop long legs and pretty feet. Okay, I'm smitten. Oh yeah, I failed to mention that she has flawless skin without a tat or a bruise on her. Convinced?

But nothing's ever perfect, right? That perfect balance of beauty and everything's-on-the-menu service, right? So yeah, I never traded tongues with her, and FIV was not endorsed, but snacking was. I was her first customer of the day, and she was fresher than a Daisy. That frisky little biscuit was anatomically symmetrical and delightful. A dusting of manicured pubes above the palace gates, and then pink perfection.

So I made up for the lack of initial mouth kissing with kissing, licking, sucking and loving her Netherlands for a good 15 minutes. I just couldn't get enough, and neither could she. Honestly, I almost came eating her, because she was that delicious. As was her response. She worked her nips while I used my hands above and outside her nani, with my mouth inhaling her. My original goal was to make her O before putting my divining rod to use, but after she demonstrated three discernable achievements, and nearly drowning me, I slowly eased up and climbed aboard.

There's something about doing the Posturepedic polka with such unblemished beauty that revitalizes lost youth and reinvigorates one's future. Okay, okay, I'm over the top now, but when I was dancing in June, it was almost surreal. I performed similar moves as I had the previous evening with Daisy, but with June it was transcendent. At one point in mish, as I gazed down upon her with her mouth open and eyes rolled back, I clenched her lower lip in my mouth, and she forgot her rules.

When I had her on all fours, I marveled at how even her rear entrance had been sprinkled with fairy dust. I may be strong, but I need to work on my flexibility, otherwise my tongue would have been working that perfect aperture while I plummeted onward.

Honestly, I don't know how I lasted as long as I did, for she has the kind of body that can almost make me cum by gazing at it. But I suppose that my brain and my soldier coordinated their efforts dutifully in order to prolong a very good thing.

After making a rather pronounced donation into the hat, sweet June had to good sense to hold me inside her for several minutes afterwards, softly breathing and giggling. Too fun. Then she had me lie down face up, cleaned me up with the towel, kissed me, dressed and left the room. She returned with a tray that included a hot towel, mouthwash and water, which she ministered to me one at a time.

Before leaving we made small talk, and she told me she lives in L.A. And only works here on Sundays. I asked her if she works at other AMPs, but she said this is it. So I said, "What do you do the rest of the week," to which she coyly replied, "I do other things.".

I rarely see a provider more than once, because I do embrace variety, but I've been known to make exceptions.

[Sticker]

After putting my co-habitating MILF on a plane, the opportunity presented itself for internal investigations. Prior to providing her with LAX chauffeur service, I cross-referenced backpage and rubmaps, and I found a place in Torrance that looked promising, Carson Chiropractic. Easy to find, all the good indicators and a table shower to boot.

Mamasan was very polite and agreed to send her two available girls by my room for a once-over. Following a delicate tap on the door, I was greeted by a so-so Korean MILF, who called herself "Chanel." Seriously, ladies, if, even with your plaster-of-Paris make-up, clingy mini-dress and stripper heals, you still look ho-hum, just give yourself a normal MP name like Coco, Tina, Amy and the like. With a name like Chanel, Million or even Paris, your gorgeousness factor should live up to your appellation. But I digress.

Another tap on the door and another disappointment. This time a Latina in her late 20's who had been putting her gratuities to good use at the cafeteria. Each thunderous thigh was nearly as thick as both of mine combined. And I work out. Now I know that some of you boys like your Latinas on the thick side, but this señorita looked more like a double-beef burrito than a tasty pink taco, so I passed on both of them, and mamasan refunded my money, suggesting I review the new crop tomorrow. Pass.

Rather than take the 405 straight back home, I took the side streets, hoping that another promising spot would appear in a spotty side of town. Lo and behold, as I rounded the corner onto PCH, I felt the magnetic pull of a place called Sun Acupressure appear before me in a dilapidated strip mall adorned with sketchy businesses and clientele. I had not done any intel on Sun, but I thought what the hell, it doesn't hurt to take a look. But actually, it did hurt to look, because the two fillies who were presented before me were GILFs, rather than MILFs, and had they been documented, would soon be ready for their first Social Security checks.

Having had less-than-stellar experiences with a few older parlor putas in the past, I had already decided that, thenceforth, I would not shell out my hard-on-earned cash for any female who was not as good looking as my live-in MILF (and she is pretty) nor as old (and she's a decade and a half my junior).

Not wishing to call it a wash, I zoomed down the freeway, cutting on to the 22 straight back to Golden Day Massage in Garden Grove, the site of my last really nice experience. Mamasan didn't remember me, but since I had given her my "pin" last time (made-up digits for the last four of my phone number), once she located me in her big black book, she was all smiles. She only had one girl available, but she described her as a pretty and new Latina, so I acquiesced.

I climbed into my birthday suit and sat on the edge of the massage table, chubbing up for the occasion. This time, when the door opened, no hasty retreat was needed. While not spectacular, she was indeed pretty, and she introduced herself as "Daisy" while immediately cradling my circular companions in the palm of her left hand, while her right hand made acquaintances with my stiff soldier. She said she was lonely and was glad I was there, so I told her that I had driven a long way to see her. To keep things light, I asked her if she had ever heard of the movie, "Driving Miss Daisy," to which she responded, "No, baby, but you're going to drive me tonight, right!" Right indeed.

As her clothing evaporated, I saw that she wasn't quite as firm as she had appeared in her leopard-print stretchy dress, but she still kept my attention. Her natural Bcups had just a little sag, but were outfitted with very responsive nipples, and she had long legs topped with a nicely represented Latina apple bottom. Her pink taco sported a little feathering over the top but was freshly shaved in the important places. So imagine this taco slurper's disappointment when she denied me my feast. "No pussy eating, baby." I responded back that I hadn't been denied that treat on my previous visit with her co-worker, and added how I would guarantee her satisfaction. Although she finally agreed to let me give her pink pearl a couple of quick kisses, she pulled away when she felt me going for the gusto. Bummer.

Well, at least she made up for it with an enthusiastic, albeit covered, BJ. Good tongue skills on the BLS, too. Weird thing was, while she was fellating me, she was fine with me working her clit as well as allowing FIV. So finger insertion was fine, but not tongue. Usually it's the other way around.

When it was time to mount up, she grabbed for the lube but then dropped it, saying she was already wet enough. Okay, she was winning me back.

Starting with some slow, balls-deep mish for about five minutes, with light lip-to-lip kisses but no lfk, I segued into popping her feet up on my shoulders so I could have some jackhammer fun. That helped her vocalize nicely, and she also made good use of watching herself getting pounded in the adjacent mirror. After this intense ab workout, coupled with the fact that I could feel things bubbling up, I switched her over to poochie-style to enjoy the view.

Had a little fun with circling my digits around her starfish while my soldier enjoyed the tight warmth. Who knows, maybe I could have popped a thumb right on in, as she wasn't indicating resistance. But as I increased tempo, I needed to grab two handfuls of that round nalga while I hyper-humped her to a nicely explosive conclusion.

Daisy is sweet, and if you're not into DATY, she's definitely a good option. At Golden Day, the girls don't ask for their gift up front, and they are happy with an even hundred.

I, however, don't feel completely satisfied if I haven't had the opportunity to put my tongue-lashing skills to work during the act, so as I walked out the door I knew that it wouldn't be long before I have to venture out for more dessert.

[OCJoker]

So in between some old favorites in Lag Hills and Lake Forest, I decided to try another new spot in RSM. This place opened recently by the Post Office. They were running a $40/ hr special so I thought I'd try it out. It's a combination type place with private rooms as well as more public areas with recliners for foot massage and clothed massage (not the best sign). I asked if they had a shower and they did not (also not a great sign). So after I went in and got nekkid I lay down on the table and waited without the towel coverup. My girl came in and she was about a 7 or so, good body but needs some teeth work. She got busy and did put a little towel over the privates. She gave a very good massage using her elbows and knees by getting up on the table between my legs. This was a good sign I thought. She massaged just about everywhere and came very near Jr. And his friends while never touching them. I was able to roam about the mid leg section and once roamed up to her ass with no protest (another good sign). During the turn and at other times I know she saw my stiffy but, alas it was not to be. She finally was done and said "all done". At this point I was beyond diplomacy and pulled my hot rod out and asked "what about this?" She just giggled and said "No no, don't do that". And with that I was done. She got me a cup of water and waited until I was dressed before coming back in. The massage was very good so I tipped her .1 and out the door I went. Very good massage and next time I'll just be ready for a good massage and won't get my hopes up. It seems that RSM has all the places scared legit.

[SaltyDog]

What! Hou's is still around. That was my first massage parlor experience way back in 2000 or so.

That reminds me of another place near Garfield and Firestone. Le Sun or something like that.

If I recall it was across street in that big shopping plaza. Yes those were 2 nice places to go. But Firestone was a hassle to drive on like being ing Tijuana and avoiding that damn freeway on ramp. Nice Korean places. I thInot that place had a small weird window looking into room.

You ever go to Olympic & Figueroa where there was 20 Latina / Central America hookers standing in front of that motel? Where did all those Latinas go?

[BruceBanner]

I stick remember driving down that alley and making that left turn into lot, security never bothered anyone. Going in and making a left walking down hallway left side had a big room I always asked for. One of Latinas would go ans smoke out before anyone heard the term 420.

They're now in ELA off Atlantic / Pomona.

What! Hou's is still around. That was my first massage parlor experience way back in 2000 or so.

That reminds me of another place near Garfield and Firestone. Le Sun or something like that.

[Stockholm]

I still remember driving down that alley and making that left turn into lot, security never bothered anyone. Going in and making a left walking down hallway left side had a big room I always asked for. One of Latinas would go ans smoke out before anyone heard the term 420.

They're now in ELA off Atlantic / Pomona.

Hehe. Glad somebody remembers the pleasures that were had at Hou Acupressure and Ginza Acupressure next door. There were some hot latina's and K girls back then. The weird thing is that was pre-internet. . . The only game in town was OC Register Classified (in the automobile section) . There was a hot Columbian chick with huge dark nipples (and a see section scar) and some others who gave awesome BBBJCIM. Now, we can just remain in OC because there are tons of places, but does it seem service in general was better back then?

[SaltyDog]

I think the bald guy was probably the PPS. Its weird sometimes to see a guy handle the front office, but I have seen a lot of younger as well as older dudes running these places or having partnering interest. You probably had nothing to worry about. You were not doing anything wrong. But of course always trust your gut feelings.

I remember many years ago being too stoned, getting cold feet and seeing something weird and walking away. I went to Southgate, Hou Acupressure and as I walked in, I saw a mustached dude in a blued uniform with a badge and a Sam Browne belt and a .45 . I just said "oops wrong door" and walked away because I was paranoid. It turns out the guy was just the security guard on the night shift. If I was in the same situation, I would walk in and get a business card and inquire and rates.

I stick remember driving down that alley and making that left turn into lot, security never bothered anyone. Going in and making a left walking down hallway left side had a big room I always asked for. One of Latinas would go ans smoke out before anyone heard the term 420.

They're now in ELA off Atlantic / Pomona.