Massage Parlor Reports

[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.

[StuDoctor]

Was in LF on Lambert Street. Boy, there are a boat load of spas in a 1/4 mile radius, perhaps 10 or more. Stumbled upon a place. It's a small two room spa with bathroom w / o shower. One room occupied and was greeted by 35-40 year old Asian lady. Fairly attractive maybe 10 pounds to heavy. Perhaps it was me, or probably it was a quiet day in shop and provider was bored, but I got a nice hug and rub in lobby. Was taken to room and very little pretense of a massage. Had a nice time with her. Haven't experienced this before in this area. With all the competition in area probably good for us mongers. Only been to a few places in this area but wondering if this is now becoming the norm.

[AstroSlide]

If you look up info about Melody Spa you will find a mixed bag. But one thing I will say is that there are some incredibly beautiful girls working there. There is more than 1 girl there is absolutely gorgeous. Since they are a bit younger, maybe cautious since they have one foot out the door in this business, your mileage may vary. They seem to be mostly in their 20's, although like most shops they also have mature gals. But overall, they speak good English (they are probably college students) and service may be limited to just massage & rub, although many get the whole enchilada if trust is gained as a regular customer. I would say it is very rewarding to get acquainted with this store. However, it will certainly be an investment of time & money to be sure.

[SporadicMonger]

So after reading many post about this place I decided to try this place out.

I called ahead spoke to the mms asked if there are any specials she quoted me $40/40 minutes I agreed and told her I would arrive shortly.

I parked near by to scope the place out from the outside I imagined this place must be a dump. I felt a little suspicious about the place after seeing what looked to be your standard meat head security guard so I cruised around back saw a couple of Benz and figured everything was good.

So went inside and saw the place was actually very well maintained and clean.

I rang the bell and the mms came to the window who was what I'm assuming a vgirl in her late 20's early 30's with big bolt ons wearing a tight fitting lacy black blosse and long black skirt.

I told her I had called earlier and she said yea yea $40/40 min so I handed her the 40 she opened up the door let me in and took me to one of the middle rooms.

She then told me to get comfortable and she walked out I got fully undressed and laid flat. I figured another girl would come in but same girl came in she then proceeded to rub my inner thigh as we made conversation she the directed me to turn over and asked if I wanted a HJ or BJ I told her I only had another 40 she said I'll give you BJ I said ok and gave her the 40 she stroked and got me ready as she placed my hands on her double Ds she put on the jimmy hat and went to work very sensual and caring this woman is with her technique I didn't pop for a good 15 minutes as I could see she was getting tired she asked me to stand up she got on her knees and went add it for another 15 minutes finally I popped.

She cleaned me up I told her she was very nice and funny and I tipped her another 40.

She said I was very sweet and told me that she doesn't boom boom but other girls very pretty girls boom boom for 140 sometimes 120 and some will try to tell me 160 but to say no and counter with 140 which from what I have seen is the standard all and all great experience met a new friend and got some insight total damage $120.

Fresh.

Glad you had a good time. I hit this place up about a month ago and to paraphrase Cocktail, it was and "assembly line hump". Had to tip up front ($140 plus the door) and it was a light tease, flip over, direct to cowboy and done and have a nice evening.

Be careful out there.

[FreshNEasy]

I'm not to familiar with MPs so I don't know what's exactly standard other from what I read on this site but it seemed that we clicked when we first spoke lots of flirting and joking so that might be a possibility of why the rate was lower then usual I'll be trying out another place soon on brookhurst and orange I believe near the stater bros and in and out burger.

Nice report! $40 for a CBJ from a Vgirl that's unusual.

Baggens.

[Dildo Baggens]

Nice report! $40 for a CBJ from a Vgirl that's unusual.

Baggens.

So after reading many post about this place I decided to try this place out.

I called ahead spoke to the mms asked if there are any specials she quoted me $40/40 minutes I agreed and told her I would arrive shortly.

I parked near by to scope the place out from the outside I imagined this place must be a dump. I felt a little suspicious about the place after seeing what looked to be your standard meat head security guard so I cruised around back saw a couple of Benz and figured everything was good.

So went inside and saw the place was actually very well maintained and clean.

I rang the bell and the mms came to the window who was what I'm assuming a vgirl in her late 20's early 30's with big bolt ons wearing a tight fitting lacy black blosse and long black skirt.

I told her I had called earlier and she said yea yea $40/40 min so I handed her the 40 she opened up the door let me in and took me to one of the middle rooms.

She then told me to get comfortable and she walked out I got fully undressed and laid flat. I figured another girl would come in but same girl came in she then proceeded to rub my inner thigh as we made conversation she the directed me to turn over and asked if I wanted a HJ or BJ I told her I only had another 40 she said I'll give you BJ I said ok and gave her the 40 she stroked and got me ready as she placed my hands on her double Ds she put on the jimmy hat and went to work very sensual and caring this woman is with her technique I didn't pop for a good 15 minutes as I could see she was getting tired she asked me to stand up she got on her knees and went add it for another 15 minutes finally I popped.

She cleaned me up I told her she was very nice and funny and I tipped her another 40.

She said I was very sweet and told me that she doesn't boom boom but other girls very pretty girls boom boom for 140 sometimes 120 and some will try to tell me 160 but to say no and counter with 140 which from what I have seen is the standard all and all great experience met a new friend and got some insight total damage $120.

Fresh.