Massage Parlor Reports

[Ilapp]

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)

I have truly missed you and the tales of yore, and this thread has sorely missed your intelligent and always thoughtful posts. I long for the days of clever and witty coding, it seems a little adolescent these days, or perhaps that's just me. Always a pleasure sir. We should all bow to the master.

[AchyBreaky]

Indeed, the Joseph Conrad of mongerdom.

Bravo Buster B. Bravo!

.

[SmashPussy]

Stopped by a newly reviewed provider, I'll call it 21 Jump Street. Standard HH fee and I pulled BiBi. The other girl I saw was cuter but she was busy with another monger. The massage wasn't bad at all, not too firm not too soft, but OMG the tease! I wouldn't even call it teasing she was full on playing with mini me and massaging my prostate. I thought I was going to finish before the flip! But the flip came first and negotiating began. Standard $. 4 for the HE and she wanted double to take off her clothes. I opted for the standard and it was fantastic! No rush and she went nice and slow like I asked. Once it was done I went to get up and she said "don't you want more massage?" so of course I said yes. Most places don't give any front side massage so it was a pleasant surprise to get the full massage. Before I left she said to bring a condom next time so I'm sure the menu is open. Overall great experience, will return.

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,.

[GreatPretender]

Bravo Buster B. Bravo!

[Buster B]

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)

[TheBlindman]

For those that know her Wei Wei is back again, saw her last w / end. Good time as always and worth seeing. W / end before saw the other girl, good time also but uses the saran wrap trick. Got the job done tho.

I think old Phoenix was in DXI.

[OliverClovesof]

I've never been to an AMP before or any for that matter. Figured out where / what H was and gave it a shot. I was greeted by a decent looking 30-40 yo, didn't catch her name. I opted for the HH, during which she focused her attention almost exclusively on rubbing my legs and butt. On the flip she rubbed my chest and shoulder for a couple minutes and then said the massage was over. I got up and got dressed disappointed. She met me at the door and asked for a tip. After I handed her. 2 she asked if it was my first time there.

On the way back home I stopped by 21. After ringing the bell to get in I asked for another HH. I'd guess she was in her upper to mid 40's. I didn't catch her name, but she said she had only been here for about a week. Massage was more balanced this time and on the flip she finished with a standard HE. No negotiation, she basically started rubbing and then shook her head to ask for confirmation that I wanted it. During that time I readjusted so I could do some roaming OTC. She cleaned me up with a hot towel and brought me a water bottle. I reached in my wallet to tip her. 4, but the bills were stuck together and she got. 6.

[Indy420]

Stopped by a newly reviewed provider, I'll call it 21 Jump Street. Standard HH fee and I pulled BiBi. The other girl I saw was cuter but she was busy with another monger. The massage wasn't bad at all, not too firm not too soft, but OMG the tease! I wouldn't even call it teasing she was full on playing with mini me and massaging my prostate. I thought I was going to finish before the flip! But the flip came first and negotiating began. Standard $. 4 for the HE and she wanted double to take off her clothes. I opted for the standard and it was fantastic! No rush and she went nice and slow like I asked. Once it was done I went to get up and she said "don't you want more massage?" so of course I said yes. Most places don't give any front side massage so it was a pleasant surprise to get the full massage. Before I left she said to bring a condom next time so I'm sure the menu is open. Overall great experience, will return.

[Fmlyhm1970]

Went there. Greeted at the door by Mamasan. Told me to come back in 30 minutes. Weird, but whatever. So I went to a place to "Eat Fresh". After I did that, I went back. Again, same Mamasan greeted me. Did the 30 minutes. On the flip, she covered Sir Richard and his two best friends with a towel. After the massage, I asked if there were any extras and got denied.

I won't repeat.

I was going to stop by there. Thanks for saving me $$.

[Buzzy 1]

For those that know her Wei Wei is back again, saw her last w / end. Good time as always and worth seeing. W / end before saw the other girl, good time also but uses the saran wrap trick. Got the job done tho.

[BruceWane]

As you know, not too many white girl massages out there. I habe seen stephanie nicole twice. Great massages, no hint of extras. I saw melissa from hands and her time at models. Poor massage, bad conversation, no hint of extras.

Been to models on northside and no hint of extras from the newbies. Just rubs, not really a massage.

I did have a great massage and time with Cassandra from models before she disappeared. Anyone know where she went?

[Skooby]

Anyone been to Body Health Spa:

http://indianapolis.backpage.com/The...-more/23855503

[Southernbred]

Anyone know of a good place on the north side for a 4 hand massage? I did some digging and didn't find much material. Saw one or two recommendations and then a newer review saying the place wasn't very good. Any suggestions appreciated. PM is good if you can provide details.

[Member #5909]

Anyone know what happened to the girls from blue sky? There was a young girl there in her 20's named "jaja" or "tsa-tsa" (something like that). Literally saw her the day before they got raided. Best AMP experience I've ever had though.

[BigKss]

No one there. There's an eyebrow thread place next door, which is REALLY weird if you've been to the H, cause they got one too, anyway there were two cars out front but they were both thread shop girls, once I saw the 50 dangly things on the rear view mirrors.

Thank you for the info!

I need go there and try!