Massage Parlor Reports

[MarkDean]

My work often demanded travel, along with that tedium, the chance to see and to experience some of the most beautiful parts of the country I would not have otherwise. Passing through the great NorthWest recently. The sights, the sounds. I was suddenly brought back to the nostalgia of yore.

There are few enough momentous events in a men's life, that defines his being, ie. , family, career, etc. , but then, fewer still, there are momentous events that's intrinsic to his inner self. One I still recall with vivid clarity:

It was in the Spring of 2019, at the tail-end of a 6 month consulting job I was doing for a company located in a suburb about an hour drive away from a large NorthWestern metropolis. Clean and with almost no crime to speak of, at least the violent sort, it's the kind of community one dreamt of brining up a family in.

But given the rigorous of my assignment, and the proximity of my temporary stay away from any sort of zesty nightlife, I was pretty much confined to a life humdrum 'till the conclusion of my contract.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. On top of being well compensated, financial wise, I happened to be a frequent dinner guest at the home of a college chum of mine. Conveniently located to where I was staying, meals at Joe's were always a delight, especially on weekends when his wife, Lana, a fitness instructor by trade, would make her tasty low carb dishes. And as scrumptious her cooking was, Lana just so happened to be a real looker as well. An alluring eye candy in all sense of the word..

Great story. I hope you still get the preferred customer action. I had something like that happen but it was with a friends daughters. I am a claim adjuster in Tampa. I got a assignment to inspect a car. The address turned out to be a modeling spot. I went in and was asked if I wanted to see the girls. Before I could tell her why I was at the store they came out to be inspected and one to be picked.

To my surprise out came my friends daughter. She had just graduated from high School weeks before. I got a good huh for the gift I gave her. To my surprise she waved and smiled. I didn't know what to do. I just went into survival mode. I pointed at her and she took my hand and led me back down a hall way. She opened the door and gave me a towel and said to make myself comfortable. She closed the door with I will be right back soon.

I decided to do what she said and took my cloths off and wait, What felt like a eternity. Then the door opened and she looked around the door. She addressed me as MR. - Dam did I feel old. I said don't call me Mr. She said OK and came in and sat down in a chair across from me maybe 5 foot.

She started to talk to me and confessed that she couldn't get a job at a spa as she wanted and needed cash so she took the job as a friend told her about the good moneys that could be made. She then asked if I wanted a session? I told her yes but I wasn't here for that I just got pulled into the situation and didn't want to stop once I saw her.

She walked up to me and placed the best kiss on my lips that I have has in years, I sat in pure bewilderment. She asked if I wanted a full session art which I told her yes. I pulled her close as she removed my towel. I wrapped my arms around her and didn't want to let go. She slowly moved down and started to suck my raging hardon. I was surprised she went to the balls and then she moved my hand behind her head to push her down. She kept this up for a few minutes. I could feel that this was going to end soon. I pushed her away and motioned to the table. She jumped quickly and told her to fuck her as she has dreamt about this with me for a long time. She spread her legs and right in font of me was the smallest little shaved pussy that you could imagine. She was shaved off and smooth as could be. She pulled me inside of her and started to push back at my thrusts.

We moved to a cowgirl and then doggie. All the while she kept using my first name and was telling me to fuck her harder and harder. She demanded that she ride my cock and I gladly gave way to her commands. She sat on mu cock all the ways to my full balls. She started to ride me harder and harder. I was about ready to explode. I told her I was going to cum. She said to cum inside of her. O what a release I had. She fucked me harder the more I came until it was almost painful.

I sat in bliss for a second. She rolled off of me and then took me in her mouth. She sucked me hard and back on to her we went. This time she was moving her clit against me for her organum. She came and I could feel her pussy pules, I came a second time and was exhausted.

She jumped off and asked if it was as good for me as it was for her? I just smiled as I really couldn't talk. I had just fucked a beautiful 18 year-old and the fantasy of many dreams. I came inside of her creamy pussy and now was exhausted. I told her I was and started to get dressed. She wanted to know I was going to keep this to just us? I told her I wouldn't tell a anyone. She then wanted to know if we could get together soon? Hummm What do you think?

[Dog Pound 99]

My work often demanded travel, along with that tedium, the chance to see and to experience some of the most beautiful parts of the country I would not have otherwise. Passing through the great NorthWest recently. The sights, the sounds. I was suddenly brought back to the nostalgia of yore.

There are few enough momentous events in a men's life, that defines his being, ie. , family, career, etc. , but then, fewer still, there are momentous events that's intrinsic to his inner self. One I still recall with vivid clarity:

It was in the Spring of 2019, at the tail-end of a 6 month consulting job I was doing for a company located in a suburb about an hour drive away from a large NorthWestern metropolis. Clean and with almost no crime to speak of, at least the violent sort, it's the kind of community one dreamt of brining up a family in.

But given the rigorous of my assignment, and the proximity of my temporary stay away from any sort of zesty nightlife, I was pretty much confined to a life humdrum 'till the conclusion of my contract.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. On top of being well compensated, financial wise, I happened to be a frequent dinner guest at the home of a college chum of mine. Conveniently located to where I was staying, meals at Joe's were always a delight, especially on weekends when his wife, Lana, a fitness instructor by trade, would make her tasty low carb dishes. And as scrumptious her cooking was, Lana just so happened to be a real looker as well. An alluring eye candy in all sense of the word.

As charming and impeccably gracious as she was to me, Lana came across as being somewhat on the conservative side. Always dressing casually, Lana never flaunted her enticing figure. As prodigious as they were. At least not during any of my visits. But Lana's modesty only serve to underscore her feminine assets. And so, out of respect for Joe, I would make a conscious effort to arrest my prowling eyes whenever Lana was around. That, however, did not stopped me from ever wondering what lies beneath those simple sundresses she seemed to favor.

A good paying job and delicious home cooked meals whenever I wanted, one might say all's well. Well, almost all, except for that good 'ole in-out in-out action a red blooded male in his prime would fancy from time to time. And I was becoming insufferable due to sexual deprivation. Then it happened. On the next to last week of my stay, a massage pallor opened up in a quaint roadside shopping center not far from where I was staying. The exterior of the place was low key with an equally non-descriptive sign that reads "Morning Mist Day Spa. " A good indictor that this place may have more to offer than the usual uptight joints. The interior of the place; sparsely furnished and painted in a subdue monochromatic teal. Another good indicator. It gave me vibes of being someplace clandestine. So far so good and looking very positive. With my expectations flourish, I gleefully handed the house fee to the lady manager, and was promptly led to a small room, again, sparsely furnished with just a single bed / examination table towards the rear wall.

Sitting on the solitary bed as the minutes ticked by, I was beginning to feel like an alien abductee in some cheap, basement made, sci-fi flick from the 1980's. But then, the door suddenly opened and my jaw dropped - - cradling a set of white linens in her arms, Lana, dressed in a white nursing scrubs buttoned all the way down to the navel, and looking as stunned as I was. Maybe even more so. "If you can wait about 20 minuets, I can have someone else come in. " Lana said after a long moment of awkward silence. Right away, I countered. "Why, I'm not shy, are you?" As I shrugged coyly. But regretting it instantly of my cheekiness as Lana just stood there and stared awkwardly at me. But to my pleasant surprise, Lana, after the long pause, instructed me strip down to my drawers and to lie face down on the bed. "It'll just be for a regular massage," Lana added with reluctance. "Ok?" Well, that sounded vaguely to me that there could be more in the offering but held back because of who I was. "Sure, that would be fine. " I nodded pointedly, still not quite believing what was happening.

With all the pressure points covered by a pair of trained hands, the massage was actually quite good. But all I could take notice was her bare, milky white breasts jiggling behind loose fitting nursing scrub as Lana worked on me.

My college chum's wife; the forbidden fruit; the object of my desire all these month - - a major boner was in the making, and it was becoming excruciatingly uncomfortable for me to be pressed face down against the bed. Sensing my discomfort as I squirmed about. "You can turn around now. " Lana said in good humor. "Do you frequent places like this?" She added, noticing the bulge between my legs. "No, not really. Does Joe know you know you work here?" I shrugged in jest. "No, he thinks I'm working at some sports therapy spa. " Lana shook her head after a moment of thought. "It's been tough finding work in sports medicine, and we needed the money. ".

As much as I wanted to convey my empathy and understanding to her with sympathetic niceties, but the fact of the matter was my raging boner has gone beyond the point containment, way beyond. "Was there any more in the offering than just a regular massage?" As I shrugged matter-of-factly. Another long moment of awkward silence and it suddenly dawn on me that I may have cross the line this time. "Just a hand job, ok?" Lana said, pursing her lips like a grade school teacher would to a misbehaving pupil. "And we'll just keep this between us as our little secret. " I can't believe this was actually happening. "Scouts honor. " As I nodded credulously, raising my right hand into a two finger salute. However, my clumsy attempt at levity only made the moment more gauche. But the awkwardness didn't last long as Lana started with a sensual inner thigh rub and worked her way up to my scrotum. I can't begin to put into words how good that felt. Her scent, the perfume she wore, her beguiling curves and the teeny-weeny little black thong that barely covered her clean shaven vagina. I was spellbound and looking for trouble.

Lana didn't seem to mind my hand being on her buttocks so, I ventured further up, slipping my fingers in between her ass checks, and what I found was a wet, silky snatch oozing with her love juice. "Suck on my cock. " I moaned. "Please, suck on my cock," I demanded. Lana hesitated for a moment, then went down on me.

My pre cum, thick and leathery, strings Lana's lips to the tip of my cock as she bobs up for the occasional breather in between long stroke DT action. This was so wrong on so many levels, but it couldn't have felt more right! I looped my arm around Lana, ushering her onto the bed with me. My assertion was rewarded as she climb on board, and in one smooth, graceful motion, Lana guided my stiff rod inside her warm, wet snatch.

Squatting over my lower torso (revers cowgirl), Lana's gyrating hips hungrily milked my burgeoning cock for all it's worth as my shivers of elation turned into jolts of delight. Reversing the action, now facing me, her luscious c-cup oscillated mesmerizing me like rippling waves before my bewitched eyes.

Round and round, Lana rode me like a bucking bronco. The build-up within was as unfathomed as the rising of the tide. "Oh, yes. Oh yes, I'm going to bust. " Uncontrollably, I moaned. "You can't cum in me! I'm not on the pill!" Lana opened her eyes and looked startlingly down at me. "Let me know when you're about ready and I'll take it in my mouth, ok?" She demanded.

And just as inevitable as the celestial forces that caused the tidal movement, I Shall Be Released. "Oh my god, I'm cumming!" As I cried out in pure ecstasy. Load after spasming load, I pumped Lana's throat full of hot jizz. And as I watched in utter, nail-biting, amazement, Lana swallowed the whole creamy, sloppy mess with relish. It was absolutely amazing to see how someone can swallow that much goo, and does it so unflinchingly!

And with that, an item off my bucket list, which until that morning, I didn't even knew it existed.

Lana cleaned me up afterwards with warm towels while we exchanged pleasantries, and reminded me in a caring, empathic, but nonchalant way that I was expected over, as usual, at the house for dinner that coming weekend as she walked me out.

Physically spent and enthralled in euphoria as I drove home in self reflection - - a lonely, two lane country road paved in asphalt never looked lovelier.

Prolog:

I showed up for dinner that weekend as planed. I also discovered, Joe and Lana had an investment deal that went bad, hence their financial bind, which I ended up making them a small loan, on my fervent insistence, to help out.

I went back to the spa twice more, and both times were just as amazing as was the first, before Lana was hired to work for a legitimate sports medicine clinic. I've since left the area and went back home to the east coast. And we, all three of us, remained friends till this day. In fact, Joe and Lana came up for a visit this past Spring and stayed the weekend with me.

- Dog.

[DCHung]

Can someone DM me what gba is?

Glen Burnie Acupressure.

[Kraven Morehed]

Can someone DM me what gba is?

[TTouchDown]

After seeing Wikid's detailed post and in response to how shitty the STG / PD market has felt in both quality and price, I had my first AMP experience at VIP the other day. Yeah, I don't think I'm going to ever go back to the old ways. Incredible unrushed experience, girl was 7/10 and super playful and flirty. Plus the added benefit of a decent massage and at a price point half the price of some of these GPS providers? I can't believe I waited this long but I'm definitely kicking myself now. Thanks again for the great pointers Wikid. I was super nervous and it was helpful to know step by step what to expect.

[Wikid]

Do you remember if that woman had natural or fake breasts?

Pretty sure they were fake. Nice, but fake.

[MotoMoto11]

Do you remember if that woman had natural or fake breasts?

Where exactly is GBA located? DM me.

[SkiieeuUp]

Do you remember if that woman had natural or fake breasts?

So I made my first run ever at an AMP at GBA! Shoutout to Michael Taylor for the spot on tips and advice!

The quick and dirty: I went during the week about mid-day, $. 7 to the house, $50 to play, play consisted of HJ, CBJ, and unrushed CFS.

The details: Stopped in mid-day after some coaching and a serious pep talk with myself, LOL, this being the first time had me nervous. Anyway, I get into the vestibule area and who I am assuming to be the mamasan opens the door and escorts me to a room. The room was nice, neat and inviting for the most part. As I am undressing my "masseuse" (I didn't get a name but short red dress, decent face, nice rack, and about a 6/10 body) comes in and gets mooned while I am taking off my socks, LOL, she closes the door and comes back a few seconds later when I am face down on the table.

She asks me if I had been there before and I said "Yup, but it's been a while" (a lie). She then asks me if I wanted a TS which I was told to always say yes to, so I did. She got me up, wrapped the towel around me, held my hand, and walked me to the TS room. The hand holding thing threw me off for a minute, she interlinked fingers with me, I wasn't sure if she thought she knew me from before or something. Oh, right before the TS she collected the house fee.

The TS was good, lots of teasing, I mean a lot, to the point where she woke up my guy and said "uh-oh". I guess I gave all the right signals because she just helped herself to a 60 sec HJ right then and there. Afterwards she wrapped me up in the towel again and walked me back to the original room. She made it a point to smack me on the butt a few times which we laughed about.

Once in the room the left for a quick second and then came back, as quoted by Michael Taylor the "crappy" massage started, LOL. I had no clue what she was doing, but I was hoping that I didn't do anything to mess up the eventual fun. At some point she straddled my back and I could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties, at another point I heard clothes rustling and then as she was massaging my lower half I felt tits on my ass and legs. I'm thinking that has to be a good sign.

The crappy massage lasted about 5 6 minutes and then she stood next to me and said "you want to play? I said, "let's do it". I asked "everything, right?" She said, "everything". I gathered $50 and was told $$, I told her that's wasn't the agreement "last time" so she took it, left again briefly, and came back.

On the flip, HJ to a CB which was about a 4/10, not sloppy enough and no attention the boys, from there, cowgirl which was about 6. 5/10. After a few she wanted to switch so mish was up next, it was decent, I think she was getting into it, about a 7. 5/10, her juices were flowing and I got to burry my face in her rack, after that I initiated another switch to doggy, again about 6. 5.filled the bag, made some small talk and rolled out.

Man, that was crazy, can't believe I did it!

From what I've been reading maybe I overpaid and there are other AMP's where they ladies are easier on the eyes but I won't complain, all in all I'd repeat.

[Wikid]

House + 140 has been the area standard for the longest time as far as I know.

She definitely pushed for 200! Glad I knew better!

[SyntorX]

Congratulations on your first visit. One suggestion, if they have a TS and you plan to get one, do not lay down. Just sit on the side of the table. On the walk to the TS, I have seen many things. Some hold hands like your lady did. Some will put their arm around your waist. I have had some put their arm around me and place their hand on my ass. Whatever they do, I follow suit. I have had a couple ladies grab junior and use him gently like a leash while they led me to the TS. Some ladies will just walk down the hall and you just follow them. If she does nothing, I like to fold my arm and offer it as if I am escorting them. You will be washed all over including your crotch if you are going to have fun. Some ladies are playful in the TS like yours, others just clean and save the fun for the room.

Depending on the place and menu, clothes may or may not come off. It is not uncommon for ladies to not remove any clothing at a HJ only place. I find it is common for the lady to not remove any clothing until she asks what you want. She will normally remove her clothes and tease some more before flipping you. If she knows for sure you have been there before or is comfortable with you, then like your lady, the clothes will come off before or during the tease which most people call the ST (soft touch).

Many ladies give crappy massages, others give decent massages and sometimes you will get a lady that gives a great massage. Sometimes it is dependent on the AMP (Asian Massage Parlor). I have found AMPs where all the ladies give good to great massages. Of course there are AMPs where all the ladies give crappy massages.

The ladies want you to come back and see them again, so many ladies will add special things on repeat visits. As an example, I go to RL Therapy and a CBJ is normal on the first visit, but a BBBJ is common on repeat visits.

Good luck on your next visit.

So I made my first run ever at an AMP at GBA! Shoutout to Michael Taylor for the spot on tips and advice!

The quick and dirty: I went during the week about mid-day, $. 7 to the house, $50 to play, play consisted of HJ, CBJ, and unrushed CFS.

The details: Stopped in mid-day after some coaching and a serious pep talk with myself, LOL, this being the first time had me nervous. Anyway, I get into the vestibule area and who I am assuming to be the mamasan opens the door and escorts me to a room. The room was nice, neat and inviting for the most part. As I am undressing my "masseuse" (I didn't get a name but short red dress, decent face, nice rack, and about a 6/10 body) comes in and gets mooned while I am taking off my socks, LOL, she closes the door and comes back a few seconds later when I am face down on the table.

She asks me if I had been there before and I said "Yup, but it's been a while" (a lie). She then asks me if I wanted a TS which I was told to always say yes to, so I did. She got me up, wrapped the towel around me, held my hand, and walked me to the TS room. The hand holding thing threw me off for a minute, she interlinked fingers with me, I wasn't sure if she thought she knew me from before or something. Oh, right before the TS she collected the house fee.

The TS was good, lots of teasing, I mean a lot, to the point where she woke up my guy and said "uh-oh". I guess I gave all the right signals because she just helped herself to a 60 sec HJ right then and there. Afterwards she wrapped me up in the towel again and walked me back to the original room. She made it a point to smack me on the butt a few times which we laughed about.

Once in the room the left for a quick second and then came back, as quoted by Michael Taylor the "crappy" massage started, LOL. I had no clue what she was doing, but I was hoping that I didn't do anything to mess up the eventual fun. At some point she straddled my back and I could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties, at another point I heard clothes rustling and then as she was massaging my lower half I felt tits on my ass and legs. I'm thinking that has to be a good sign.

The crappy massage lasted about 5 6 minutes and then she stood next to me and said "you want to play? I said, "let's do it". I asked "everything, right?" She said, "everything". I gathered $50 and was told $$, I told her that's wasn't the agreement "last time" so she took it, left again briefly, and came back.

On the flip, HJ to a CB which was about a 4/10, not sloppy enough and no attention the boys, from there, cowgirl which was about 6. 5/10. After a few she wanted to switch so mish was up next, it was decent, I think she was getting into it, about a 7. 5/10, her juices were flowing and I got to burry my face in her rack, after that I initiated another switch to doggy, again about 6. 5.filled the bag, made some small talk and rolled out.

Man, that was crazy, can't believe I did it!

From what I've been reading maybe I overpaid and there are other AMP's where they ladies are easier on the eyes but I won't complain, all in all I'd repeat.

[Michael Taylor]

So I made my first run ever at an AMP at GBA! Shoutout to Michael Taylor for the spot on tips and advice!

The quick and dirty: I went during the week about mid-day, $. 7 to the house, $50 to play, play consisted of HJ, CBJ, and unrushed CFS.

The details: Stopped in mid-day after some coaching and a serious pep talk with myself, LOL, this being the first time had me nervous. Anyway, I get into the vestibule area and who I am assuming to be the mamasan opens the door and escorts me to a room. The room was nice, neat and inviting for the most part. As I am undressing my "masseuse" (I didn't get a name but short red dress, decent face, nice rack, and about a 6/10 body) comes in and gets mooned while I am taking off my socks, LOL, she closes the door and comes back a few seconds later when I am face down on the table.

She asks me if I had been there before and I said "Yup, but it's been a while" (a lie). She then asks me if I wanted a TS which I was told to always say yes to, so I did. She got me up, wrapped the towel around me, held my hand, and walked me to the TS room. The hand holding thing threw me off for a minute, she interlinked fingers with me, I wasn't sure if she thought she knew me from before or something. Oh, right before the TS she collected the house fee.

Welcome to the club. Now that you know what you're doing, it gets a lot easier.

[DriftingFan101]

Where is this place?

It is in the Reisterstown / Owings Mills area.

[Alasqano]

From what I've been reading maybe I overpaid

House + 140 has been the area standard for the longest time as far as I know.

[DCHung]

Where is this place?

Heading north on rt 140 Reisterstown road. Past the Lexus and Porsche dealership. It will be on the right across from Royal farms.

[Kris106]

Where is this place?

Decided to TOFTT and went here today, no answer when I called, decided to go knock on the door and press what looks to be the door bell a moment later, and an Asian woman opened the door who looks to be in her 40's. Damage was. 60 for 1 hr and at first I was not sure if anything else was on the menu but towards the end we got on the same page and for an additional. 60 she was open to a HJ.

There were a few other vehicles there a van, and a few trucks when I went and the place seems like no one is there but it is open or atleast ir was at 11:30 am when I was there.