Massage Parlor Reports

[CantWaitForMor]

I will be staying in a hotel near BWI for a few days next month. I've looked back several pages and unfortunately don't see much going on near the airport. I won't have transportation available so I'm looking for any hidden gems near me. PM is fine.

[Cardel234]

I looked back on some reviews. I read $50 house, $120 tip. Is that the standard?

What experiences have others had here? I live less than 10 min away from it.

$45 for hh, $60 for hour. $100 for FS. Make some motion with your fingers. I run my index finger inside my other hand, formed as a circle, and go in and out. A very clear signal.

[NightHawk 1967]

I check in to this thread every once in a while to see if the action has picked back up since the Baltimore crackdowns a few years ago. There was a place north of town that had very good FS with young snatch. Even sometimes with black and white girls. Is there any reason to Come to Bmore rather than monger in Greenbelt, Philly or NYC these days? Thanks and PM is good.

[MDFootLover]

I looked back on some reviews. I read $50 house, $120 tip. Is that the standard?

What experiences have others had here? I live less than 10 min away from it.

I've seen Jennie a few times and have only got a HJ, she didn't offer anything else so I paid. 4 for that.

[RBrooksc]

I looked back on some reviews. I read $50 house, $120 tip. Is that the standard?

What experiences have others had here? I live less than 10 min away from it.

[Tsuscrumhalf]

For all my Baltimore peoples who want a place closer than like GBA or RL depending on where you live. There is a nice hidden spot off of LochRaven blvd. Damage was. 6 that's with tip. Basic call system, it's on a busy street but they do have a back entrance along with front main. Just have to call them for back entrance. Girl was very nice maybe in her 30's cute. When you walk in the room it says please keep on underwear, but I just ignored it. She came in and asked if she could take the towel off. Massage was the best I've had from one of these joints. Like she was really working, just started teasing and asked if that was okay, literally on flip she just started the finish. No questions no negotiation. Not FS but def will leave relaxed. I actually felt bad I didn't bring a bigger tip because she was so nice and really worked to make me feel good. Did 30 had an extra. 2 so gave that. Maybe one day I will finally retire.

Was there any roaming allowed? Did she stay fully dressed or did some garments come off?

[Kris106]

Its LLY. Always 2 older Asians working.

Send me a PM.

[SyntorX]

Center Google Maps on Loch Raven Blvd around the Beltway and search for "Asian Massage" and you'll find what you're looking for. Here's a clue: It's actuaLLY easy to find.

You can also use rubmaps. Ch. It costs to read reviews, but AMP name, address, phone number, hours, house fee and other information is available for free. They organize things by State, city and AMP name.

[Zuko21]

You got the number by any chance?

Send me a PM.

[Zuko21]

Center Google Maps on Loch Raven Blvd around the Beltway and search for "Asian Massage" and you'll find what you're looking for. Here's a clue: It's actuaLLY easy to find.

Yeah or just PM me. I'm not sure the rules of posting spots on here but I'm sure it ought to be discreet. Didn't want people getting upset if I put all the information in my original post.

[Dff 4580]

Any further details on location or a name of the place?

Center Google Maps on Loch Raven Blvd around the Beltway and search for "Asian Massage" and you'll find what you're looking for. Here's a clue: It's actuaLLY easy to find.

[Markss]

Any further details on location or a name of the place?

For all my Baltimore peoples who want a place closer than like GBA or RL depending on where you live. There is a nice hidden spot off of LochRaven blvd. Damage was. 6 that's with tip. Basic call system, it's on a busy street but they do have a back entrance along with front main. Just have to call them for back entrance. Girl was very nice maybe in her 30's cute. When you walk in the room it says please keep on underwear, but I just ignored it. She came in and asked if she could take the towel off. Massage was the best I've had from one of these joints. Like she was really working, just started teasing and asked if that was okay, literally on flip she just started the finish. No questions no negotiation. Not FS but def will leave relaxed. I actually felt bad I didn't bring a bigger tip because she was so nice and really worked to make me feel good. Did 30 had an extra. 2 so gave that. Maybe one day I will finally retire.

[BaltimoreBoy25]

For all my Baltimore peoples who want a place closer than like GBA or RL depending on where you live. There is a nice hidden spot off of LochRaven blvd. Damage was. 6 that's with tip. Basic call system, it's on a busy street but they do have a back entrance along with front main. Just have to call them for back entrance. Girl was very nice maybe in her 30's cute. When you walk in the room it says please keep on underwear, but I just ignored it. She came in and asked if she could take the towel off. Massage was the best I've had from one of these joints. Like she was really working, just started teasing and asked if that was okay, literally on flip she just started the finish. No questions no negotiation. Not FS but def will leave relaxed. I actually felt bad I didn't bring a bigger tip because she was so nice and really worked to make me feel good. Did 30 had an extra. 2 so gave that. Maybe one day I will finally retire.

You got the number by any chance?

[Zuko21]

For all my Baltimore peoples who want a place closer than like GBA or RL depending on where you live. There is a nice hidden spot off of LochRaven blvd. Damage was. 6 that's with tip. Basic call system, it's on a busy street but they do have a back entrance along with front main. Just have to call them for back entrance. Girl was very nice maybe in her 30's cute. When you walk in the room it says please keep on underwear, but I just ignored it. She came in and asked if she could take the towel off. Massage was the best I've had from one of these joints. Like she was really working, just started teasing and asked if that was okay, literally on flip she just started the finish. No questions no negotiation. Not FS but def will leave relaxed. I actually felt bad I didn't bring a bigger tip because she was so nice and really worked to make me feel good. Did 30 had an extra. 2 so gave that. Maybe one day I will finally retire.

[SyntorX]

It is a little strange when you meet someone you know. I had a first session with a lady about 20 years ago when I want in my early 40's in a nice hotel. After the session, she said let me check out and I will walk down with you to the garage. She called and checked out. She said that was stupid, now you know my real name. I had not recognized her, but I did her name. She had a huge crush on a buddy of mine when he and I were 17 and she was 15.

I said you went to ??? High School and graduated is 1977? She asked how do you know that? Did we go to school together? I said yea and no. We went to high school together, but that is not how I know you. You had a huge crush on my buddy Jeff ??? We use to sneak out his back door to avoid you, but we met three time when we could not avoid you. I thought she was going to die laughing. I said looking at you now, he made a huge mistake avoiding you. We then talked on the way to the hotel garage.

The next time I scheduled a hour with her, I got up to get dressed. She said get back in bed, I left the two hours free. Can you stay and talk? We talked about all the people we both knew in high school and my buddy for a little over a hour. We had never had a class together, but had a number of people we were both friends with. We were amazed we had only met those three times with Jeff. She then asked if I was up for another round for old time's sake?

I saw her several more times before she quit escorting.

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.