Massage Parlor Reports

[Need H20]

Decided to check this place out. Walked in and was greeted by Nana. Gave her the house fee and she led me to the back room. We talked and flirted a bit. Apparently place is new and she is new to the store. But I don't think she is new to the area. She looked to be mid 20's and pretty short in height. Got decent curves and she's average in build. Long straight hair with D size tits. I got cleaned off and she started with the massage. She did a decent job and actually did a few massage techniques. On the flip she started teasing me by kissing my nips and working on the junior. I helped put out her tits and started sucking on them. She then got on the side of the table and she sucked hard and really worked on that BBBJ. Busted my nut on her and she cleaned us up. Kissed and hugged before I left.

[Fatonius]

Open at last. By appointment. MMS let me know that the lineup is Sasa and Mimi. Who's going first?

Same location?

[Calorie]

Open at last. By appointment. MMS let me know that the lineup is Sasa and Mimi. Who's going first?

Who is running the joint? And is there a 626 number.

[Vulva Nut]

What proud monger doesn't keep a nipple ruler in his car?

Well, I have those centimeter guides tattooed onto my tongue so its easy.

[ThePunisher50]

It's usually the same girls but never rushed -.

I had to wait for Ruby last time because the other girl is busted.

5 ft 95 lb 22-25 year old blonde super tight latina spinner well worth the 30 min wait in the car. Seems like she's getting busier from all the lurkers in this thread LOL.

60/. 5 hr.

80/1 hr.

200 in extras. YMMV.

Does anything come off for $200?

[Faceless1]

Jeez, Santa Clarita? Crazy. Unless you're coming from north SFV, its a libido-killing drive on the 405 or 5. Hundreds of good places in LA proper and nearby.

Thankfully, I read elsewhere that TA has reopened.

TA is not reopen, it is a different owner that took a plunge at popular demand. The old owners of TA had already left LA county.

[Fat Jerk76]

next time I'll bring my ruler so that I can measure nipple length if that's keeps people around here satisfied.

What proud monger doesn't keep a nipple ruler in his car?

[Vulva Nut]

5' 2" / long black hair / natural Bs / cute face / a couple tattoos.

I tend to look for service assessment in reviews, as in my experience there's more variance in performance than looks when it comes to Chinese spa girls. But next time I'll bring my ruler so that I can measure nipple length if that's keeps people around here satisfied.

Thanks for coughing that up.

They're both important.

[SabertoothPeni]

Open at last. By appointment. MMS let me know that the lineup is Sasa and Mimi. Who's going first?

[DrillSergeant]

Jeez, Santa Clarita? Crazy. Unless you're coming from north SFV, its a libido-killing drive on the 405 or 5. Hundreds of good places in LA proper and nearby.

Thankfully, I read elsewhere that TA has reopened.

It's not the drive, it's the fucking traffic. The 405 or 5 are definite boner kilers! OC, SGV is technically the same distance in travel, but the flow of traffic makes it bareable.

[Cockyazn]

You know the Los Angeles AMP scene is on life support when you find yourself driving to Santa Clarita in the hope of filling the void created by the demise of Cloud 9 and before that Top Acupuncture. But drive to Santa Clarita I did after reading a handful of reviews of a little place called Massage Castle.

As has been described elsewhere, this place is quite the change of pace for those us accustomed to boinking spa girls in refurbished urban dental offices. For one thing, it's in a strip mall in the sticks, surrounded by foothills and dirt, and just two doors down from a pop-up Catholic worship center, LOL.

Anyway, despite being keen to see Cherrie based on previous reviews, the mamasan talked me into Mandy, who she assured me had more impressive skills. I threw caution to the wind and booked the session.

Later than day I found myself at the aforementioned strip mall in the sticks, entering the front door of Massage Castle at the agreed upon time. I was immediately greeted by an adorable little item with long black hair and a slim body wearing a tight, white sundress. She asked my name and, after confirming on her phone that she had the correct customer, took me by the hand and led me into the shop. Whereas the front lobby is tiny, the main room of this place is quite spacious. They've got cozy looking couches and chairs set up for those inclined to socialize. That is. Not me. But I appreciate the relaxed environment they're trying to create.

Mandy led me into a room on the right, and once again I was struck by how big it was. On one side of the room was a mid-sized sofa and some shelves full of wet wipes and Listerine; against the adjacent wall was a massive mirror; dead center was a massage table that, because the room was so spacious, seemed like some kind of religious shrine, LOL.

I've been hearing a lot of good things out there in Santa Clarita! For some reason this area keeps showing up in other AMP review sites as well. It's a little too far from me, but I might head out there over the weekend.

[Willie23]

You know the Los Angeles AMP scene is on life support when you find yourself driving to Santa Clarita in the hope of filling the void created by the demise of Cloud 9 and before that Top Acupuncture. But drive to Santa Clarita I did after reading a handful of reviews of a little place called Massage Castle.

Jeez, Santa Clarita? Crazy. Unless you're coming from north SFV, its a libido-killing drive on the 405 or 5. Hundreds of good places in LA proper and nearby.

Thankfully, I read elsewhere that TA has reopened.

[WoodyWoodtown2]

Nice adventure Woody, but you basically forgot the most important thing in a review.

Describing the girl.

Not just what you both did, and thought.

But an actual description of her particulars, face and body, nipples, lips, skin, etc.

"Slim, long black hair", could be thousands of providers.

Cheers.

5' 2" / long black hair / natural Bs / cute face / a couple tattoos.

I tend to look for service assessment in reviews, as in my experience there's more variance in performance than looks when it comes to Chinese spa girls. But next time I'll bring my ruler so that I can measure nipple length if that's keeps people around here satisfied.

[Vulva Nut]

You know the Los Angeles AMP scene is on life support when you find yourself driving to Santa Clarita in the hope of filling the void created by the demise of Cloud 9 and before that Top Acupuncture. But drive to Santa Clarita I did after reading a handful of reviews of a little place called Massage Castle.

As has been described elsewhere, this place is quite the change of pace for those us accustomed to boinking spa girls in refurbished urban dental offices. For one thing, it's in a strip mall in the sticks, surrounded by foothills and dirt, and just two doors down from a pop-up Catholic worship center, LOL.

Anyway, despite being keen to see Cherrie based on previous reviews, the mamasan talked me into Mandy, who she assured me had more impressive skills. I threw caution to the wind and booked the session.

Later than day I found myself at the aforementioned strip mall in the sticks, entering the front door of Massage Castle at the agreed upon time. I was immediately greeted by an adorable little item with long black hair and a slim body wearing a tight, white sundress. She asked my name and, after confirming on her phone that she had the correct customer, took me by the hand and led me into the shop. Whereas the front lobby is tiny, the main room of this place is quite spacious. They've got cozy looking couches and chairs set up for those inclined to socialize. That is. Not me. But I appreciate the relaxed environment they're trying to create.

Mandy led me into a room on the right, and once again I was struck by how big it was. On one side of the room was a mid-sized sofa and some shelves full of wet wipes and Listerine; against the adjacent wall was a massive mirror; dead center was a massage table that, because the room was so spacious, seemed like some kind of religious shrine, LOL.

After we took care of business, Mandy unbuttoned my shirt, pulled off her dress, dropped to her knees, pulled down my shorts, and went into full cock worship mode (maybe the massage table IS a shrine! Her BBBJ skills are impressive, no doubt about it. Lots of slurping, BLS, and eye contact. At one point I held her little head tightly and jammed by cock down her throat while she looked up at me, eyes watering. It was super hot. She couldn't quite take me all the way down, but she did her best she's equally good at taking an enthusiastic lead or passively submitting to direction.

I moved her to the front of the table right in front of the big mirror and greatly enjoyed the view of her worshipping my cock. She's dedicated to your pleasure and will take whatever direction you throw at her. Personally, I liked her best with her hands pressing against my quads while I vigorously face fucked her. The BJ portion of the show went on for a while; YMMV, but in my experience, her knees withstood a lengthy about of cock sucking.

As I was rock hard and fairly close to blowing, I opted to forgo daty and went straight to CFS. She suited me up, guided me in, and lay back while I slowly moved in and out of her. She responded enthusiastically as I entered her fully and pressed hard against her pelvis: "oh daddy so big I love your cock you number one. " All nonsense, of course, but I enjoyed hearing it nonetheless.

Gradually the pounding intensified, as did her loud moaning. At one point she put her arms back and wagged her tongue at me sexily. "I want cum baby you cum on my face. " Okay, you don't have to tell me twice. As she lifted herself onto her elbows, I straddled her chest, threw off the bag, and blasted several ropes into her open mouth and onto her face. At first she seemed stunned, but soon she looked up at me and gave me a thumbs up. "So good baby your cum so good. " LOL.

I hopped off and tossed her a towel from a nearby stack. She got off the table saying, "yes daddy. You fuck me good. You're my number one. ".

Mandy has enough English for small talk, so we were able to chat a bit while cleaning up and getting dressed. She was super sweet throughout, giving me many hugs and kisses and brimming with good vibes. It was a very enjoyable session.

Before long we shared one last kiss before she opened the door and bade me reenter the outside world. While I wasn't super pumped about the long drive home, I left satisfied and walked to my car with smile on my face.

Nice adventure Woody, but you basically forgot the most important thing in a review.

Describing the girl.

Not just what you both did, and thought.

But an actual description of her particulars, face and body, nipples, lips, skin, etc.

"Slim, long black hair", could be thousands of providers.

Cheers.

[WoodyWoodtown2]

You know the Los Angeles AMP scene is on life support when you find yourself driving to Santa Clarita in the hope of filling the void created by the demise of Cloud 9 and before that Top Acupuncture. But drive to Santa Clarita I did after reading a handful of reviews of a little place called Massage Castle.

As has been described elsewhere, this place is quite the change of pace for those us accustomed to boinking spa girls in refurbished urban dental offices. For one thing, it's in a strip mall in the sticks, surrounded by foothills and dirt, and just two doors down from a pop-up Catholic worship center, LOL.

Anyway, despite being keen to see Cherrie based on previous reviews, the mamasan talked me into Mandy, who she assured me had more impressive skills. I threw caution to the wind and booked the session.

Later than day I found myself at the aforementioned strip mall in the sticks, entering the front door of Massage Castle at the agreed upon time. I was immediately greeted by an adorable little item with long black hair and a slim body wearing a tight, white sundress. She asked my name and, after confirming on her phone that she had the correct customer, took me by the hand and led me into the shop. Whereas the front lobby is tiny, the main room of this place is quite spacious. They've got cozy looking couches and chairs set up for those inclined to socialize. That is. Not me. But I appreciate the relaxed environment they're trying to create.

Mandy led me into a room on the right, and once again I was struck by how big it was. On one side of the room was a mid-sized sofa and some shelves full of wet wipes and Listerine; against the adjacent wall was a massive mirror; dead center was a massage table that, because the room was so spacious, seemed like some kind of religious shrine, LOL.

After we took care of business, Mandy unbuttoned my shirt, pulled off her dress, dropped to her knees, pulled down my shorts, and went into full cock worship mode (maybe the massage table IS a shrine! Her BBBJ skills are impressive, no doubt about it. Lots of slurping, BLS, and eye contact. At one point I held her little head tightly and jammed by cock down her throat while she looked up at me, eyes watering. It was super hot. She couldn't quite take me all the way down, but she did her best— she's equally good at taking an enthusiastic lead or passively submitting to direction.

I moved her to the front of the table right in front of the big mirror and greatly enjoyed the view of her worshipping my cock. She's dedicated to your pleasure and will take whatever direction you throw at her. Personally, I liked her best with her hands pressing against my quads while I vigorously face fucked her. The BJ portion of the show went on for a while; YMMV, but in my experience, her knees withstood a lengthy about of cock sucking.

As I was rock hard and fairly close to blowing, I opted to forgo daty and went straight to CFS. She suited me up, guided me in, and lay back while I slowly moved in and out of her. She responded enthusiastically as I entered her fully and pressed hard against her pelvis: "oh daddy — so big — I love your cock — you number one. " All nonsense, of course, but I enjoyed hearing it nonetheless.

Gradually the pounding intensified, as did her loud moaning. At one point she put her arms back and wagged her tongue at me sexily. "I want cum baby — you cum on my face. " Okay, you don't have to tell me twice. As she lifted herself onto her elbows, I straddled her chest, threw off the bag, and blasted several ropes into her open mouth and onto her face. At first she seemed stunned, but soon she looked up at me and gave me a thumbs up. "So good baby — your cum so good. " LOL.

I hopped off and tossed her a towel from a nearby stack. She got off the table saying, "yes daddy. You fuck me good. You're my number one. ".

Mandy has enough English for small talk, so we were able to chat a bit while cleaning up and getting dressed. She was super sweet throughout, giving me many hugs and kisses and brimming with good vibes. It was a very enjoyable session.

Before long we shared one last kiss before she opened the door and bade me reenter the outside world. While I wasn't super pumped about the long drive home, I left satisfied and walked to my car with smile on my face.