Fellow hobbyists:
Had an epiphany this Friday night, June 28: Went to an M.P. for the first time. Incredible! Leaves S.C.'s in the dust, even my number one fave, C.B.
After the rub down, I went to the C.B. - for old times sake. (Although C.B. only became "old times" for me just 10 seconds after walking through the M.P. front door! *LOL*)
At C.B., went to the front VIP with my favourite schoolgirl dancer there, the hottest looking one around. (I wrote a brief review of her last week.) You die-hard hobbyists likely know who she is. If you don't, you can always P.M. me.
But, lemmie tell you, going from the land of S.C.s to M.P.s, I felt like "Crash Davis" (Kevin Costner) did in "Bull Durham" when he got called up to "the show" to play pro ball.
The surroundings and decor are tasteful; there's a clean bathroom to use and a clean shower in which to wash up; you get fresh, clean towels; free non-alcoholic beverages; and the only crowd is the two of you. No bouncers, waitresses, or guys in chairs getting L.D.s two feet over.
You're alone together in a dim room, deshabilles (en Francais), and you have the choice of oil or powder. Helpful, talented hands melt away the tension and stiffness all over your body. And it's a sure thing that you'll feel like a champ come the finish. My attendant's reputation for a mind-blowing technique was all true. Wonderful!
Plus, this M.P. treats the clients with respect - you can tell from the way it's run. And the attendants, the ladies, are alluring, beautiful and warm and sexy and smart, class acts, who also treat you with respect and TLC.
It's like a tall glass of cool water on a hot day.
- Citizen Kane
P.S. Thanks to all the massageplanet.netites who posted on the M.P. board. Your quality reviews made my choice of M.P. and attendant the right one!
Had an epiphany this Friday night, June 28: Went to an M.P. for the first time. Incredible! Leaves S.C.'s in the dust, even my number one fave, C.B.
After the rub down, I went to the C.B. - for old times sake. (Although C.B. only became "old times" for me just 10 seconds after walking through the M.P. front door! *LOL*)
At C.B., went to the front VIP with my favourite schoolgirl dancer there, the hottest looking one around. (I wrote a brief review of her last week.) You die-hard hobbyists likely know who she is. If you don't, you can always P.M. me.
But, lemmie tell you, going from the land of S.C.s to M.P.s, I felt like "Crash Davis" (Kevin Costner) did in "Bull Durham" when he got called up to "the show" to play pro ball.
The surroundings and decor are tasteful; there's a clean bathroom to use and a clean shower in which to wash up; you get fresh, clean towels; free non-alcoholic beverages; and the only crowd is the two of you. No bouncers, waitresses, or guys in chairs getting L.D.s two feet over.
You're alone together in a dim room, deshabilles (en Francais), and you have the choice of oil or powder. Helpful, talented hands melt away the tension and stiffness all over your body. And it's a sure thing that you'll feel like a champ come the finish. My attendant's reputation for a mind-blowing technique was all true. Wonderful!
Plus, this M.P. treats the clients with respect - you can tell from the way it's run. And the attendants, the ladies, are alluring, beautiful and warm and sexy and smart, class acts, who also treat you with respect and TLC.
It's like a tall glass of cool water on a hot day.
- Citizen Kane
P.S. Thanks to all the massageplanet.netites who posted on the M.P. board. Your quality reviews made my choice of M.P. and attendant the right one!