Coffeee
26-04-2019, 08:21 PM
Date & Time of Session: 26/04/19 around 5.00pm
Location: Poplar Street, Sydney
Name: Sally
Nationality & Language: Chinese; Shanghai very good English
Age: Mid 20s.
Price & Session Length: $60 for 45 mins plus a pineapple tip.
Repeat: yes. Oh yes.
I've had some good times at Artarmon Remedial Massage recently and, finding myself in the city, I decided to check out their new sister shop, 6 Surry Hills. It was a little tricky to find, but it's on a discrete little street and well worth seeking out. Inside is clean and nicely decorated and the friendly receptionist welcomed, me checked that I didn't have an appointment, took my 60 bucks, and showed me into a room. I undressed and palmed a further fifty for the tip. I prefer to tip first as I only go to places where extras are on the menu so it saves time later and I find that the fun tends to start earlier in the session.
Sally arrived. She's cute as a button, smiley, friendly and petite. She was primly covered in a little black dress and we chatted a while as I handed over the tip. She nodded graciously and smiled sweetly, so I lay down to let her get on with Part One.
She's strong! The massage was firm, merciless but very effective. There were several moves that were new to me, and she used her hands, arms, elbows, knees and feet to great effect. I think she enjoyed my grunts of pain and pleasure... She was quite chatty throughout, but it was fun conversation and didn't get in the way at all.
Part 2 didn't get off to the best of starts as my hands, wandering up her skirt, we're greeted by an industrial strength pair of undies which strongly suggested that Aunty Flo was in town. She confirmed the fact with a soft smile. This was a bit of a disappointment as I have had a really good run of massage shop punts recently where I have been able to indulge in my absolute favourite hobby - you'll have to read my other reports for details...
Anyway, I continued to rub away gently outside the monster briefs, and she certainly seemed to enjoy it. After a while she asked me to flip and removed her dress. I reached for a breast, which was swiftly liberated, and she began nibbling on my nipples.
Presently she stood up and moved to the nightstand to get some oil and... Was that a glove? A GLOVE? I'm in the mood for GLOVE!
Oil was dribbled down my chest and over the Zone of the Bone. Breasts were rubbed over my torso, and moreso; down to the pink demon lurking below. Hands were involved now. One around my shaft, the other - the GLOVED one - sliding down my groin and reaching under. I found my legs raising quite naturally upwards to help her locate the back door. She didn't mess around. With one firm push and a wild and a wicked smile, her supple, slender but strong index finger was knuckle deep in my puckered poop-chute.
Gentlemen, I saw stars. The sensation was AMAZING! There was no way I was going to last long as her sweet hands worked in contrary motion.
I came, bucking like a rodeo bull with a grudge and collapsed, spent, her digit still deep in the darkness, where it stayed for a few moments before slowly, ever so slowly withdrawing, sending a last spasm of pleasure through my delightfully violated rectum.
She's a sweetie. More friendly chat as she wiped and hot-towelled, then a lovely scalp massage just to bring me back to something like normality.
A sweet farewell, with the information that she works every Friday, and off I went walking a little carefully and feeling thoroughly probed.
I'll be back in a couple of weeks when Aunty Flo has gone home to see what else we can get up to!
Location: Poplar Street, Sydney
Name: Sally
Nationality & Language: Chinese; Shanghai very good English
Age: Mid 20s.
Price & Session Length: $60 for 45 mins plus a pineapple tip.
Repeat: yes. Oh yes.
I've had some good times at Artarmon Remedial Massage recently and, finding myself in the city, I decided to check out their new sister shop, 6 Surry Hills. It was a little tricky to find, but it's on a discrete little street and well worth seeking out. Inside is clean and nicely decorated and the friendly receptionist welcomed, me checked that I didn't have an appointment, took my 60 bucks, and showed me into a room. I undressed and palmed a further fifty for the tip. I prefer to tip first as I only go to places where extras are on the menu so it saves time later and I find that the fun tends to start earlier in the session.
Sally arrived. She's cute as a button, smiley, friendly and petite. She was primly covered in a little black dress and we chatted a while as I handed over the tip. She nodded graciously and smiled sweetly, so I lay down to let her get on with Part One.
She's strong! The massage was firm, merciless but very effective. There were several moves that were new to me, and she used her hands, arms, elbows, knees and feet to great effect. I think she enjoyed my grunts of pain and pleasure... She was quite chatty throughout, but it was fun conversation and didn't get in the way at all.
Part 2 didn't get off to the best of starts as my hands, wandering up her skirt, we're greeted by an industrial strength pair of undies which strongly suggested that Aunty Flo was in town. She confirmed the fact with a soft smile. This was a bit of a disappointment as I have had a really good run of massage shop punts recently where I have been able to indulge in my absolute favourite hobby - you'll have to read my other reports for details...
Anyway, I continued to rub away gently outside the monster briefs, and she certainly seemed to enjoy it. After a while she asked me to flip and removed her dress. I reached for a breast, which was swiftly liberated, and she began nibbling on my nipples.
Presently she stood up and moved to the nightstand to get some oil and... Was that a glove? A GLOVE? I'm in the mood for GLOVE!
Oil was dribbled down my chest and over the Zone of the Bone. Breasts were rubbed over my torso, and moreso; down to the pink demon lurking below. Hands were involved now. One around my shaft, the other - the GLOVED one - sliding down my groin and reaching under. I found my legs raising quite naturally upwards to help her locate the back door. She didn't mess around. With one firm push and a wild and a wicked smile, her supple, slender but strong index finger was knuckle deep in my puckered poop-chute.
Gentlemen, I saw stars. The sensation was AMAZING! There was no way I was going to last long as her sweet hands worked in contrary motion.
I came, bucking like a rodeo bull with a grudge and collapsed, spent, her digit still deep in the darkness, where it stayed for a few moments before slowly, ever so slowly withdrawing, sending a last spasm of pleasure through my delightfully violated rectum.
She's a sweetie. More friendly chat as she wiped and hot-towelled, then a lovely scalp massage just to bring me back to something like normality.
A sweet farewell, with the information that she works every Friday, and off I went walking a little carefully and feeling thoroughly probed.
I'll be back in a couple of weeks when Aunty Flo has gone home to see what else we can get up to!