Mybadwilly22
13-11-2024, 09:24 AM
Name of Venue: 999 Massage, West Ryde
Name of Woman: Alright, let’s play a little game, shall we? I’m not just handing out her name like a free sample at the shops. Here’s a riddle for you: her name rhymes with “Splenda” and she only works Fridays. That’s all you’re gettin’, fellas. And if you can’t figure it out, maybe this mystery ain’t for you. This isn’t just for your convenience – it’s also to keep out the weirdos and freaks from harassing her. She’s already gotta deal with blokes like me – she doesn’t need extra drama.
Cost: $70 for the massage, $150 for the “extras” – all up, worth every penny.
Extras Offered: NHJ, CBJ, FS – the full buffet of options, like the Hungry Jack’s menu but with a way better happy ending.
Description of Service:
So, I hadn’t been to 999 Massage in a hot minute, and I roll up expecting to see the usual hot mamasan up front. But nope – instead, there’s this papasan who’s oddly friendly. I was almost disappointed he wasn’t some wannabe gangster – you know, the ones who act like they’re Tony Soprano on the phone, but in real life, they’re folding towels and offering you mints.
Anyway, I finally meet this Friday mystery woman, and lemme tell ya, she’s a sight. Solid 7/10, a little different from her “filtered” photos, but c’mon, aren’t we all? She’s rockin’ a short dress and heels, giving me that “just out for a drink” look. I go to check her out a bit, and she’s got this reserved vibe – probably clocking me sizing her up like a car at a dealership. But once she starts with the massage, oh boy, the game changes.
She’s all business at first, giving me this firm, proper massage, throwing in a tease here and there. Then, as she works her way to my lower back, she hops up on the table, plants her thighs right beside my head, and starts this slow, teasing motion. I’m lying there, thinking, “If she only does this on Fridays, I gotta make Fridays my day!” She’s even got the classic heavy breathing – now, I don’t know if it’s real or just some great acting, but it’s working. I’m just trying to keep myself from grabbing her right then and there, but she’s still giving me those “first time” vibes, so I hold back.
Then comes the flip. She lays out the menu – NHJ, CBJ, FS – and I figure, we’re going full course tonight. She gets me to stand up, and suddenly, we’re makin’ out like high school kids. Clothes are comin’ off, the enthusiasm is real, and she’s giving it everything. She goes to get the condom, drags me to the corner couch, and asks me to go at it. So there we are, and she’s got this shaved setup and a little thick in all the right ways. It’s like finding out your favourite pizza place has extra cheese – just a bonus you didn’t expect.
We switch things up, back to the table, and she slides me in like a pro. She’s rockin’ a B cup, tight in all the right places, and throwin’ in that “make it last” energy. We’re goin’ through all the classic moves, and then she hits me with the ol’ nipple tweak – you know that move WLs pull when they want you to wrap it up. She’s getting louder, more vocal, like she’s cheering me on in the final stretch. By the end, I blow a big one, and she’s there with a few “wow’s” – and hey, that’s all the applause I need.
But here’s the kicker. After she cleans us up, there’s still a bit of time left. She starts this head massage, and I’m gettin’ hard again. She teases, “Can you go again?” I’m thinking, “Does the Pope wear a hat?” and I’m in. But she goes, “No time left,” then hits me with the ol’ “come back next week, we’ll skip the massage, and see how many times you can go in an hour.” Now that’s customer service.
Would I Recommend?: Hell yes. Clean room, great setup, friendly papasan who doesn’t try to act like a tough guy, and the “Friday special” herself. Worth every dollar. And to the blokes who just want name, venue, cost, and extras – y’all need to get over yourselves. Life’s more than a shopping list, boys. If you can’t laugh a little, maybe this game isn’t for you. Go out, get some bang for your buck (pun intended), and don’t be afraid of a bit of long-winded storytelling. We’re here to have a laugh, not just tick boxes.
Name of Woman: Alright, let’s play a little game, shall we? I’m not just handing out her name like a free sample at the shops. Here’s a riddle for you: her name rhymes with “Splenda” and she only works Fridays. That’s all you’re gettin’, fellas. And if you can’t figure it out, maybe this mystery ain’t for you. This isn’t just for your convenience – it’s also to keep out the weirdos and freaks from harassing her. She’s already gotta deal with blokes like me – she doesn’t need extra drama.
Cost: $70 for the massage, $150 for the “extras” – all up, worth every penny.
Extras Offered: NHJ, CBJ, FS – the full buffet of options, like the Hungry Jack’s menu but with a way better happy ending.
Description of Service:
So, I hadn’t been to 999 Massage in a hot minute, and I roll up expecting to see the usual hot mamasan up front. But nope – instead, there’s this papasan who’s oddly friendly. I was almost disappointed he wasn’t some wannabe gangster – you know, the ones who act like they’re Tony Soprano on the phone, but in real life, they’re folding towels and offering you mints.
Anyway, I finally meet this Friday mystery woman, and lemme tell ya, she’s a sight. Solid 7/10, a little different from her “filtered” photos, but c’mon, aren’t we all? She’s rockin’ a short dress and heels, giving me that “just out for a drink” look. I go to check her out a bit, and she’s got this reserved vibe – probably clocking me sizing her up like a car at a dealership. But once she starts with the massage, oh boy, the game changes.
She’s all business at first, giving me this firm, proper massage, throwing in a tease here and there. Then, as she works her way to my lower back, she hops up on the table, plants her thighs right beside my head, and starts this slow, teasing motion. I’m lying there, thinking, “If she only does this on Fridays, I gotta make Fridays my day!” She’s even got the classic heavy breathing – now, I don’t know if it’s real or just some great acting, but it’s working. I’m just trying to keep myself from grabbing her right then and there, but she’s still giving me those “first time” vibes, so I hold back.
Then comes the flip. She lays out the menu – NHJ, CBJ, FS – and I figure, we’re going full course tonight. She gets me to stand up, and suddenly, we’re makin’ out like high school kids. Clothes are comin’ off, the enthusiasm is real, and she’s giving it everything. She goes to get the condom, drags me to the corner couch, and asks me to go at it. So there we are, and she’s got this shaved setup and a little thick in all the right ways. It’s like finding out your favourite pizza place has extra cheese – just a bonus you didn’t expect.
We switch things up, back to the table, and she slides me in like a pro. She’s rockin’ a B cup, tight in all the right places, and throwin’ in that “make it last” energy. We’re goin’ through all the classic moves, and then she hits me with the ol’ nipple tweak – you know that move WLs pull when they want you to wrap it up. She’s getting louder, more vocal, like she’s cheering me on in the final stretch. By the end, I blow a big one, and she’s there with a few “wow’s” – and hey, that’s all the applause I need.
But here’s the kicker. After she cleans us up, there’s still a bit of time left. She starts this head massage, and I’m gettin’ hard again. She teases, “Can you go again?” I’m thinking, “Does the Pope wear a hat?” and I’m in. But she goes, “No time left,” then hits me with the ol’ “come back next week, we’ll skip the massage, and see how many times you can go in an hour.” Now that’s customer service.
Would I Recommend?: Hell yes. Clean room, great setup, friendly papasan who doesn’t try to act like a tough guy, and the “Friday special” herself. Worth every dollar. And to the blokes who just want name, venue, cost, and extras – y’all need to get over yourselves. Life’s more than a shopping list, boys. If you can’t laugh a little, maybe this game isn’t for you. Go out, get some bang for your buck (pun intended), and don’t be afraid of a bit of long-winded storytelling. We’re here to have a laugh, not just tick boxes.