Capital-R
11-01-2025, 09:41 PM
Gentlemen. Today I patroned the aforementioned establishment; allow me to share my exploits.
After a hard and heavy visit to the gym I feel I may have over exerted myself and so decided a post shower massage would be for the best. Please note that at this point in the story, I was only wanting a massage. Rose Day Spa (https://www.locanto.com.au/brisbane/ID_6994434627/Happy-Magical-Hands-Massage-Ipswich.html, the photos are a lie by the way) was on my way home and I was too exhausted to locate a more legitimate establishment that was open after 5pm on a Saturday evening.
I limped my way into the reception area and was greeted by a short mid forties Chinese woman who I believe fits the "boiler" adjective. She is also on the plumper side of average so far as body build goes. I told her to work my chest and legs and she obliged. I paid my $50 for a thirty minute massage that I was pleasantly surprised with. I began speaking broken Mandarin with her and found that she was quite nice to talk to, I did learn she's forty years old but never got her name. After about twenty minutes one of her hands found its way to my gentleman's vegetables without any say from my part. I told her that I was only wanting the massage and she apologised then continues the massage, however, by this point I'm noticeably aroused, the evidence being the towel tent my phallus had erected. The same wayward hand makes its way back to my gentleman's vegetables after which she tells me HJ is $50, NHJ is $100. Brilliant marketing strategy by the way.
This is where my little brain takes command and I exchange $50 for the HJ. During the course of her reciprocating motions, my curiosity gets the better of me and I pay an extra $50 for the NHJ. When she disrobed I was quite surprised to see that she has a pair of quite lovely endowments that belied her face, and while there was some plumpage it did giver her some nice natural curves. I compliment her endowments in my broken Mandarin and she responds with rubbing them on my genitals. This woman know how to please. The little brain takes full control of the helm and I exchange another $50 for fellatio... oh my. It felt as though she put a sandwich bag on Lowercase-R and then she began to work. This woman could suck-start a leaf blower. While she was performing fellatio she massaged my gentlemen's vegetables.
Once I was spent she remarked "ooh, that's a lot". Yes madam, I'm quite sure I've none left after the exorcism you just performed, I may even be in a deficit. She cleaned me off and then continues the massage. I paid for thirty minutes but got a full hour, had some fun and got a more than adequate massage. She even gave me a Chinese biscuit as a parting gift.
Would I recommend this establishment? Hard to say really. I found her natural body shape to appeal to my sense of aesthetics and she was nice to talk to, but the face... hmph. I did have a good time there but I don't think I'll be back.
Now onto the next chapter of my search in Ipswich.
After a hard and heavy visit to the gym I feel I may have over exerted myself and so decided a post shower massage would be for the best. Please note that at this point in the story, I was only wanting a massage. Rose Day Spa (https://www.locanto.com.au/brisbane/ID_6994434627/Happy-Magical-Hands-Massage-Ipswich.html, the photos are a lie by the way) was on my way home and I was too exhausted to locate a more legitimate establishment that was open after 5pm on a Saturday evening.
I limped my way into the reception area and was greeted by a short mid forties Chinese woman who I believe fits the "boiler" adjective. She is also on the plumper side of average so far as body build goes. I told her to work my chest and legs and she obliged. I paid my $50 for a thirty minute massage that I was pleasantly surprised with. I began speaking broken Mandarin with her and found that she was quite nice to talk to, I did learn she's forty years old but never got her name. After about twenty minutes one of her hands found its way to my gentleman's vegetables without any say from my part. I told her that I was only wanting the massage and she apologised then continues the massage, however, by this point I'm noticeably aroused, the evidence being the towel tent my phallus had erected. The same wayward hand makes its way back to my gentleman's vegetables after which she tells me HJ is $50, NHJ is $100. Brilliant marketing strategy by the way.
This is where my little brain takes command and I exchange $50 for the HJ. During the course of her reciprocating motions, my curiosity gets the better of me and I pay an extra $50 for the NHJ. When she disrobed I was quite surprised to see that she has a pair of quite lovely endowments that belied her face, and while there was some plumpage it did giver her some nice natural curves. I compliment her endowments in my broken Mandarin and she responds with rubbing them on my genitals. This woman know how to please. The little brain takes full control of the helm and I exchange another $50 for fellatio... oh my. It felt as though she put a sandwich bag on Lowercase-R and then she began to work. This woman could suck-start a leaf blower. While she was performing fellatio she massaged my gentlemen's vegetables.
Once I was spent she remarked "ooh, that's a lot". Yes madam, I'm quite sure I've none left after the exorcism you just performed, I may even be in a deficit. She cleaned me off and then continues the massage. I paid for thirty minutes but got a full hour, had some fun and got a more than adequate massage. She even gave me a Chinese biscuit as a parting gift.
Would I recommend this establishment? Hard to say really. I found her natural body shape to appeal to my sense of aesthetics and she was nice to talk to, but the face... hmph. I did have a good time there but I don't think I'll be back.
Now onto the next chapter of my search in Ipswich.