Capital-R
05-09-2025, 11:50 PM
I bid you greetings gentlemen.
After a most doggish week at work I felt inclined to indulge in the in the feminine persuasion. Work had placed me in Sunnybank that afternoon and after some interneting I settled on Miss Sally Siu (link to advert below). I arranged for a one hour Nuru massage with all the trimmings. This would later be a mistake.
I arrive at her address to find a small three bedroom single floor brick home with a converted garage that is now the massage room. I was instructed to knock on the sliding door of said converted garage and was welcomed by the very woman who is in the photos on her advert. Credit where credit is due, though the photos must be some years old now. We greet each other, exchange money, and am then instructed to disrobe, in the same way as though I'd imagine she'd tell me to sweep her floor. As I do I glance around the room, there is an oil heater in one corner of her room and there is a bed front and centre with a plastic sheet on it. Surely this is not the venue for the Nuru massage? It was. She leaves the room and from behind a closed door I hear the beeps of a microwave being run, I assumed this was to warm the Nuru gel and I assumed correctly. I hear another sound from behind the same door... her child playing video games. The sound stopped after I assume she told her child to turn it down or to wear a headset. She returns with a glass measuring jug full of what I assume to be Nuru gel, I'm not sure that it was. She disrobes and I find her quite attractive physically. There is a little extra around the middle but nothing that I'd say no to. Her endowments however are most wonderful. She pours the gel onto my bare back, which was a tad too warm but not burning, and she gets to work. The massage was quite underwhelming. The body slides were nice though. "Ok, turn over" she says as though she's vacuuming the floor and needs me to lift her sofa so she can get under it. More overly warm gel and lacklustre massage followed by a welcome body slide. There was some phallic play as well. By this point in the massage the gel had cooled and I had began to shiver. The oil heater and electric blanket clearly none too effective.
It was now time for the shower for two as promised in her advert. It was a shower for just me and there was no additional room for her anyway. The shower rose was most disagreeable and refused to stay in place also. After warming up in the shower, which I kept brief because I was on the clock, I egressed from the cubical upon which Miss Sally entered the shower. Soon after her turning the water on I could have sworn I heard her flatulate. She said nothing. I said nothing. This is not a Girlfriend Experience, this is a Married for 20 Years Experience. I dry myself and then lay on the bed then await her arrival. She begins to massage Mr Wiggly and then reaches for a mint spray. Now, I have heard of this same woman reaching for this spray in other posts about her but those were some time ago and ignorant me was hoping it was a thing of the past. It was not. She sprays it into her mouth and then onto Mr Wiggly. I then feel her fellatio Mr Wiggly which would have felt rather nice if it weren't for the searing inferno that Mr Wiggly and his luggage were now experiencing because of the menthol in the mint spray. Mr Wiggly is not happy. She then unceremoniously dresses Mr Wiggly in his attire for the evening. Now, imagine a mother dressing their argumentative son in a suit for formal event. Imagine the son not wanting to go and making a fuss while pouting, this is how Mr Wiggly felt. While on top of me, her phone rings, and she answered it. I say again, she answered her phone while we were engaged in coitus.
Mr Wiggly is now less happy.
We exchange positions, she is now laying down and I am on top but Mr Wiggly will not stand at attention because she is TALKING ON THE PHONE! She finished the deed with a hand job, during which, I could hear the voice of who I assume to be her mother behind the closed door. Now, the advert promised a second round if I had booked for an hour. I quote; "*Two Cums if book for one hour". Alas, there was only one, and it was rushed, because my hour had expired. I was then hastily rushed out of the door.
All this was $350. I've had better, for less, from more attractive women. I should've obeyed my first instinct and gone to a massage parlour elsewhere, that would've saved $80 and the experience couldn't be any worse. But noooooooo, I wanted a Nuru massage and Mr Wiggly wanted boobs.
From what I can tell, because this has been disclosed to me before. This woman (and others I've encountered) migrated to Australia with her husband, only for him to leave her and now she has herself and a child to support with no marketable skills. Hence the ill-kempt home. I'm not quite sure it was Nuru gel either. The consistency was more like water based lubricant.
Everything on the advert is a lie, so far as I can tell. I do not need the GFE, but efforts must be made on her part if she's wanting my repeat business, which she does not. I was promised a shower together, it was just me, I was promised a blissful Nuru, I simply got wet. I was sold a massage, but got a rub. I was promised two rounds and very nearly got just 80% of one. I was promised coitus in multiple positions, I got one and a half. There was no 69, there wasn't even an 11. Instead of one hour of heated passion I received a lukewarm evening of minimal effort. The kind of lukewarm a bowl of porridge would be before serving it to your grandmother, only for her to complain that it's still too hot. Her advert most definitely copied and pasted from elsewhere. There were dust laden cobwebs on the wall. Towels draped on the oil heater. Mould in the bathroom. And nosey neighbours.
Would I recommend? The answer is a firm no. I understand her position, things can't be easy for her. But if this is what she is having to do to provide for her child, and possibly her mother, she will need to put the effort in or there will be more reviews such as this one.
https://www.escortsandbabes.com.au/Profile/QLD/Sunnybank/Independent/SallySiu/
After a most doggish week at work I felt inclined to indulge in the in the feminine persuasion. Work had placed me in Sunnybank that afternoon and after some interneting I settled on Miss Sally Siu (link to advert below). I arranged for a one hour Nuru massage with all the trimmings. This would later be a mistake.
I arrive at her address to find a small three bedroom single floor brick home with a converted garage that is now the massage room. I was instructed to knock on the sliding door of said converted garage and was welcomed by the very woman who is in the photos on her advert. Credit where credit is due, though the photos must be some years old now. We greet each other, exchange money, and am then instructed to disrobe, in the same way as though I'd imagine she'd tell me to sweep her floor. As I do I glance around the room, there is an oil heater in one corner of her room and there is a bed front and centre with a plastic sheet on it. Surely this is not the venue for the Nuru massage? It was. She leaves the room and from behind a closed door I hear the beeps of a microwave being run, I assumed this was to warm the Nuru gel and I assumed correctly. I hear another sound from behind the same door... her child playing video games. The sound stopped after I assume she told her child to turn it down or to wear a headset. She returns with a glass measuring jug full of what I assume to be Nuru gel, I'm not sure that it was. She disrobes and I find her quite attractive physically. There is a little extra around the middle but nothing that I'd say no to. Her endowments however are most wonderful. She pours the gel onto my bare back, which was a tad too warm but not burning, and she gets to work. The massage was quite underwhelming. The body slides were nice though. "Ok, turn over" she says as though she's vacuuming the floor and needs me to lift her sofa so she can get under it. More overly warm gel and lacklustre massage followed by a welcome body slide. There was some phallic play as well. By this point in the massage the gel had cooled and I had began to shiver. The oil heater and electric blanket clearly none too effective.
It was now time for the shower for two as promised in her advert. It was a shower for just me and there was no additional room for her anyway. The shower rose was most disagreeable and refused to stay in place also. After warming up in the shower, which I kept brief because I was on the clock, I egressed from the cubical upon which Miss Sally entered the shower. Soon after her turning the water on I could have sworn I heard her flatulate. She said nothing. I said nothing. This is not a Girlfriend Experience, this is a Married for 20 Years Experience. I dry myself and then lay on the bed then await her arrival. She begins to massage Mr Wiggly and then reaches for a mint spray. Now, I have heard of this same woman reaching for this spray in other posts about her but those were some time ago and ignorant me was hoping it was a thing of the past. It was not. She sprays it into her mouth and then onto Mr Wiggly. I then feel her fellatio Mr Wiggly which would have felt rather nice if it weren't for the searing inferno that Mr Wiggly and his luggage were now experiencing because of the menthol in the mint spray. Mr Wiggly is not happy. She then unceremoniously dresses Mr Wiggly in his attire for the evening. Now, imagine a mother dressing their argumentative son in a suit for formal event. Imagine the son not wanting to go and making a fuss while pouting, this is how Mr Wiggly felt. While on top of me, her phone rings, and she answered it. I say again, she answered her phone while we were engaged in coitus.
Mr Wiggly is now less happy.
We exchange positions, she is now laying down and I am on top but Mr Wiggly will not stand at attention because she is TALKING ON THE PHONE! She finished the deed with a hand job, during which, I could hear the voice of who I assume to be her mother behind the closed door. Now, the advert promised a second round if I had booked for an hour. I quote; "*Two Cums if book for one hour". Alas, there was only one, and it was rushed, because my hour had expired. I was then hastily rushed out of the door.
All this was $350. I've had better, for less, from more attractive women. I should've obeyed my first instinct and gone to a massage parlour elsewhere, that would've saved $80 and the experience couldn't be any worse. But noooooooo, I wanted a Nuru massage and Mr Wiggly wanted boobs.
From what I can tell, because this has been disclosed to me before. This woman (and others I've encountered) migrated to Australia with her husband, only for him to leave her and now she has herself and a child to support with no marketable skills. Hence the ill-kempt home. I'm not quite sure it was Nuru gel either. The consistency was more like water based lubricant.
Everything on the advert is a lie, so far as I can tell. I do not need the GFE, but efforts must be made on her part if she's wanting my repeat business, which she does not. I was promised a shower together, it was just me, I was promised a blissful Nuru, I simply got wet. I was sold a massage, but got a rub. I was promised two rounds and very nearly got just 80% of one. I was promised coitus in multiple positions, I got one and a half. There was no 69, there wasn't even an 11. Instead of one hour of heated passion I received a lukewarm evening of minimal effort. The kind of lukewarm a bowl of porridge would be before serving it to your grandmother, only for her to complain that it's still too hot. Her advert most definitely copied and pasted from elsewhere. There were dust laden cobwebs on the wall. Towels draped on the oil heater. Mould in the bathroom. And nosey neighbours.
Would I recommend? The answer is a firm no. I understand her position, things can't be easy for her. But if this is what she is having to do to provide for her child, and possibly her mother, she will need to put the effort in or there will be more reviews such as this one.
https://www.escortsandbabes.com.au/Profile/QLD/Sunnybank/Independent/SallySiu/