ILOVETOFU
11-05-2013, 01:14 AM
Greetings all. I've been in hiding for a while but re-surfaced at QVB last week. Saw a girl called Lilly, at least I think that was her name.
Feeling a bit tense, a bit stressed, a bit heavy, walking thru the big shitty on my way home from work, I decided to visit this QVB RnT joint. I've already been upstairs to the Thai place which is a non-sexual service, and the massage there was very average, but I did manage to coerce the cute young Thai girl to "play" a bit. Its interesting what a person can convince another to do, wilfully.
1ST VISIT: At 6PM I buzzed the QVB at the front entrance and waited patiently. bzzzz. I open the door, up the stairs and straight ahead. The place is very plain inside and basically one rectangular block. On one side are the rooms (2 or 3 I think) and the other side is their office and waiting area. A short Thai girl looking middle-aged greeted me with much enthusiasm and ushered me towards the end room. I got the low down on pricing and opted for 45 mins massage. $50 from memory.
This girl knows how to massage and within moments I know she's quite experienced. For half an hour she worked my body with hands, elbows and good techniques. Then it was on to negotiation for the additional services. For basic stroke the noodle its $20 (about 600 baht), stroke noodle AND take clothes off is $50. mmm, this time I opt for the basic treatment. This Korean woman moved with finesse until...my noodle spat at her. After that she stopped playing with it. A few minutes later I was hailing my goodbyes and walking home a little lighter on my feet.
2ND VISIT: A week later I'm again walking thru the streets of the big shitty and a voice in my head is saying "this is the massage you are looking for..." so within moments I'm buzzing that intercom again. but before I press the button I make a quick prayer to the gods (I have about 2 or 3 favourites) asking for a different experience than before. I want young, Korean and I want nakedness. bzzzzz. I walk up the stairs and find myself being greeted by a fresh-faced attractive young Korean girl. Excellentay! yeah baby! come to papa. I'm guided into the room and before she asks I tell her I've been here before and would like 1 hour massage. I hand over that strange paper substance one can never have enough of and she disappears with a smile to stash my contribution and bring some different coloured paper back. I focus my awareness on the room and absorb a few things as I undress. Among other sensations I get that unique feeling you have when you're about to be intimate with a person you've never met before. I have addictions, this is one of them.
The young Korean girl came back as predicted and started the massage. For about the next 40 minutes I ignore everything, everyone (even myself), consciously relax my body, clear my thinking and just feel, while focused solely on breathing. "Are you okay?" mmm... what. someone's talking..."yes, your massage is great, I love it...very good". She asks me to turn over and (with voice and hand gesture) would I like... and for 50 dollar take off clothes. I pretend to procrastinate then hastily agree to all additional services and watch her undress. I sit up and admire her form as she stands beside the table in front of me. She has a great body with fine curves and "kelloggs" breasts (not too small, not too big, just right), and very soft skin. She is reasonably tall with a sweet face, broad smile full lips and a generous mouth. And those legs. Those legs that only Koreans can have. I put the back of my hand on her stomach and move it around her front, over her breasts and finally across her public area down to her inner thighs; mostly shaved with a small amount of hair.
I take a few moments to appreciate and admire and ramble a few lines "Wow, you are like so hot. I totally want to slip a length into that..." in my mind. And then what comes out "wow, you look great, you're very sweet. my noodle is so happy to see you." I lie back down and she caresses my body now paying particular attention to the nether regions, which are becoming less and less flexible. As she continues to massage, my arm and hand immediately go wandering off on auto pilot to make themselves familiar with her soft and tender body. Her hips, stomach, bum, lower back, legs, and in between, seemed to be of particular interest. I have completely forgotten about my breathing.
Then, suddenly, there is this explosion of energy, followed by a wave of relaxation (for me), but wait... the girl is looking around the room...there are no tissues left. The box is empty. She calls out for help and I think I just learn Korean for "tissues". With one hand covered in goo she makes it to the door and another girl passes through a new box. Phew... that was close.
We chat a bit, I get dressed, she gets dressed, and then, suddenly she leans over, grabs me behind the neck and gives me a big tongue sambo (sorry my imagination is taking over, back to facts). She asks me if I've had dinner, and I explain that I won't eat dinner until later. I ask her what time she finishes work, and can I come back for another massage in an hour. She looks puzzled, but smiles. "Sorry, I'm just kidding, but thanks. I feel good. That was great. I hope to come back, see you again."
By its very definition, with punting you may be lucky and get a win or you may be disappointed and strike poor service or a cold and unfriendly person. But that's the punt. Mostly you will have good luck and a nice experience, especially if you take advantage of reviews such as the ones on this site.
If I venture into any previously unchartered waters I'll write it up.
Peace and punter success to all.
Feeling a bit tense, a bit stressed, a bit heavy, walking thru the big shitty on my way home from work, I decided to visit this QVB RnT joint. I've already been upstairs to the Thai place which is a non-sexual service, and the massage there was very average, but I did manage to coerce the cute young Thai girl to "play" a bit. Its interesting what a person can convince another to do, wilfully.
1ST VISIT: At 6PM I buzzed the QVB at the front entrance and waited patiently. bzzzz. I open the door, up the stairs and straight ahead. The place is very plain inside and basically one rectangular block. On one side are the rooms (2 or 3 I think) and the other side is their office and waiting area. A short Thai girl looking middle-aged greeted me with much enthusiasm and ushered me towards the end room. I got the low down on pricing and opted for 45 mins massage. $50 from memory.
This girl knows how to massage and within moments I know she's quite experienced. For half an hour she worked my body with hands, elbows and good techniques. Then it was on to negotiation for the additional services. For basic stroke the noodle its $20 (about 600 baht), stroke noodle AND take clothes off is $50. mmm, this time I opt for the basic treatment. This Korean woman moved with finesse until...my noodle spat at her. After that she stopped playing with it. A few minutes later I was hailing my goodbyes and walking home a little lighter on my feet.
2ND VISIT: A week later I'm again walking thru the streets of the big shitty and a voice in my head is saying "this is the massage you are looking for..." so within moments I'm buzzing that intercom again. but before I press the button I make a quick prayer to the gods (I have about 2 or 3 favourites) asking for a different experience than before. I want young, Korean and I want nakedness. bzzzzz. I walk up the stairs and find myself being greeted by a fresh-faced attractive young Korean girl. Excellentay! yeah baby! come to papa. I'm guided into the room and before she asks I tell her I've been here before and would like 1 hour massage. I hand over that strange paper substance one can never have enough of and she disappears with a smile to stash my contribution and bring some different coloured paper back. I focus my awareness on the room and absorb a few things as I undress. Among other sensations I get that unique feeling you have when you're about to be intimate with a person you've never met before. I have addictions, this is one of them.
The young Korean girl came back as predicted and started the massage. For about the next 40 minutes I ignore everything, everyone (even myself), consciously relax my body, clear my thinking and just feel, while focused solely on breathing. "Are you okay?" mmm... what. someone's talking..."yes, your massage is great, I love it...very good". She asks me to turn over and (with voice and hand gesture) would I like... and for 50 dollar take off clothes. I pretend to procrastinate then hastily agree to all additional services and watch her undress. I sit up and admire her form as she stands beside the table in front of me. She has a great body with fine curves and "kelloggs" breasts (not too small, not too big, just right), and very soft skin. She is reasonably tall with a sweet face, broad smile full lips and a generous mouth. And those legs. Those legs that only Koreans can have. I put the back of my hand on her stomach and move it around her front, over her breasts and finally across her public area down to her inner thighs; mostly shaved with a small amount of hair.
I take a few moments to appreciate and admire and ramble a few lines "Wow, you are like so hot. I totally want to slip a length into that..." in my mind. And then what comes out "wow, you look great, you're very sweet. my noodle is so happy to see you." I lie back down and she caresses my body now paying particular attention to the nether regions, which are becoming less and less flexible. As she continues to massage, my arm and hand immediately go wandering off on auto pilot to make themselves familiar with her soft and tender body. Her hips, stomach, bum, lower back, legs, and in between, seemed to be of particular interest. I have completely forgotten about my breathing.
Then, suddenly, there is this explosion of energy, followed by a wave of relaxation (for me), but wait... the girl is looking around the room...there are no tissues left. The box is empty. She calls out for help and I think I just learn Korean for "tissues". With one hand covered in goo she makes it to the door and another girl passes through a new box. Phew... that was close.
We chat a bit, I get dressed, she gets dressed, and then, suddenly she leans over, grabs me behind the neck and gives me a big tongue sambo (sorry my imagination is taking over, back to facts). She asks me if I've had dinner, and I explain that I won't eat dinner until later. I ask her what time she finishes work, and can I come back for another massage in an hour. She looks puzzled, but smiles. "Sorry, I'm just kidding, but thanks. I feel good. That was great. I hope to come back, see you again."
By its very definition, with punting you may be lucky and get a win or you may be disappointed and strike poor service or a cold and unfriendly person. But that's the punt. Mostly you will have good luck and a nice experience, especially if you take advantage of reviews such as the ones on this site.
If I venture into any previously unchartered waters I'll write it up.
Peace and punter success to all.