Ashfield 295 Jenifer, easy access (both girl and shop)
Person's Name and Nationality: Jenifer(Singapore/China)
Establishment : 295A Ashfield Erotic Massage
Date of Visit : Wed 11/03/2026
Address: 295A Liverpool Road Ashfield NSW 2131
Phone 0409652592
www.295ashfield.com
WechatID: ashfield295_001
Rates : massage and NHJ $110/30mins, $125/45mins, $140
/60mins
This new place supposedly has a license and proper standalone showers. I dropped by today. It’s right on Liverpool Road—super easy to find, traffic’s decent. Across the street there’s a big public carpark, and Brown Street Carpark behind has spots too, so parking’s no headache. When I got there, I followed the boss’s little map up to the second-floor reception. Both owners were in, place was buzzing. The lady boss showed me around—nine rooms total, each with its own shower and a huge massage bed. Big upgrade from before.
The decor’s modern-minimal: soft lighting, tasteful touches, feels cozy without trying too hard. Every room has these nice framed prints on the walls, fresh sheets and towels that smell clean. Showers are spotless—high-end heads, steady pressure, perfect temp. No lockers, but plenty of hooks and hangers, so you’re not fumbling around. They clearly thought it through.
295 Ashfield’s been keeping standards high since day one. Today I’m writing about Jennifer. Loads of new girls lately—I haven’t had time to cover them all. I’ll get to it eventually. Besides Stella, who’s already a crowd favorite, I’d say try Rose—she’s worth it. Too many good ones here; my wallet’s starting to cry.
If I’m not chasing the hot names, I just walk in, see who’s free, and pick on the spot. That day Penny showed me everyone available, mentioned this new Chinese girl Jennifer—fresh, exactly my type. I like tall, pretty ones, so yeah, hooked. Penny called her out—she looked like a uni student, not drop-dead stunning but solid ninety-five, girlfriend vibes. Didn’t talk much; I paid up and she took me in. Turns out she’s only been in Australia a bit, waitresses outside, does this on the side.
I stripped, lay down. Jennifer knocked, oiled up, started the first half—proper massage.
She’s chatty—classic Singapore-Chinese girl perk. Silence during a rub-down is torture. Doesn’t matter how gorgeous she is—if she’s mute, it’s dead. We talked heaps while her hands glided over me. Honestly, her technique’s decent, but I wasn’t there just for the rub. When she leaned in, I let my fingers brush her thighs, her ass. No pushback—just smooth, young skin. Half-hour in, her fingertips grazed me a few times, then she quietly peeled off her clothes. Roster said D-cup; I’m calling E, easy.
She whispered, “Can I lie next to you?” I scooted over like an idiot. She climbed up, head on my shoulder—long hair tickling my face, faint perfume everywhere. Soft voice right in my ear, warm body pressed close. Her skin’s insane—not just smooth, but that tight, bouncy kind only twenty-somethings have.
Couldn’t help it—kissed her forehead, earlobes, neck, down to her chest, nipples, stomach, hands roaming. We traded little dirty whispers. She stroked me gently; I held her tight. Her fingers danced up my back—shivers. Five, six minutes later, I couldn’t wait—told her to grab a condom and get on top. She smiled, did it.
Slow at first, rocking easy, leaning down to murmur in my ear—sweet, dizzying. She knows what she’s doing. We switched—me behind, arms around her waist. She bent back, soft, willing. Then I took over, eased her flat, slid in from behind. She let out these tiny moans, fingers clawing the sheets, body rocking with mine. Skin glowed under the dim lights. I was gone.
Pace picked up—her breathing got ragged. Nails dug into my back, just enough sting. Every thrust pulled a muffled groan out of her; she trembled, clenched. After a while, I came hard. We were both soaked. She looked wiped. We just lay there, breathing, arms around each other.
Cooled off, cleaned up—clock said we’d overrun by ten minutes. She laughed, said she always does—still figuring out timing.
Bottom line: Jennifer feels like the girl next door, the girlfriend you never had. Second half wasn’t robotic—thoughtful, warm, she took initiative. Overall? Ninety out of a hundred.
