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I don't go for more than 30min with how bad part 1s usually are. Although BB did a great massage
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Any feedback on Sativa at Kurri for massage? She tours a bit by the looks
Mayfield massage health and care centre.
Seems I'm the only bloke who hasn't tried out methinees, so tired today, but I guess since it's Saturday, they were busy. Rang the front and back doorbell, no answer.
Went to this place next to it, sadly forgot to ask for her name. 30 minutes, and pre-agreed NHJ all up front, $100. Sexy for a slightly older lady, mid-40's.
Part 1 was average, not the best massage, but was heavy on the teasing and touching between the legs. Part 2 was where I'd have to recommend this lady. Great ass, decent tits, they looked breast reduction surgery however, but that did mean they were real, soft, and perky.
I made a classic mistake. Went for a punt the same day I'd already jerked off, makes it much harder for me to finish, and then I get in my head about wasting money if I can't cum.
This lady went over the thirty minute mark, opposite of a clock watcher, kept saying don't worry about the time, even added BBBJ in for free after my 30 minutes was already up. Then offered full service for an extra $30 (but if I'm already struggling to finish, a condom won't help). I think I blew after about the 50 minute mark. She's just got great work ethic, so wanted to shout her place out in hopes she gets some customers.
Shina - 189 Newcastle Rd, Jesmond - 0452149589
This is the same woman as the escort I mentioned earlier named Nana. I've seen Shina's adverts in Newcastle on and off for a while but avoided visiting because the address was 13 blue gum Rd. I've seen this woman two times now.
Shina is genuinely very attractive. A very fit well shaped body with smaller breasts and a pretty face. She looks like she's in her mid to late 20s. Unfortunately her service is quite bad. She immediately starts rushing you to cum the moment you begin and becomes frustrated if you don't. The first time we met she answered her phone while I was fucking her. She also insists on *you* fucking her. I've asked her to ride on top but she literally complains and refuses to do it. All of her service feels like it's a chore with lots of sighing and "aiyah" peppered throughout.
The second time I met her I didn't even finish. She decided I'd have to finish with a hand job and I was so turned off by all the sighing and mechanical service I went soft.
I gave this escort the benefit of the doubt the first time we met but after visiting her more than once I strongly advise against seeing her. The photos on her ad as Nana are accurate (the shina pics are fake though) so if you meet a hot independent in Jesmond with a tattoo on her breast that looks like her I recommend going elsewhere - regardless of how attractive she is.
There seem to be some escorts who don't appreciate how hard we have to work to earn the money we pay them with. Some just want to lie on their backs for 2 minutes and collect the equivalent of 4 or 5 hours genuine work - and Shina is one of them.
Place was Mayfield massage health and care centre. It's on the main strip of Mayfield. Not the hottest woman ever, but certainly a hard worker that cares about customer satisfaction. Can't remember her name sorry, but I don't think there is many girls that work there, she was the only one on the day.
Got a day off tomorrow and in my research/browsing locanto/e&b I don't think I have had so few options. I would normally have a plan the night before where I was going to go the next day but at the moment the genuine options are very minimal...
So the other week, my shoulders were completely cooked—like, stiff to the point I could barely turn my head properly. I’m in Waratah, right, and I spot this little remedial massage place tucked between a PreSchool and some old café that looks like it’s been there forever. Didn’t look like much, but I figured, stuff it, I need this.
Walk in, and it’s dead quiet. Smells like eucalyptus or something. Before I even really take it in, this lady comes walking up the hallway. Probably late 40s, slim, very composed—like she’s done this a million times. Not flashy or anything, but she had this calm, confident vibe.
She looks at me and goes, “First time here?”
I’m like, “Yeah, and I’m in rough shape.”
She gives this knowing little smile, like I’m not the first bloke to walk in half broken. Gets me to move my shoulders around, presses into my back a bit—and mate, she finds every sore spot instantly.
“Very tight,” she says. “You work too much.”
I just laugh. “Yeah, something like that.”
Next thing, I’m on the table, face down, thinking this’ll be your standard relaxing massage. Nope. Her hands were strong. Like, not brutal, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Every time she pressed into a knot, it was like she’d been mapping my back for years.
She goes, “You tell me if too much.”
I’m like, “Nah, keep going… I think I need it.”
At one point she hits this spot near my shoulder blade and I actually flinch. She just chuckles quietly and goes, “This one… very stubborn.” Like she’s personally offended by the knot.
What got me was how focused she was. Didn’t talk much, but when she did, it was like she’d already figured me out.
“You hold stress here,” she says, pressing into my neck.
I’m thinking, yeah… and probably everywhere else too.
And then there were these little moments—like she’d adjust my arm or shoulder and go, “Relax more, don’t fight.” And I didn’t even realise I was tensing until she said it.
Time kind of blurred after a while. You know when you’re not asleep but you’re not fully awake either? That zone. The music was soft, everything slowed down, and for once my brain just… shut up.
By the end, she eases off, lighter pressure, like bringing you back to reality.
“All done,” she says.
I sit up, roll my shoulders, and I’m like—how is that already better? Not perfect, but way looser than when I walked in.
She goes, “Next time, come before it gets this bad.”
Fair call, honestly.
Walked out feeling like a different person. Shoulders weren’t screaming at me anymore, and I was weirdly relaxed—like I’d just hit reset or something.
$80 for an hour. Wasn't amazing but will return again.
Anyway, yeah… didn’t expect much from that random place, but turns out it was exactly what I needed.
Honestly I'd sacrifice on a bit of looks if the massage is great and she goes the extra mile especially when it's 100 for 30mins and you got 50. We all know most of them try to tug you at the 15min mark and get you out early , can you pm me a description of you can be bothered. I have Friday free so might just have a cheeky visit
It’s not just the looks mate, it’s the whole vibe. Tried to upsell me to $150 for FS no BBJ on offer she said, condom only here, her words. Then tried to get me to go 2 girls for extra $100, was overly persistent and I refused. Also she would’ve got me out the door asap as there was no massage involved, she just started grabbing my dick before I had my clothes off. You can go but you’ve been warned lol.
Had a pretty bad experience with a very unattractive ML. 50+ overweight, stunk... When I refused any extras (don't think I would have got it up) she got real pissed. Kept pushing and pushing saying she wouldn't make any money (not my fault) I was just regretting the decision in entering but there was a misunderstanding at the start and I thought I was getting another girl when I handed over the initial payment. Might have got a bad day but I definitely won't be returning
I’m wandering down High Street in East Maitland and stop at 106, I was minding my own business, thinking I’ll just get a normal, relaxing massage like a responsible adult. You know—bit of peace, maybe fix the back.
Yeah… nah.
I walk in, and straight away the place feels like I’ve just walked into a low-budget fantasy tavern. I’m half expecting a wizard behind the counter asking me for a quest item.
Then she shows up—Eva. Tiny, calm, looks like she hasn’t had a stressful day in her life. Meanwhile I’ve walked in looking like I lost a fight with a desk job.
She doesn’t say much, just gives me that look like, “I already know you’re not built for what’s about to happen.”
So I go, “Alright, easy… start with the feet, work your way up. Nice and slow.”
In my head, I’m thinking I’m in control here.
I was not in control.
She starts, and within about two minutes I realise this is not a standard massage—this is a full psychological operation. Every time I get comfortable, she switches it up. I’m lying there thinking, “Is this relaxation or am I being interrogated?”
At one point she’s so focused, I start wondering if she’s studying for an exam on me specifically.
And the pace—mate. One second it’s calm and relaxing, next second it’s like she’s speedrunning the entire experience. I’m lying there trying to keep up like, “Hang on, I’ve just arrived—why are we already at the final boss fight??”
I literally had to go, “Hey—hey—slow down, this isn’t a Fast & Furious movie.”
She actually listens, which somehow makes it funnier, because now I feel like I’ve hit the pause button on chaos.
But the whole time, she’s got this amused energy—like she knows I walked in thinking I was the main character, and five minutes later I’m clearly just comic relief.
At one point I’m just staring at the ceiling thinking, “I came in for a massage… why do I feel like I’ve been outplayed?”
And the weirdest part? She seemed way more invested than me. I’m just trying to survive the experience and she’s treating it like it’s the grand final.
So I walk out afterwards, completely confused, slightly impressed, and 100% certain I achieved absolutely nothing I planned.