It took a rather negative experience (and some free time) to prompt me to write my first review, but you have to start somewhere, right? I go for massages a few times a year and have tried several places, so hopefully, this will provide some valuable insights.

Matahari is a nice place, and I’ve always had above-standard experiences there. It was also where I had my first massage, so even though I see that the prices are quite high, I still occasionally visit.

Booking through their website is straightforward: you confirm the day before the massage and then just show up at the designated time and place (Truhlarska near Palladium). At the reception, I give my name, and within seconds or at most a minute, I’m greeted. So, the logistics work well.

Melisa seems friendly, and it’s pleasant to have a bit of small talk with her. A common issue with the salon is the dim lighting, so you’re squinting and hoping not to bump into anything while trying to get a good look at the masseuse (which is why you’re there). Maybe next time, I’ll bring a pirate eye patch?

She sent me to the shower alone (I don’t mind, although some masseuses can make it quite an experience, but I leave it up to them), and then I plopped onto the bed for a back massage. It was fairly pleasant, and she applied pressure at times, so it was a real massage, with her hands exploring all the nooks and crannies. However, there could have been more body-to-body contact; she has a beautiful figure (especially her breasts), so any closer contact would have earned positive points.

I turned onto my back—let’s be honest, this is the most anticipated part of the massage—but she spent most of the time kneeling beside me, focusing on “Mr. Homeowner” with her hands. Occasionally, she used her breasts for a bit of a tease (highlight of the day) and then went back to the basics. No creativity, minimal body-to-body contact, just an aim to finish with minimal effort to create something memorable, something that would make a client want to return.

Finished, wiped down. We still have time. Do you want a bit more back massage?

I was disappointed. In my experience, this was the weakest session. You could argue that I should have asked for this or that, but I don’t want to. Especially for such a high price, I want it to be an experience where the girl shows some initiative, surprises me, and creates a pleasant experience (ideally for both). Other masseuses have been able to provide that. You don’t need years of experience to realize that this was a weak attempt to “get it done” and check it off as “completed.” And I’m definitely not ugly, rude, disgusting, old, hairy, smelly, or fat, so you can’t blame it on me 🙂

At the end, she joined me in the shower for a few seconds to wash my back and then quickly left. Oh well, maybe next time, but definitely somewhere else.

Type of massage: body to body
Duration of massage: 60 minutes
Price of massage: 2300

After a long workday, I needed relaxation in the care of a beautiful girl like… well, really a lot. Sofie’s greeting was brief and “professional,” with no delays. We quickly headed to the shower (outside the room). I found her face attractive, though her lips were a bit too pronounced for my taste, almost as if they were enhanced. However, her body was fantastic. As a lover and fan of larger breasts, I had to settle for smaller ones with nipple piercings, but they suited Sofie perfectly. From the start, she gave me her full attention and managed to create the right “heat.” Her captivating gaze, lips close, nose and cheek contact, hot breath, full-body embrace, etc. – the shower program was top-notch.

On the futon during the massage – no pillow, arms along my body, she instructed me to remove my glasses so I could rest my head, which meant I couldn’t clearly see her “creations” in the mirror. I could only make out her beautiful movements in a blur. What I couldn’t see with my eyes, I felt with my touch. I immediately understood why she insisted I keep my arms by my sides and not support my head with them. My fingers soon felt the soft beauty of her labia and the piercing she had there. As she moved during the massage, my fingertips naturally slid in and out, circled around – a truly exciting sensory/tactile experience. And the same with the other hand.

I had never had anyone’s knee so deeply wedged between my cheeks and balls – but surprisingly, I liked it. Just like her very intense body-to-body contact. She rubbed against me hard, pressed herself against me, I felt her thoroughly, her pussy on my butt, her breasts on my back, I felt amazing and almost climaxed right there on my stomach. She kept whispering “relax,” “relax,” and I didn’t understand what she meant until she said I was like a rock, and I realized she meant to “relax.” But how could I relax when I was so aroused and waves of excitement were coursing through my body?

Even after turning over, it was perfect. Sometimes I felt like I was getting a pussy cat, even though I had a mix. She sensed what I liked and let me enjoy it. It was a shame it was so dark, or rather a red twilight – everything was mainly about touch, but it was intense, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. She loved nudging my stiff rod and watching it sway. She handled it beautifully. The finish in a sixty-nine position was exquisite. When we smiled at each other in the shower afterward, and she asked what I was thinking about, I honestly replied that I was thinking about how beautiful life can be sometimes.

I hope Sofie isn’t done with massages yet because I definitely want to visit her again.

Massage MIX, 60 minutes, 1800 CZK,

My Best “Massage” Experience

The quotation marks are necessary because it had little to do with an actual massage. I didn’t have a gram of oil on me, and we didn’t even pretend to knead my stiff neck.

Better than sex. I’ve read this phrase in several reviews before and didn’t believe it. I’ve had a few massages myself—some better, but there were times I wondered if I’d be better off taking care of myself at my computer. But this session with Tina wasn’t just on another level; it was a different sport altogether.

I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t a massage. This is how I imagine a date with a lover… except for the payment at the end. We agreed on the type of massage (which seems pointless in hindsight), I said I’d pay extra for kissing, and as for the “pussycat,” we’d see how it went.

Then she undressed me, I undressed her, she pushed me onto the bed, and we started cuddling and kissing. Then the underwear came off, and we moved to the shower. What followed was a full-on frontal assault, and I had to steer it a bit towards tender romance. Soaping, stroking, positioning, turning, washing, cuddling—pure bliss.

We dried each other off, and I expected a command like “lie on your stomach and we’ll start.” Instead, it felt like foreplay. Cuddling, kissing (with tongue, just like with a lover), caressing. No script. Then I asked if I could lick her, positioned her as I needed, she spread her legs, and she tasted amazing. She put on quite a show, moaning, clawing at the sheets with her nails. I can’t say if she had an orgasm, but the juices in my mouth were no act.

Then just fragments—she lies next to my cock, strokes it, looks me in the eyes, opens her mouth, and lets a nice glob of saliva drop. Without breaking eye contact, she hit the tip perfectly. Masterpiece! I need to teach my wife this. Another fragment—I want to touch her between her legs and spit on it to make it slick. At that moment, it occurred to me it might be an issue, so I asked her to spit on my hand instead.

Nothing was a problem; not for a second did I feel she’d rather be elsewhere.

Another term from the reviews here—imitation of sex. I finally experienced it. She held my cock between her thighs, clearly outside, but covered it with her hand. As wet as she was, sliding over me, I might not have even noticed if it slipped inside. Nicely in the cowgirl position, energetically, her breasts bouncing, eyes glued to mine. Beautiful.

In fact, it was so beautiful that I had to slow her down, and we agreed I’d finish on her breasts. Me standing, her kneeling, holding her breasts, looking into my eyes. I know I’m repeating myself, but this is so damn sexy! I’ve come on breasts many times, even at home, but Tina took even this to another universe. She started spreading me all over her breasts, I helped a bit, we kissed, then cuddled, so we were totally covered in… well, to use the most accurate term.

With other girls, I’ve experienced them attacking the tissue box after the first drop, but here we just kept cuddling and kissing. Divine. We went to the shower maybe five minutes later, calmly washed up, cuddled… When we were drying off again, the word massage came up. I think she asked how I liked my massage. Then we had to laugh because this really had nothing to do with a massage. I don’t know where they keep the clock, but apparently, there was still time left, so we straightened the crumpled sheets from the previous action, and we continued cuddling, kissing, playing with her breasts, exploring her butt, etc. It lasted until she inevitably whispered in my ear that it was time to finish.

We helped each other get dressed, she disappeared for a moment, then we sorted out the payment—if I understand correctly, two thousand was the base, five hundred each for kissing and the pussycat, and I added another five hundred as a personal bonus (don’t you just love corporate terms in inappropriate places?) because I was truly in seventh heaven.

In previous posts, there are discussions about her figure, breasts, and hips. I must admit she’s not my type, but what she delivered completely overshadowed all other impressions.

Type of massage: I think body to body
Duration of massage: one hour
Price for massage: 3000 CZK
Rating: on a 10-point scale, without a second thought, I give it a 12 ♥️