Given that I’m approaching 50 years of my life with gentle steps and haven’t experienced anything particularly exciting, I decided to start looking around. I’m not a writer or a language expert, so I’m just writing as it comes to me.

So, I’m browsing the internet and stumble upon these pages. I was intrigued by the reviews of the girls. I kept reading until I found something I’ve been longing for—a girl of Asian descent—which brought a smile to my face. I thought, yes, this is what I want.

Without hesitation, I clicked on the girl, thinking, damn, I’m too old for her. Why am I not younger? Oh well, I decided to take the risk, thinking it might work out or not. I navigated to the main page, found the link to the girl, and checked out what she offered. I thought, yeah, I’ll give it a try.

I sent a short message on WhatsApp on Wednesday and got an immediate response. I expressed my interest in a specific girl, and she set a date for me. I chose Friday at 5 PM and confirmed, having booked a particular massage. They suggested discussing the details with the girl on-site. I thanked them and looked forward to it.

On the big day, after a night shift, I woke up and, since I’m not from Prague, I used Google Maps to find out when I’d arrive. It turned out to be a two-hour drive, so my plans from previous days started to crumble. I decided to leave even earlier to arrive calmly, park, and get my bearings. I took a quick shower, got in the car, and headed from the north to our capital.

The drive went smoothly, just as planned. But, of course, this is Prague, so the one-hour drive stretched to 2.5 hours. As I got closer to the designated spot, time was running short, and I got more nervous. To add to it, I needed to pee, probably from the nerves, but there was nowhere to stop quickly (traffic jams).

I finally arrived four minutes before the scheduled time. I found a parking spot by chance and quickly parked. I ran to a nearby Vietnamese shop to exchange some change for parking fees.

180 meters from the parking spot was my destination. I was so nervous I saw the stop and the doors but thought, damn, there are two doors, where’s the bell? Nervous as hell, I messaged on WhatsApp, and they sent me a photo immediately. I rang the bell and waited, but I might have missed the buzz or expected someone to open the door, but nothing happened. I rang again, heard the buzz, pushed the door, and went in. Following the WhatsApp instructions, I went down the stairs, so nervous that I almost slipped and fell. Somehow, I managed to stay on my feet and made it to the door.

Suddenly, the door opened, and there was the girl I had booked. What can I say? My jaw dropped, and I didn’t even notice what she was wearing. I was so fascinated that my brain probably shut down. Anyway, she offered her delicate hand, greeted me, and introduced herself.

I might have mumbled something. She led me down a narrow path to the room. I politely asked if they had a restroom since I had been driving for 2.5 hours. She escorted me back to the restroom, and I relieved myself, thinking, damn, I’ll get lost and won’t find the room. I washed my hands and came out, and there she was, waiting for me. Phew, what a relief.

We entered the room, and then the embarrassing part began for me. The girl asked what kind of massage I wanted, and I, as if I forgot how to speak, couldn’t articulate what I wanted or had ordered. My phone helped, and I mentioned I wanted extra kissing. But when I saw her and myself, I immediately thought, not like this, and opted for a discounted massage from the site.

The girl said she’d be ready in two minutes and left. I took out my money. She returned quickly, wearing only a towel. She asked if I wanted a shared shower, which I did.

She dropped the towel, and I admired her beautiful, tall Asian figure. To prevent drooling, I kept my mouth shut. I undressed, and we went to the shower. It was clear—she soaped my back and gently washed it. Then she turned me around and washed me with her gentle hands, lightly washing my little friend, who stood like a nail. Of course, she soaped herself, enticing me with her body. After some hesitation and shyness, I lightly caressed her shoulder and back, giving a gentle kiss on her neck. It was lovely (for me).

We got out, and she asked me to lie on my stomach, which I did. She started massaging, or rather it tickled my body, then poured warm oil on my leg and slowly massaged my tense muscles. Occasionally, she brushed against my position, not the eggs. Then she massaged the other leg, spending so much time on it that I feared time would run out, and I’d die on my stomach.

After some time, she poured oil on my back and buttocks. At this point, experiencing her body sliding over mine was amazing, especially when she leaned in close to my ear and gently whispered and breathed into it. It made my little friend twitch. And the gentle nibbling on my ear was something else.

After a while, she went to the shower and returned in a minute. She poured oil on herself, turned around, and her intimate area was above my head. I could see her in the mirror, sliding over my body, feeling her nipples.

After some teasing, I turned around, and the cuddling became so intense that my little friend stood firm. As she rubbed against me and slid over me, it was impossible to resist, especially when she moved so close that our noses touched, hinting at a kiss. I imagined kissing her, and her beautiful smile, allowing me to caress and kiss her soft mounds (breasts), was simply amazing.

Finally, in the 69 position, I watched her intimate area while she skillfully teased my little friend with her hand. I almost crushed her buttocks with my hands.

I did order the “Pussy Cat” service, but I’m unsure of the boundaries or what one can or cannot do.

For me, this was an unprecedented experience.

Afterward, we shared a shower where she helped wash my back while I washed my front. I wanted to help wash her back, but my shyness held me back, so I quickly exited the shower.

The truth is, the girl Azalea got into my head. Would I visit her again? Definitely, but I’d probably inquire more about what I can and cannot do. Hopefully, I won’t be as nervous next time.

Oh, and I didn’t notice much that she didn’t speak Czech well, as I enjoyed the music, the lovely environment, mirrors, and candlelight.

She led me to the door, offered her hand, and I lightly kissed her cheek. And like a fool, I only kissed one cheek, even though she leaned in for me to kiss the other one too. Well, you can’t hide being shy.

All in all, I can’t really rate it because this was my first massage ever. I was nervous, and everywhere I read that you’re not supposed to touch the masseuse. So, I don’t know.

Length of massage: 90 minutes
3200 CZK
Pussy Cat

So, one rainy evening, I decided to visit Cukrátek. After some deliberation, I chose Vanessa. Being a breast man, I wanted to enjoy the view a bit. The arrangement was as smooth as usual, I arrived 5 minutes early and it was no problem. Initially, the receptionist directed me to an inner courtyard with a sign saying something like “You are not safe here,” but I waited there for about half a minute to avoid bumping into another client, and then I was let downstairs. I was offered a drink and waited for my masseuse. Occasionally, a red-haired lady would pass by, and I had a hunch she might be Vanessa, but she didn’t really look at me, so I wasn’t sure. I was still dealing with something on my phone when, right on time, the lady arrived and greeted me. The welcome was lukewarm, not a word more than necessary, and she led me to the room.

As for Vanessa, she’s (probably) a Ukrainian lady with a full figure in pleasant green dress. She might not be the type I’d turn my head for on the street, but she’s charming, though something about her approach seemed off… I thought to myself, maybe still waters run deep. She gestured toward the room next to the bar, and we left.

It was my first time in this room, and I have to say, I was surprised by its size—probably the largest room I’ve been in. Unexpectedly, the lady started hugging me and, in a girlfriend-like manner, began cuddling and slowly undressing me. Then I helped her, and wow… those breasts are truly incredible. She guided my hands to them, and I could play around. For the first time, a lady was attending to my friend even before the shower. She pressed close, and it felt like she wanted to kiss, there was this unique vibe I hadn’t experienced before. After a while, she led me to the shower, and my worries vanished. Things started to escalate into a whirlwind where I lost track of time. She definitely knows what a man likes. The shower couldn’t be described as “cleansing.” Even as we washed, she kept communicating, teasing, and attending to the leader.

Then she did something that really surprised me… She turned around, leaned against the glass, and stuck out her backside. So, I played a little, and she drew a heart on the glass. Initially surprised, I found myself quite taken by it. Then she pressed against me again and asked if I could handle two rounds, saying she wanted to finish me off in the shower. I didn’t need much convincing, and she knelt down, and I surrendered shortly after. I thought, okay, I’ll wait to catch my breath, and then we’ll continue. But hold on… the shower didn’t end there, and she continued with an erotic shower.

After a while, with my legs slightly tingling, I lay down and said I needed a bit more focus on my back and legs. She had no problem with that and began a very pleasant relaxing massage, applying pressure, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. At that moment, I almost forgot it was supposed to be an erotic massage, but the lady reminded me soon enough. As she moved around, she occasionally brushed against my friend, very pleasantly maintaining the atmosphere. Then she started with B2B, and I confirmed that girls with her kind of figure are simply the best for it. She moaned in my ear, kissed, rubbed beautifully, yet still managed to massage with her hands. After about 15 minutes, she turned me onto my back and sat on me, kissing my neck, and for a moment, I felt like she might take him inside—it really felt like being with a lover. She slid over me beautifully, positioned herself, kept putting her breasts in my hands, and occasionally something else, which really got me. She switched between several positions, and when she sat with her back to me, she leaned back, placed my hands on her breasts, and continued. It wasn’t the quick kind of hand job, but a thorough and slow teasing. I felt it coming, and without me saying anything, Vanessa slowed down, turned to me, and gave a mischievous smile. She did this about three more times and then let me simmer. She then lay next to me, and for about 5 minutes, we cuddled. Another shower followed, which again wasn’t cleansing. Another round wasn’t happening, or they’d probably have to call an ambulance for me. Well, we got dressed, and there was a gentle farewell where she asked if I’d come back to see her again (definitely). I left with my legs and tongue tingling, googling stroke symptoms just to be safe.

All in all, Vanessa is the best I’ve experienced so far. Appearance-wise, she wasn’t my type, but after the massage, she definitely is.

B2B Massage
Duration: 60 minutes
Paid: 2000 czech crowns