I booked through WhatsApp and arranged the masseuse and the discount for the prize with the operator. I asked about the Pussycat option Diana offers and was informed that it’s based on mutual attraction. The arrangement with the operator was very professional, the responses were quick, and in the end, she sent me a summary with the address, entry instructions for the salon, and a link to a map. Perfect.
On the designated day, I arrived at the salon. The directions from the operator were accurate, and I didn’t pay much attention to the people at the bus stop. After ringing the bell, I was immediately let into the building. On my way to the basement, I was slightly confused by the open doors to the neighboring restaurant’s facilities, and a strong odor from the trash and kitchen hit my nose, permeating the entire hallway. Fortunately, these weren’t the doors to the salon, which was one floor lower.
I rang the doorbell, and Diana opened almost immediately. Honestly, there was no “wow” effect at first glance. I immediately noticed a slightly larger backside, hips, and then quickly narrowing thighs and calves. Diana is by no means overweight, but she’s the kind of woman you can get a good grip on. She wasn’t exactly the type of girl I was expecting, and it was a bit disappointing. But that’s purely my subjective feeling, and with my extra pounds, I have no right to criticize anyone.
She showed no emotion or smile on her face and just quietly asked who I was there for. I said I was there for Diana. She said that was her and shook my hand to welcome me. The greeting was very formal; I didn’t receive a welcoming hug or a kiss on the cheek, as is customary in other salons. I felt like I might not have made a good impression on her, and that this wouldn’t be my top massage.
Diana invited me to follow her. She led me through the maze of the salon to the farthest room, where there was a black-covered mattress on the floor, a few pieces of furniture, and a rectangular shower that could comfortably fit two people. She handed me a printed list of the salon’s offerings and asked what I would choose. Initially, I considered the pussycat, but after this introduction, it no longer appealed to me. So, I opted for the extended 90-minute B2B as I had booked with the operator and mentioned it was a prize. Diana went somewhere to verify it and calculate the additional payment. She quickly returned and told me the amount and that I should pay her immediately.
Unfortunately, I only had thousand-crown bills in my wallet and no two-hundred-crown bills to give her the exact amount. Diana didn’t have smaller bills for change. I thought about it for a moment and then suggested switching to the pussycat if it would make it easier for her to give change. I didn’t want to go for that option in this situation, but I did want to have some contact during the massage. Diana firmly replied that the pussycat was not available. Well, it didn’t bother me, but it did bruise my ego a bit because it was the first time a masseuse had refused me. She said she’d find some change. After a while, Diana returned with a handful of crumpled hundred-crown bills and some fifty-crown coins. She told me to go to the shower alone. She showed me where to pick up the folded towel on the floor and said she’d come after I showered.
I left the money I received for change on the chair, undressed, and went to shower. I was cold from the outside, so I enjoyed the shower for quite a while. I washed myself thoroughly and leisurely because I wasn’t looking forward to this massage at all and wanted to kill some time. Honestly, I’m not really into massages. I primarily seek GFE and cuddling during massages, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of an erotic atmosphere here.
After drying off, I lay down on my stomach on the black mattress, in a passive position with my hands folded under my chin, waiting for Diana to come, just to get it over with. I didn’t even look around, so if someone else had come in, I probably wouldn’t have noticed.
After a while, Diana arrived. Honestly, I don’t know if she undressed there or if she came in already undressed. I was so annoyed that I didn’t even want to look at her and just tried to hide my feelings. Diana also didn’t speak at all. Without a word, she “washed” me with a generous amount of oil, and I caught a glimpse of her doing the same to herself in the front mirror. Then she started the massage.
Diana began massaging me with her backside. She slid her entire body weight from my spine outward, gradually from top to bottom to the tailbone. Then she turned the other way and continued from top to bottom again. She followed with a massage of my backside and gradually moved to my legs. Again, using her body weight, she massaged the muscles on my thighs and calves. She performed the massage both kneeling beside me from the side and straddling my legs, where I could feel the gentle stubble of her cat brushing against me. At one point, she kneeled into my groin so thoroughly that she slightly pressed on my package, but fortunately, there was no harm done. I immediately recalled a well-known song about a stepped-on Dářbuján, which amused me a bit. Throughout, I lay motionless in the same passive position with my hands folded, not even looking at Diana or trying to make any physical or verbal contact with her. I don’t remember the choreography of this part of the massage, only that it was thorough and forceful because when Diana massages with her body weight, knees, and elbows, it occasionally hurt quite a bit.
I lay there angrily on my stomach, thinking to myself, “Let this be over.” At that moment, Diana was sliding her entire weight with her backside over my back again. And suddenly, I realized it actually felt pleasant. Her round backside was perfect for massages, and she was using that tool incredibly well. So, I looked directly at Diana without the mirror and honestly told her that I really liked it. Diana smiled for the first time and whispered softly, shyly, with an angelic voice, “Thank you.” And at that moment, I felt more embarrassed than ever before. Diana was genuinely trying to give me a good massage, and I was acting like a complete jerk and a sulky little kid because things were different from what I had imagined before the massage.
Suddenly, my inner frustration faded away, and I began to focus on and enjoy the massage. I started taking advantage of every moment when Diana’s hands were nearby or when she was leaning against me to touch her, play with her fingers on her hands and feet, and pay attention to her face. Whenever I liked a particular element of her choreography, I complimented her or said it felt nice. And each time, Diana shyly and gently whispered, “Thank you,” with a light, shy smile. At that moment, I also noticed how her hair was styled, that beautiful strand of hair falling into her face, often tickling me, and how sexy it was. And when she smiled, I noticed she had a beautiful face and was truly pretty. What a difference from the distant person at the door.
Suddenly, I started seeing the massage in a completely different light and began to enjoy it. In this part, she was moving over me in various positions on my stomach, massaging me with her breasts and cat, and all the B2B elements were there as they should be. Every time she got close to my head, she gently and really softly purred, as my colleague Sktr perfectly described it as a mouse. When Diana was near my head, she added more contact, kissing my ears, licking them with the tip of her tongue, and softly blowing on them while purring. This part completely revived me, and I was back to being my cheerful and playful self.
About a third of the massage had passed, and I felt it was time for a change. I suggested turning over and that if Diana was tired from massaging, I would massage her to make up for my botched introduction. After I turned over, Diana knelt beside me and began gently and tenderly caressing my body. She often reached for my friend and gave him a little attention. It wasn’t forceful, as is often the case, but more like gentle caressing. My friend appreciated this kind of attention and quickly woke up. I had to tell Diana several times that I didn’t want to finish so quickly. I started paying more and more attention to her breasts, which are exactly my type. Perfectly fitting in my hand, firm 1.5 with prominent nipples that responded beautifully to touch. And when she brushed them against my body or moved them around the tip of my friend along with her feather-light touches, it was an incomparably blissful feeling. I could touch them or play with them with my tongue to my heart’s content, with no hint of distance or prohibition. More and more often, there was nose-to-nose contact, kissing, purring into my ear, hints of kisses, and everything that should be in a massage. Compared to other massages, everything was gentler, softer, and shyer.
I observed Diana at work, and she was genuinely giving it her all. Gradually, we increased our conversation, and I didn’t hesitate to tell Diana my pleasant feelings about her massage and how much I liked it when she smiled. She has a very nice smile. Diana gradually warmed up and smiled more and more often, and I felt more and more ashamed of myself.
We had already established contact, and since I didn’t want to finish yet, I took the initiative and decided to massage Diana myself. I rolled her onto her back and began my choreography. Masseuses usually praise my performance, and it was clear that Diana was enjoying it too. The ice had completely melted, and Diana and I started having fun. I playfully tickled her and provocatively teased and annoyed her, and she joined in, playfully retaliating, and the smile never left her face. Of course, I didn’t forget about touches down below, but I didn’t want to ruin the delicate atmosphere. Gradually, I worked my way to massaging her labia, but I didn’t dare venture further into intimate territory. I massaged Diana there for about a minute, but I couldn’t resist asking if it bothered her. Diana whispered that it did this week. That explained the refusal of the pussycat at the beginning, and my bruised ego returned to normal. We were just having fun together, as I’m used to during massages, and it was clear we were both enjoying it. This was followed by Diana turning onto her stomach, and once again, I didn’t leave any part of her body unmassaged.
As the end of the massage approached, Diana wanted to finish me off as well. So, I lay on my stomach, and Diana knelt right beside me, but in a way that I could reach her anywhere. With her gentle and tender style, she caressed and stroked my friend like a feather, played with my balls, and thoroughly stimulated my perineum. I decided to reciprocate some of the elements. I’ll skip the details, but it’s a shame I hit the wrong timing. But Diana didn’t resist my touches, even though my wayward hand often wandered where it shouldn’t, and it was visibly not against her. It was impossible to hold out for long, and I surrendered. I’m very particular about the technique of the conclusion. I don’t like it when a girl leaves me to finish on my own, but rather I need to be actively milked to the end; otherwise, I have an interrupted orgasm. In this case, everything went as it should, and Diana stopped only when she saw she couldn’t get any more out of me.
After she finished me off, she gently wiped me with tissues. There were still a few minutes left, so she snuggled up to me from the side. She gently played with my stubble on my chin, tried to braid dreadlocks from the hair on my chest, scratched me, and we continued to cuddle and tease each other. Then came the shower. Diana told me she would help wash off the oil, but she wanted to shower herself afterward with a different shampoo due to dry skin. The shower was cleansing, but Diana tried to help me. Then it was time to get dressed and leave. After my “conversion,” I really enjoyed Diana’s massage, and I decided to give her a small tip. Upon leaving, I received water to drink, a kiss on each cheek, a lovely hug, and I left. I ran up those long stairs of theirs, and before disappearing around the corner, something told me to look back at the top. Diana was still standing in the doorway, waving at me. And once again, I felt deeply embarrassed…
A massage with Diana is unique. I deliberately wrote in such detail because I actually understand all the previous reviewers, even the colleague who left halfway through the massage. Diana is charmingly unique. She’s quiet, shy, very gentle and delicate, and she needs time before you win her over. Maybe some won’t succeed during the massage. I’m really glad that after the awkward start, I tuned into Diana during the massage and that it was a mutually beautiful time spent. Will I repeat? If I haven’t upset Diana with this review, I’d love to return sometime because this girl will probably stay in my mind for a long time.
Type of massage: B2B
Duration of massage: 90 minutes
Price of massage: 2600 CZK