Since I’m a local and hadn’t been there before, I thought, why not give it a try? I might be repeating myself, but life is short and beautiful, and just one review convinced me to test out Sakura.

The doorbell is nicely and clearly labeled. As I descended the stairs, it reminded me a bit of the steps to RH (just a little side note).

At the door, I was greeted by the slender and stunning Sakura. Sakura left me alone for a moment to undress while she prepared the oil and brought me a cola. Upon returning, she also undressed and we headed to the shower. I should mention that I noticed a unique aspect of communication. Although Sakura speaks English, I suspect other beauties might ask how we’d like to communicate next time. A pretty cool feature of this place. In the shower, there was a lot of cuddling, kissing, light moaning, and mutual washing. Unfortunately, the only downside I noticed about this place is their shower is really small, but we managed to fit in there. The curtain didn’t help much either. But I think next time I’ll try a different masseuse, which will surely be interesting and different.

Back to my premiere with Sakura. I’ll just refer to her as Saki. After a light mutual wash and drying off, I lay down for the body-to-body massage. Regarding Saki’s creativity, there’s definitely room for improvement and new ideas. But honestly, Saki wasn’t afraid to get close right from the start, cuddling, occasionally kissing my neck, caressing, and giving sweet kisses here and there. It wasn’t long before I was invited to turn over. After turning, we cuddled, started kissing beautifully, and before I knew it, she offered me her treasure to play with. Smoothly shaved, beautiful, and fragrant. That’s how it should be. Since I chose the pussycat massage for my premiere, she allowed me to play and tease to my heart’s content. There was even a 69, she applied oil on herself, and it was great. I was never bored, didn’t just wait for the turn, and chatting in English with Saki wasn’t bad at all. I did stutter a bit, but Sakura understood my unique speech. As for the music, if possible, next time a bit quieter. Otherwise, it was perfect. I had to try this place to know where to return during my long trips or which girl to visit. Since it’s close to home, this address is definitely convenient. The place is located opposite the bus stop 131, heading towards Bořislavka, so I commend the excellent transport accessibility.

I was almost surprised but found it great that I even managed to please Sakura. Not much, but I really did it. This isn’t common, so I was a bit surprised (in a good way), but it was a win-win situation. As for the handwork, next time I need to manage it better and remind myself. I felt Saki went straight for it without much teasing or a slow build-up. But overall, the entire booked and agreed hour wasn’t bad at all. Every massage is different and varies in intensity. So, the initial experience was there, and I think Sakura found it very nice and interesting in its own way… I hope. Either way, the massage with Saki was great, and I definitely plan a repeat after some time.

P.S. Despite arriving stressed, tense, and nervous, I left relaxed, refreshed, calm, and in a very good mood. Plus, the rest of the evening, I felt warmth throughout my body and had no fear or anxiety. I slept wonderfully and fell asleep with a smile, convinced I lived Saturday to the fullest and just as I wanted.

Recommendation: Yes
Repeat: Also yes

Type of massage: Pussycat massage
Duration: 60 minutes
Price: 2400,- (+ extras 700,-)

Enticing photos, two glowing reviews, a springtime mood… all of these came together with a successful booking. From the very first moments, Sandy seemed a bit different from most of the masseuses I’ve met at the parlor. Both in appearance and demeanor. This girl is lucky—what others achieve with makeup or Botox, she has naturally. Big eyes, sensual full lips. Fairly tall and slim, with soft skin. I admit, for breast enthusiasts, her chest might be a disappointment; they’re like beads of girlish shapes. But if you browse through the profiles of all the girls at the parlor, Sandy is the only one with a size 1, so you can’t really be surprised. What really got me was her approach. Not only is she nice, but she’s not afraid to make contact. This might be that mythical GFE… The massage has that kind of foreplay, a nice feeling that tickles your ego. As if it were more than just a paid service and a beautiful girl trying not to rush it, for a moment you feel like she actually likes you (!) and wants to enjoy it too, within the rules. Sure, it’s a game, but it gets you.

We’ve all experienced a nice massage that unexpectedly intensifies and turns into a ride. Posing in front of mirrors, perfect timing, and creativity. It builds up, you enjoy it, and when it’s over, you know you have a few minutes before you leave. But during that remaining time, you’re not thinking about what could have been different, about any mistake in choosing (the salon or the girl), or whether it should have been more directed… You’re not wondering if verbal clarification would have helped. You’re not planning to misbehave a bit more in the shower, knowing you won’t see each other again. None of this happens because everything just worked out that day, you have pure joy and no regrets (not about yourself, her, or the money). I digressed a bit, back on track: The initial shower with Sandy was quite intimate (after all, we’ve known each other for about 5 minutes and have been naked for about 2), she’s not afraid of a hug. More of a cuddly intimacy, but it didn’t escalate, not even a hint for the first round. Returning to the room, where it’s pleasantly warm, with enough light—she asks about the setup. Communication in English is no problem, but we didn’t talk much. I’d categorize the back massage as erotic, with just the right amount of oil. A few slides, using her knee and butt for the more forceful elements. Lived experience, intertwining fingers, moaning. She massages the butt, but more discreetly, doesn’t tease the perineum, doesn’t check the equipment.

The atmosphere thickens after the turn. Just as it was possible to beautifully perceive her moving body when she lay on my back, similar situations surprisingly occur even after turning over. Posing in the mirror is one thing, but teasing with the body is damn sexy… Girl, how do you know I’m not a pushy jerk who would take this as an invitation? I reciprocate the trust, continue the game, not wanting to ruin the tension. Instead of a frontal assault, I get a b2b, but Sandy is lying the other way around, with her ankles near my head. She’s swaying, legs bent, butt sticking out, divine view. I won’t prolong the description, you probably already understand that I enjoyed the massage. A quick finish, I can’t slow this down, and there wasn’t much time left anyway. A trip to the shower, but it still feels just right, nothing like cleaning the room-payment-reception, with another guy coming up next. (Of course, I know this, so it doesn’t need to be shown.)

Epilogue—I’m not one for repeats, perhaps out of fear that the second time would lack the tension, curiosity, the discovery of the unknown. I’ve come close twice, but either the timing didn’t work out, or I didn’t make it, and the girl disappeared.

Expectations were high, I took a risk, and the repeat didn’t disappoint me = even the second time, I wasn’t disappointed with the massage with Sandy. The process was similar, a slight change in appearance (eye makeup, thicker eyeliner) + different nail polish.
60min, winter warming (B2B), paid 2 thousand crowns