And I’ll add one more Monika. But this year, for the third time, I got burned (and hopefully that’s enough). That’s what happens when two chosen masseuses fall ill on the same day, and I stubbornly insist on getting a massage, even though everything suggested I should have just given up that day.
At Rabbit Hall, I tried to book several selected masseuses at the last minute, but none were available. The operator eventually sent me a short list of masseuses who were still available, so I picked Monika, even though I knew she wasn’t exactly my type (duck face), but I remembered some positive reviews and that she’s a MILF with natural breasts, a great body, and maybe some “dirty talk.” I thought I’d try something new/different.
First of all, age 30?! Why? “And who benefits from this, huh?” Certainly not the masseuse. I felt deceived right at the door, and I couldn’t shake off that feeling. So, age with a deviation of +- doesn’t bother me; it’s the actual deception that does. I thought, okay. But the welcome was like a cold, sullen fish. After leading me to the room, she instructed me where to undress and ran off to get a drink.
I sighed loudly, rolled my eyes, and gave myself a proper facepalm. For the first time, I considered leaving, but I didn’t have the guts. Yes, that’s how much of an impression the introduction made on me. Upon her return, I chose the cheapest massage, and I felt like Monika was now rolling her eyes. We definitely didn’t hit it off.
She led me to the shower, where I washed myself; she didn’t offer a shared one. She left the room again to get oil, which she could have done while I was in the shower. Her communication was like that of an irritated older, well-maintained sexy bartender with a deep cleavage, trying to be nice while pouring a drink to keep you there and get a tip, but who has dealt with too many lewd guys.
She chewed gum during the massage. She’s a pro. On my stomach, I received probably the highest quality sports massage of my whole body that I’ve ever experienced in an erotic salon. Yes, that was really good, hard, and long. Then some B2B, but GFE—what’s the opposite of GFE? EX-WE? Something cold like that. When I started to stroke her hand, she lifted it; when I placed my hand on her, she moved it. She positioned herself and spread her legs towards the wall where there was no mirror, and when turning towards the mirror, she kept her thighs tightly together so I couldn’t see anything. She made it clear she wasn’t going to profit from me.
She commanded me to turn over, and I saw her sexy butt, which was really beautiful and luxurious considering her age. Her breasts were also fine, larger C-cups, already succumbing to gravity, but that’s natural. Overall, there’s nothing to criticize about her figure. Beautiful. Monika didn’t even look at me and started with B2B, with her butt within reach. She began to moan a little. She massaged me with her butt, allowing me to touch her breasts a bit.
Barely 10 minutes after turning over, she moved between my knees, where she sat with her legs spread (but again so I couldn’t see anything) and closed eyes, and gave me a rather nice short massage. But soon Monika lifted herself a bit, and a harsh handjob followed. My penis started to hurt from it. Monika didn’t plan to delay anything; I grabbed her breast and imagined another woman. I wanted this ordeal to be over as soon as possible. After climaxing, Monika continued at a fast pace, which ruined the climax even more. I closed my eyes and couldn’t imagine a final cuddle with this ice queen. Of course, Monika didn’t even consider it.
After a brief caress and wiping, she “woke me up” and suddenly smiled like a best friend and invited me to the shower. There, with feigned interest, she asked me all sorts of questions. Her tone was now more pleasant, and she washed me thoroughly. With a smile, she offered me another drink and bottled water. So I waited.
In my head, I thought, Monika, it’s too late for this; you can’t save it now. She just wanted to delay me and end it on a good note. I’m not stupid, not that much. I still left the street after 55 minutes. So, in the end, there was also a time rip-off, like a rotten cherry on a cake that fell under the table in spilled drinks. You could argue that I behaved inappropriately or disgusted her somehow, but I really have no idea how or when.
The only positives: a sexy tanned natural body, a full-body sports massage, plenty of fluids.
After the masseuse xP explained the different types of massages at RH, I realized that Monika essentially fulfilled the content of this type of massage, so from that perspective, I’d have to give it a thumbs up, but with the atmosphere, aloofness, GFE -1, approach, time, and age deception, I rate it poorly. I felt like I was bothering her, and that’s bad. And I’ll never choose an erotic mix again.
Erotic mix 60 minutes 1800 CZK.