It wasn't long ago that I wisely wrote here about how a quality erotic massage experience is stored in our heads and I cleverly advised how to set yourself up properly before coming to the salon. And of course, I experienced exactly what I deserved, because pride goes before a fall. It all started with the fact that I couldn't decide whether I wanted to book Bianca, with whom I had already had one great experience, or whether I wanted to continue discovering new additions to the Empire and go see Miss Laura. Although I was very drawn to Bianca, I ultimately decided on Laura and with this retrospectively evaluated wrong decision, when I went against my own intuition, I basically signed a sentence and you can now enjoy a review of how the smart guy came to his misfortune…..
Almost everything was wrong here. Another warning was that I changed my arrival time about three times because my day was getting complicated in various ways, but I ignored these signals too. Upon arriving at the salon, the receptionist told me that the lady was just arriving and that she was stuck in a traffic jam somewhere. I had already noticed that, because it had never happened to me before at Imperium that the lady was not waiting right in the salon, ready. Nevertheless, like an idiot, I paid long before the lady even arrived and lay down on the couch opposite the reception with a shot of rum in my hand. And instead of excitement, doubts started to creep into my head, which Bianka had arrived at the reception. She went there like a monster to discuss something with the receptionist and smiled at me seductively and friendly, groomed, with make-up on and dressed in a sexy outfit from which her breasts almost fell out. And that was the end of me. I totally wanted to grab her hand and go downstairs with her and forget that a Laura stuck in Prague traffic even existed. Before I could recover, the door flew open and Laura, unkempt in some kind of homemade elastics, a sweaty T-shirt and glasses on her nose, appeared and with a lot of apologies announced that she was running to get ready. Well, I was sitting there like a madman, I knew exactly how I should react and what I should do right, but I simply didn't have a day for good decisions. And so the only thing I came to was that I started convincing myself that things would definitely turn out for the better. However, the fact that Laura is Czech and I was in Imperium, where Ukrainian is spoken almost exclusively, really threw me off. And I haven't been going to "our" girls for quite a while. I may have written the reasons here before so I won't repeat myself. I'll just say that I've simply had a great time with Ukrainian girls since my very first massage and I haven't had a bad experience with any of them in all these years….
However, I went to the room to see Laura, who had probably had time to take a shower and put on some sexy lingerie in the meantime, but she probably couldn't see that I wasn't looking too enthusiastic. She probably tried to save it with some friendly conversation, but the sentence she let out, "We don't know each other from somewhere. We've met somewhere before," was probably the worst thing she could have said at that moment and my eroticism was literally at zero and I just said to myself, well, I hope not. But I probably left it completely unanswered and Laura was probably rightly nervous because of me, but I couldn't help it and it was practically impossible to wrap my head around an erotic experience. In the shower, Laura also tried to have some sex talk, but I was disconnected, the chemistry between us was zero, and I couldn't get it out of my head that I had made a mistake and should have chosen Bianca...
With that, I passively and resignedly collapsed on the futon and told myself that I would at least get a proper massage. I had become exactly the type of client that no masseuse would want and I didn't recognize myself at all. Just an honest day's worth of crap, when I shouldn't have even gotten out of the house in the morning. However, Laura looks exactly as she is depicted in the photos of the salon. I'm adding to the review the one that actually attracted me to her the most. She's more like thirty years old. Natural breasts, let's say a little tired, but still actually nice. The girl is definitely not ugly and she even tried quite hard to somehow reverse the disharmony that had arisen between us. She managed to do it exactly at the moment when she stuck her rather nice ass out in the mirror for me and I, looking intently at her pussy, finally knew how to deal with most of the remaining time so that it wouldn't be a complete failure. I didn't hesitate for long and told her that I would like to massage her. She was quite taken aback by my previous behavior, but I think she accepted it quite gratefully. And then the best and, fortunately, the longest part of our meeting began. I deliberately took my time and the atmosphere started to move in the right direction after all and then at a certain point I started to say to myself. Well, you see. You can eventually lick your way out of this mess. And I probably would have if I hadn't made another wrong decision and instead of letting her do my hand, I finally got aroused and knelt down.
Lately I've been looking for young beauties on the verge of adulthood (I'm young myself, but not that young), which are now offered in Imperium. I have a good experience with them, but something is missing. Young ladies, a body to die for, a good kisser, they boldly approach the conquest of their treasure, but it's so willing and obliging that you get over it. It's not like getting attention (even if paid, but it's still about appearance, appearance, own activity) from a woman with a higher sociosexual status. So I choose the last two cases differently, here I'll describe Katy from Candy Shop.
Katy is a slim rocket of a taller build, the parameters from the website fit (173 cm, 50 kg, 2 boobs), the age of 24 needs to be raised a few units, but she won't be more than 28. She comes to the bar on Šumavská in a completely black dress, below her ass, nice legs, I don't remember her heels, she probably didn't have them, that would have been too tall, she's still slightly taller than me. We shake hands, introduce ourselves, I have a tonic and we walk together down a long corridor to a room at the end of the corridor. However, there's silence along the way, anyone who knows the place knows that the corridor is long. I get the feeling that I'm there with a top racket who's waiting for me to lead.
Here's a side note, there's not much to chat about with the ladies from Imperia, so the meeting is reduced to eroticism, I tend to be active there. I manage to do it naturally with the girl-next-door type ladies, she's open, so it's not much different from a normal conversation in everyday life. But here we are in a situation where the racket can become an ice queen or I can warm her up. I put down the tonic, she's still at the door, I follow her, as if I've already thought of something, of course I don't have anything. I put my hands on her hips, she on my shoulders, we stomp on each other, in the end I get around it by asking for extras. She offers to kiss, I take it, but we're definitely not in a situation where we're going to start getting drunk right away. I slide my hands down her ass, she pulls my shirt off my pants. With any closeness of our faces, the kissing hangs in the air, but neither of us go for it. Regarding the leadership, we're getting into the setup here, where we're somehow leading it together step by step. Raketa offers me leadership, that if I knew more and grasped more, she'd come after me (who knows how she'd react, she'd like it, she wouldn't like it, but here she caught me off guard), but she also definitely gives the impression that she'd do it all herself. As a result, we move forward and we both come to terms with each other in a personal meeting of two people.
We continue to undress, shirts over our heads, dresses over our heads, with paws in our embrace I start to undress, it has some "safety" hooks, I order to turn, the bra comes down, I take off my panties straight away, my ass is luxurious. Somehow it naturally turns out that we don't know much about pulling up our pants yet. I take them off myself, Raketa goes to put something away, we go to the shower.
Here Raketa is first, the first in the shower, she's already turning on the water. This is what I normally do and I watch the masseuse's assertiveness, whether she lets herself be washed or takes the shower away from me, we start talking about the temperature of the water, who washes who, etc. Well, here I feel like I have something to catch up on. Raketa is first and I am stimulated to be more active. We wash each other, I offer to wash my back. I run my back from the top down, I go down to my ass, she provocatively presses her ass against my dick, I give her a few thrusts between her halves. Unlike talking, we enjoy our eroticism together. I knead her beautiful tits just right in my hand, not everyone has this kind of anti-stress material. The sensors are on, but no higher arousal of the nipples is observed. I turn, I wash myself from the front, at one point we get closer, we start kissing lightly, longer and more passionate kissing occurs only on the back. The question is whether once or twice, before coming I decided that once, so I choose twice. We take a position, Rocket is in front of me diagonally from the side, she has a good grip, heads together, she sighs at it, I stroke her back and ass. However, after a week of work and swimming in the evenings, I hold her like a boar. When Rocket takes a break with her hand, I suggest that once on the futon will be enough. But Raketa gets around to it with the words: “If you want twice, you get twice.” And he picks up the pace again, the grip, the sighs, that it really works for me and I sprinkle it in the corner of the shower. Cleaning, a cleansing shower and we go to the futon.
I lie down on my stomach, Raketa starts by scraping without oil, it's pleasant, social pressure leaves me and I start a conversation. Some vacations, sports, they say they don't exercise, this body is a gift of nature. He understands Czech well, it's just that sometimes something needs to be repeated, or we easily misunderstand each other on details. Before he lies down on me, he runs his hand between my halves in a strange way. I don't experience this anywhere else, it's actually pleasant, I don't know what Raketa means by that, but I think to myself that I obviously washed my ass well in the shower, considering that I came straight from work. I was more likely to avoid my background. Then she lies on top of me, sighs nicely in my ear, sticks her knee between my legs and rides my tits from the side a few times.
I tell her that I would also massage her, she understands that right away, so let's do it. Here I show a slight disorientation. I look for the oil, I even lick the side of the bed and ask where she put it. Of course, I had it at my feet originally. A similar situation will arise sometime
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