So...I didn't know if I should post this or not...given that she / they have SO MANY reviews...and such a strong and loyal following. Ultimately I decided to go forward with it, since there might be some guy out there who like me is totally new to all this, and has expectation similar to mine, and accordingly dissimilar to most of you.
So...as you may have read here...
http://www.massageplanet.net.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=200946
...I had decided to give the MPA thing a try as an alternative to all the fucking around I typically do, as I am TRYING to actually give this (semi) monogamy thing a shot.
And..as you may have read here...
http://www.massageplanet.net.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=201160
..I have had one experience so far, and while QUITE pleasant, it wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
So...based on the many and strong recommendations of my fellow massageplanet.netites (am I a member of the club yet? Because my going to strip clubs didn't seem to count for many people...) I decided to pay Shirley / Chang's a visit.
I called early (11:00am) the morning I wanted to make my visit, and secured an afternoon appointment. Based on my previous experience of arriving exactly on time and finding my host not exactly ready, along with Shirley telling me in advance she had an appointment before me, I didn't hustle and was in fact about 15 minutes late. It turns out Shirley had been expecting me to be on time - in fact she called my home to follow up when I did not arrive at the appointed hour (her message was very discrete, and I live alone, so there was no issue...I mention this just so that YOU are aware this could happen). Chang's is a located in a Class "C" office park, with a very discreet presence. Parking however is an issue....there are a limited number of spots. I am not exactly sure what guidance to give you here, as there is no street parking...
The facility itself is quite clean - not exactly super modern or world class, but I had already adjusted my expectations down from what I might see at an upscale resort spa based on my last experience. Shirley herself pretty much fit the picture I had in mind when I started this...a not at all unattractive woman, but CLEARLY not 23 years old either. I myself do not have a particular attraction to Asians (not saying anything is wrong with them...saying they don't get my blood boiling like Latinas and big booty white gurls...), but I could see how if a guy was married to an Asian and hence attracted to them, he might think "man...I sure hope my wife looks that good when she is that age...."...as in she looked GREAT for her age...but her age was no secret.
I was instructed to shower (instructed...versus Sarah who offered the option), and thinking that perhaps a failure to do so might negatively impact my experience, I did, despite the fact that the shower was such that had I felt I had a choice, I would have passed. That said, I am a bit of a germaphobe...trust me, had it been REALLY bad I would NOT have gotten in, so you might not have any issue at all. There was a mix up on my part regarding the use of the towels / robe / whatever....it seems as though people in this industry assume their client knows the protocol already, and are familiar with the drill. Whatever...I just worked my way through it.
Once on the table Shirley asked what sort of massage I had experienced before...and as a reflex I answered the question honestly (plenty of RMT work for my football injuries, a fair amount of papering at various upscale SPAs...), then it occurred to me that this might be a "test"...so I tossed in at the end that I had also been to a few '"exotic spas". I have no idea if she believed me or not...lol.
Once things began, I was...disappointed. Shirley was clearly providing a "therapeutic" massage...one apparently based on some storehouse of knowledge (knowledge that I cannot verify the veracity of...) and just as clearly not intended to be erotic. To make things worse, Shirley seemed to be ignoring my comments that she was being rougher than I'd like (normally I DO like a good hard massage...when that is what I've come for...) and she was talking the entire time. Definitely nothing "sensuous", "erotic" or particularly calming going on here. I am starting to worry...is there some secret password or something I am supposed to utter?
I do my damnedest to send hints regarding what I want...every time she goes near my ass I moan...every time she goes near my inner thigh I spread my legs further apart...nothing seems to work. And she keeps working my muscles too hard. And she won't shut up. What happen to this "oasis of pleasure" that I was supposed to drifting off to? I mean...she does have the artificial birds and shit going in the background...
Then...it happens. After about what I would guess was 30 minutes...she starts touching me in a way that I am DEFINITELY agreeable with. Ahhhh.... she asks if I like...I do my best to convey I do with a mumbled and breathless "oh yes". Maybe if I show her I am really in to it, it gets better. She makes some moves towards my anus and I again do my best to send signals...YES, YES....this is MORE THAN OK! FEEL FREE! GO AHEAD!...but nothing exceptional takes place. Still, the way she is playing piano all over my legs and back does not suck...and it is having the intended effect.
Then comes the order to turnover. I do, and the "fun" begins. And...it is accompanied by an added bonus...seems Shirley has a "sound track" she likes to share with her clients (I know she didn't come up with that just for me). An attractive woman talking dirty while she touches me in ways and places no man ever has...or ever will...ok...this is what I came for. Except...
It seems all so...scripted. Mechanical. Like she has done this all hundreds of times before...which of course she has. She asks if I'd like a prostate massage as well...I again do my best to convey that YES, this is what I came for. But again...it isn't erotic or sensual...at least not to me.
Now...just as a normal course of things...I am pretty much a "long distance runner" kinda a guy. Premature ejaculation has NEVER been a problem for me...indeed I have the opposite problem. Add to that the fact that I am not feeling particularly aroused...I mean, yeah, I'm erect, but my head is not into it...and things are not progressing very fast. And Shirley does not seem to be happy about this...she is definitely giving off a "this is more work than I was looking for" type of vibe. Finally, I decide to take over...nobody knows how to do me better than me, so I figure we should just get this over with. And after a few more minutes...we do.
A clean up follows...I am offered water. Shirley leaves the room, so I take it that is my hint to dress...but when she doesn't return, I assume I am supposed to go find her...which I do..prone on a table, receiving a massage herself. Oh man...I guess I really WAS more work than she signed up for.
She pops off the table and comes toward me with a very apologetic tone (seems she thought I was asleep). I note the time and the sign on the wall, see that I owe the woman $85, and accordingly hand her $100. I think I have been generous. It seems I have not been...it turns out that a prostate massage...the prostate massage that actually never happened ("you are very tight" she apologized...isn't that why they invented lube? I'm sorry that I don't have a bung hole like a Church street club boy...) cost an extra $20.
So...let's review. $120 for a massage I didn't want, some self administered "self love" (exactly opposite of what I came for...I thought she was supposed to have some ancient Asian secret knowledge of how to make men revert to childhood with pleasure...you know, goo goo, ga ga....was that a bad assumption?), and a prostate massage that didn't actually happen.
Repeat? What do you think?
Sigh.....this might not be for me. I had a great time with Sarah...and now that we have communicated, she should be better equipped to deliver on my intended experience. And I guess now I have to give Lucy / Angela a try. But I am $270 in the hole, and haven't' yet gotten what I was looking for. And now the police are busting these places left and right?
You know, I am REALLY not the sort of guy who needs to have a "relationship" with someone to enjoy intimacy. If ever there was a man whore...I am him.
But...I am coming to understand that the "dance" is important me...the protocol / process / ritual that gets us into bed...be it measured in weeks, days, or hours. This pay to play thing just doesn't seem to be engaging my seductive mind enough. I mean...I can jerk myself off for a lot cheaper...where is the tease...where is the mind fuck?
Maybe I am not a hobbyist after all....
So...as you may have read here...
http://www.massageplanet.net.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=200946
...I had decided to give the MPA thing a try as an alternative to all the fucking around I typically do, as I am TRYING to actually give this (semi) monogamy thing a shot.
And..as you may have read here...
http://www.massageplanet.net.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=201160
..I have had one experience so far, and while QUITE pleasant, it wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
So...based on the many and strong recommendations of my fellow massageplanet.netites (am I a member of the club yet? Because my going to strip clubs didn't seem to count for many people...) I decided to pay Shirley / Chang's a visit.
I called early (11:00am) the morning I wanted to make my visit, and secured an afternoon appointment. Based on my previous experience of arriving exactly on time and finding my host not exactly ready, along with Shirley telling me in advance she had an appointment before me, I didn't hustle and was in fact about 15 minutes late. It turns out Shirley had been expecting me to be on time - in fact she called my home to follow up when I did not arrive at the appointed hour (her message was very discrete, and I live alone, so there was no issue...I mention this just so that YOU are aware this could happen). Chang's is a located in a Class "C" office park, with a very discreet presence. Parking however is an issue....there are a limited number of spots. I am not exactly sure what guidance to give you here, as there is no street parking...
The facility itself is quite clean - not exactly super modern or world class, but I had already adjusted my expectations down from what I might see at an upscale resort spa based on my last experience. Shirley herself pretty much fit the picture I had in mind when I started this...a not at all unattractive woman, but CLEARLY not 23 years old either. I myself do not have a particular attraction to Asians (not saying anything is wrong with them...saying they don't get my blood boiling like Latinas and big booty white gurls...), but I could see how if a guy was married to an Asian and hence attracted to them, he might think "man...I sure hope my wife looks that good when she is that age...."...as in she looked GREAT for her age...but her age was no secret.
I was instructed to shower (instructed...versus Sarah who offered the option), and thinking that perhaps a failure to do so might negatively impact my experience, I did, despite the fact that the shower was such that had I felt I had a choice, I would have passed. That said, I am a bit of a germaphobe...trust me, had it been REALLY bad I would NOT have gotten in, so you might not have any issue at all. There was a mix up on my part regarding the use of the towels / robe / whatever....it seems as though people in this industry assume their client knows the protocol already, and are familiar with the drill. Whatever...I just worked my way through it.
Once on the table Shirley asked what sort of massage I had experienced before...and as a reflex I answered the question honestly (plenty of RMT work for my football injuries, a fair amount of papering at various upscale SPAs...), then it occurred to me that this might be a "test"...so I tossed in at the end that I had also been to a few '"exotic spas". I have no idea if she believed me or not...lol.
Once things began, I was...disappointed. Shirley was clearly providing a "therapeutic" massage...one apparently based on some storehouse of knowledge (knowledge that I cannot verify the veracity of...) and just as clearly not intended to be erotic. To make things worse, Shirley seemed to be ignoring my comments that she was being rougher than I'd like (normally I DO like a good hard massage...when that is what I've come for...) and she was talking the entire time. Definitely nothing "sensuous", "erotic" or particularly calming going on here. I am starting to worry...is there some secret password or something I am supposed to utter?
I do my damnedest to send hints regarding what I want...every time she goes near my ass I moan...every time she goes near my inner thigh I spread my legs further apart...nothing seems to work. And she keeps working my muscles too hard. And she won't shut up. What happen to this "oasis of pleasure" that I was supposed to drifting off to? I mean...she does have the artificial birds and shit going in the background...
Then...it happens. After about what I would guess was 30 minutes...she starts touching me in a way that I am DEFINITELY agreeable with. Ahhhh.... she asks if I like...I do my best to convey I do with a mumbled and breathless "oh yes". Maybe if I show her I am really in to it, it gets better. She makes some moves towards my anus and I again do my best to send signals...YES, YES....this is MORE THAN OK! FEEL FREE! GO AHEAD!...but nothing exceptional takes place. Still, the way she is playing piano all over my legs and back does not suck...and it is having the intended effect.
Then comes the order to turnover. I do, and the "fun" begins. And...it is accompanied by an added bonus...seems Shirley has a "sound track" she likes to share with her clients (I know she didn't come up with that just for me). An attractive woman talking dirty while she touches me in ways and places no man ever has...or ever will...ok...this is what I came for. Except...
It seems all so...scripted. Mechanical. Like she has done this all hundreds of times before...which of course she has. She asks if I'd like a prostate massage as well...I again do my best to convey that YES, this is what I came for. But again...it isn't erotic or sensual...at least not to me.
Now...just as a normal course of things...I am pretty much a "long distance runner" kinda a guy. Premature ejaculation has NEVER been a problem for me...indeed I have the opposite problem. Add to that the fact that I am not feeling particularly aroused...I mean, yeah, I'm erect, but my head is not into it...and things are not progressing very fast. And Shirley does not seem to be happy about this...she is definitely giving off a "this is more work than I was looking for" type of vibe. Finally, I decide to take over...nobody knows how to do me better than me, so I figure we should just get this over with. And after a few more minutes...we do.
A clean up follows...I am offered water. Shirley leaves the room, so I take it that is my hint to dress...but when she doesn't return, I assume I am supposed to go find her...which I do..prone on a table, receiving a massage herself. Oh man...I guess I really WAS more work than she signed up for.
She pops off the table and comes toward me with a very apologetic tone (seems she thought I was asleep). I note the time and the sign on the wall, see that I owe the woman $85, and accordingly hand her $100. I think I have been generous. It seems I have not been...it turns out that a prostate massage...the prostate massage that actually never happened ("you are very tight" she apologized...isn't that why they invented lube? I'm sorry that I don't have a bung hole like a Church street club boy...) cost an extra $20.
So...let's review. $120 for a massage I didn't want, some self administered "self love" (exactly opposite of what I came for...I thought she was supposed to have some ancient Asian secret knowledge of how to make men revert to childhood with pleasure...you know, goo goo, ga ga....was that a bad assumption?), and a prostate massage that didn't actually happen.
Repeat? What do you think?
Sigh.....this might not be for me. I had a great time with Sarah...and now that we have communicated, she should be better equipped to deliver on my intended experience. And I guess now I have to give Lucy / Angela a try. But I am $270 in the hole, and haven't' yet gotten what I was looking for. And now the police are busting these places left and right?
You know, I am REALLY not the sort of guy who needs to have a "relationship" with someone to enjoy intimacy. If ever there was a man whore...I am him.
But...I am coming to understand that the "dance" is important me...the protocol / process / ritual that gets us into bed...be it measured in weeks, days, or hours. This pay to play thing just doesn't seem to be engaging my seductive mind enough. I mean...I can jerk myself off for a lot cheaper...where is the tease...where is the mind fuck?
Maybe I am not a hobbyist after all....