Once in awhile I get a stinker. Why I wander off the beaten path, I can't answer. I like to hunt for the elusive pearl. I was attempting to call Maylee, but could not remember the number correctly. Saw an ad in La Presse, Massage sensuel privé,(514-963-0459) and immediately sported wood. I was on Ste-Catherine street near University mind you and the scenery on a hot day was electrifying. Bad Testasterone driven judgement.
Julia's pad is on Masson near Pie-9. Awful area of town. The building itself was quite brutal looking (and piss-smelly) also.
I was greeted at the door by Julia a pleasant looking, mid-eastern looking, a little meatty, but I prefer that. The appartment (room) was unkept, old towels doubling as drapes, with a shower without curtains, a small towel to dry myself that doubled as a landing pad on the small, creaky massage table. After drying up she disrobed and I handed her the initial door fee of$35 for half hour session. Body was OK, with what looked to be big purple nipples and an very hairy bush (another favorite of mine) that I was contemplating on surfing. I lied down, and then SHE lays it down; it's 100$ for a full massage! Huhhhhh. I did not argue as I was already hot'n'heavy. I imagined the menu would feature a full course meal. Not. I starved. No touching allowed and she provided a standard pump and plunge HJ. I was gawking at her fuzzy Y saying it was to my liking. Visibly annoyed, she then asked me to hurry up as she has other customers coming eventually. I came on command. Total time spent: 17 minutes. She then throws me a scott towel or was it Bounty the ''quicker picker-upper'' and scoots away asking me to clean myself up.
$100 for an independant, massage, rushed and rude in a dump for 17 minutes. Guys avoid this. I will avoid the ''hunting'' from now on and stick to blue chip bets.
Looks: 3/5
attitude: 2/5
massage skills: 1/5
surroundings: not on numerical scale.
Al ''I hate greasy quick snacks" fie
Julia's pad is on Masson near Pie-9. Awful area of town. The building itself was quite brutal looking (and piss-smelly) also.
I was greeted at the door by Julia a pleasant looking, mid-eastern looking, a little meatty, but I prefer that. The appartment (room) was unkept, old towels doubling as drapes, with a shower without curtains, a small towel to dry myself that doubled as a landing pad on the small, creaky massage table. After drying up she disrobed and I handed her the initial door fee of$35 for half hour session. Body was OK, with what looked to be big purple nipples and an very hairy bush (another favorite of mine) that I was contemplating on surfing. I lied down, and then SHE lays it down; it's 100$ for a full massage! Huhhhhh. I did not argue as I was already hot'n'heavy. I imagined the menu would feature a full course meal. Not. I starved. No touching allowed and she provided a standard pump and plunge HJ. I was gawking at her fuzzy Y saying it was to my liking. Visibly annoyed, she then asked me to hurry up as she has other customers coming eventually. I came on command. Total time spent: 17 minutes. She then throws me a scott towel or was it Bounty the ''quicker picker-upper'' and scoots away asking me to clean myself up.
$100 for an independant, massage, rushed and rude in a dump for 17 minutes. Guys avoid this. I will avoid the ''hunting'' from now on and stick to blue chip bets.
Looks: 3/5
attitude: 2/5
massage skills: 1/5
surroundings: not on numerical scale.
Al ''I hate greasy quick snacks" fie