I was curious about Wild Rose Spa (95 Street, next to Norwood Medical Clinic) - they advertise like a semi-legit place, but also put up ads in places like LeoList that imply they also offer FS so thought I'd TOFTT and report back.
First off, there's nothing 'semi-legit' about the place - I was greeted by a woman in red bra and panties, and taken to a room with a full sized bed (more on that later). So if you're looking for a proper massage with just some teasing or a happy ending thrown in, that's not their bag at all. It's a straight up brothel with only the thinnest veneer of being about massage.
That's not as much my thing, but i figured I was already there and I'd feel like an ass walking in then walking back out. Plus the girl was pretty enough as those places go. Could have used some makeup and to do a few situps, but at least she was young-ish (nowhere near the 23-27 they advertise but w/e), but nice face, great breasts, and se looked cute in the bra and panties (wish they wouldn't always strip down immediately though - there's something to be said for the mystery, and the fun of discovery...). She spoke some English, but we definitely weren't going to be discussing the nuances of Chaucer or our favourite Emile Bronte novels. I'd say she more likely had a few English phrases well-memorized. She was pretty good at saying "money" and "fuck pussy." ...So much for heightening the arousal with some dirty talk.
That's about all I can muster for positives, so on to the details. I mentioned the bed. You always know you're at an FS place because you'll be treated to a proper bed large enough for two rather than a traditional massage table. I know the quality varies but this was a new low - literally two sheets of 3/4" plywood with a foam mattress topper and a fitted sheet trying (inneffectively) to hide the whole mess and make it look like it cost them more than $18. Unless of course they bought the plywood earlier this year, in which case they probably could have bought a king-sized pillow-top mattress and still saved money.
The massage, and again I get that they're not exactly highly trained RMTs, was among the woest and weakest I've ever had. The pressure was somewhere between comically light and petting a dog you're slightly nervous around. I'm a forgiving guy but I was literally bored. No real technique, just a quasi absent-minded rubbing on various parts of my back and legs. After about 5-10 minutes just smearing oil around (maybe she was just helping me deal with perceived dry skin?) she mumbled for me to roll over, which I happily did. Bit of an awkward body slide, CBJ, then she climbed on top. She wasn't especially tight, but she was very shallow (longer gentlemen will know exactly what I mean) so I had to go easy, and she finished me off pretty quickly.
Usually on a FS visit, I like to have some fun time early, get that 'release' then enjoy the massage and recharge for a second go before the end of the session when I can slow the pace and take my time with the build up and edge a little. So I was pretty surprised when, after asking if I wanted to "go again", she told me that would be another $60. That's a first! Usually on any FS encounter, an hour is an hour whether you climax once or three times (or five, as I experienced once in an extraordinary 90 minute session in eastern Europe). Considering the sex had been only marginally better than the "massage" I declined the extra fee and let her finish off the half-hearted oil-smearing to round out our hour. $260 (didn't give a tip which is also a first for me) for the most utterly forgettable experience I've ever had in a massage parlour of any variety. Incidentally, their ads list Amy, Kiki, Lola and Vivi. The name she gave me was none of those, but I think Kiki is likely the anglicized version.
First off, there's nothing 'semi-legit' about the place - I was greeted by a woman in red bra and panties, and taken to a room with a full sized bed (more on that later). So if you're looking for a proper massage with just some teasing or a happy ending thrown in, that's not their bag at all. It's a straight up brothel with only the thinnest veneer of being about massage.
That's not as much my thing, but i figured I was already there and I'd feel like an ass walking in then walking back out. Plus the girl was pretty enough as those places go. Could have used some makeup and to do a few situps, but at least she was young-ish (nowhere near the 23-27 they advertise but w/e), but nice face, great breasts, and se looked cute in the bra and panties (wish they wouldn't always strip down immediately though - there's something to be said for the mystery, and the fun of discovery...). She spoke some English, but we definitely weren't going to be discussing the nuances of Chaucer or our favourite Emile Bronte novels. I'd say she more likely had a few English phrases well-memorized. She was pretty good at saying "money" and "fuck pussy." ...So much for heightening the arousal with some dirty talk.
That's about all I can muster for positives, so on to the details. I mentioned the bed. You always know you're at an FS place because you'll be treated to a proper bed large enough for two rather than a traditional massage table. I know the quality varies but this was a new low - literally two sheets of 3/4" plywood with a foam mattress topper and a fitted sheet trying (inneffectively) to hide the whole mess and make it look like it cost them more than $18. Unless of course they bought the plywood earlier this year, in which case they probably could have bought a king-sized pillow-top mattress and still saved money.
The massage, and again I get that they're not exactly highly trained RMTs, was among the woest and weakest I've ever had. The pressure was somewhere between comically light and petting a dog you're slightly nervous around. I'm a forgiving guy but I was literally bored. No real technique, just a quasi absent-minded rubbing on various parts of my back and legs. After about 5-10 minutes just smearing oil around (maybe she was just helping me deal with perceived dry skin?) she mumbled for me to roll over, which I happily did. Bit of an awkward body slide, CBJ, then she climbed on top. She wasn't especially tight, but she was very shallow (longer gentlemen will know exactly what I mean) so I had to go easy, and she finished me off pretty quickly.
Usually on a FS visit, I like to have some fun time early, get that 'release' then enjoy the massage and recharge for a second go before the end of the session when I can slow the pace and take my time with the build up and edge a little. So I was pretty surprised when, after asking if I wanted to "go again", she told me that would be another $60. That's a first! Usually on any FS encounter, an hour is an hour whether you climax once or three times (or five, as I experienced once in an extraordinary 90 minute session in eastern Europe). Considering the sex had been only marginally better than the "massage" I declined the extra fee and let her finish off the half-hearted oil-smearing to round out our hour. $260 (didn't give a tip which is also a first for me) for the most utterly forgettable experience I've ever had in a massage parlour of any variety. Incidentally, their ads list Amy, Kiki, Lola and Vivi. The name she gave me was none of those, but I think Kiki is likely the anglicized version.