Today’s visit with Mira at the Rabbit Hall on Vinohradská was smooth. I had no issues with the booking. Room number 4 is available for viewing on their website, where they offer virtual tours of all their branches. The rabbit painting on the wall isn’t exactly sexy. Initially, I wanted to book for Wednesday at 4:00 PM so I could be her first client of the day, but I missed it. I made the booking about 10 minutes after the schedule was released, and they told me her first available slot was at 5:15 PM. So, I asked about Tuesday, and that worked out.

I arrived 5 minutes early. The street was almost empty. I rang the bell, and they opened immediately. Downstairs, the receptionist greeted me and asked if I wanted a drink. I opted for water, and she led me to the room where I waited for Mira. After a while, I decided to take a shower, which I had planned to do alone anyway, as reviews mentioned the water pressure was weak. Plus, I like to start with a striptease, so the girl doesn’t have to keep dressing and undressing. Naturally, Mira walked in just as I was taking off my boxers… so I put them back on, and we started discussing the massage. I had booked a lingam massage + lap dance through the website (a service that, according to reviews, no one had ever purchased before), and I inquired about autoeroticism, which wasn’t listed in her services, but she quickly agreed. She offers “pussycat” by arrangement, but I’m not really into licking, so I didn’t ask. I gave her a small hand cream as a gift, which she found cute. She left to get towels, and I took a shower (the water pressure was indeed weak). She returned after a few minutes.

I sat in the chair, and Mira shed her rabbit uniform. I couldn’t take my eyes off her; her body couldn’t look better. This was the pinnacle—she truly resembles Emily Bloom (in body, not face), but with a better backside, beautiful firm breasts with soft nipples. She claims to only do fitness, so she must work out regularly. Her face wasn’t exactly my type, but she definitely isn’t unattractive; she has a nice smile and a seductive gaze.

She was about to dive right in, so I slowed her down, saying I like it slow and wanted a striptease first. She started moving, showing off, and flaunting her rear, striking some very nice poses. She slowly approached, dropped her bra, sat on my lap, caressed my stomach, and gradually moved towards my friend. I began kissing her breasts and neck. After a while, still with her panties on, she started grinding her backside in my lap in all sorts of ways. I felt I couldn’t hold out much longer (I had abstained for 5 days beforehand, which was a mistake… I really didn’t want to mess up her panties, as I think that would have ruined the atmosphere). So, I stood up, and we started hugging, cuddling. I led her to the mirror, turned her around, and tried to burn that view into my memory. I kissed her neck, caressed her crotch over her panties, and she moaned beautifully, writhing. Then I crouched and slipped it between her thighs, which felt incredibly nice. After a while, she directed us to the bed, and I didn’t object. She removed her panties, lay on her side next to me, and gently started stroking me (she didn’t have many techniques, just varying the speed, but it was clear she was trying). I placed her other hand on my balls (she wasn’t great at multitasking either). I tried to direct and prolong it as much as possible, but soon enough, it was all over. I usually last longer… I apologized, Mira laughed, and said we could go for two rounds. She wiped me down, I drank some water, lay down, and she took some oil, rubbed it all over herself, lay on me, and started sliding, imitating sex, thrusting, looking into my eyes. I licked her neck and breasts—it was simply wonderful. She switched positions, posed in front of the mirror, and spent about 5 minutes sliding her breasts over my friend. Then she lay on her back, spread her legs, and started fingering herself. I admired the view (she was stunning; I should have asked about the pussycat…). Eventually, I couldn’t resist and lay next to her, began caressing her, and moved down. She didn’t object and let me help. A beautiful view in the mirror. We spent about 10 minutes on that, and at the end, she shuddered a few times and moaned nicely, so hopefully, it worked. I didn’t try inserting my fingers, even though she was doing it herself. It’s 4:40 PM, and we’re going for the second round. She sat on my stomach, pretended to have sex, cuddled, and stroked me from behind. After a while, she moved into a 69 position, increasing the intensity and moans. It took a while, but we succeeded in the end.

She wiped me down, we chatted for a bit—she only speaks English, but well. She likes the restaurant Kro, and we took a purely cleansing shower. I didn’t want to bother her anymore, as I think she’s not too fond of showers. She excused herself, I got dressed in the meantime, she returned, I gave her three thousand, she saw me out, kissed me on both cheeks, and I walked out into the city with a semi-hard on… I still have it.

For me, it couldn’t have gone better. Although there are certainly more passionate masseuses (this was only my fourth massage ever), Mira did everything I asked for, was kind, and seemed to enjoy it. I was really taken with her, constantly telling her how beautiful she was, and I couldn’t keep my hands off her the whole time… We didn’t spend even a minute on the actual massage. 10/”Massage”: lingam 2000 on special for 60 minutes + lap dance 500 + autoeroticism 500 = Super, fantastic.

Danielle, just before normal photos appeared on the site (and also just before a review by simply Filip appeared—please don’t let that influence you too much, as someone commented, it’s more of a review of a masseur than a masseuse). It’s been about a month, so let’s see what I can recall from memory.

When I arrived, I was wondering if Danielle or another girl opened the door—those old photos really didn’t give it away. Plus, she was wearing loose summer dresses that cleverly hid her assets—another reason for my uncertainty. But it was her. In the meantime, new photos have appeared—I can confirm it’s her, and the photos aren’t edited.

Danielle is really young; I don’t know if there’s any consistency in the stated age, but she is genuinely young. She has a slightly peculiar look in her eyes, but everything else is great—both her figure and personality.

There was a bit of a logistical issue—she got a newly renovated room for massages, which didn’t have a shower, and she seemed a bit uneasy about it, causing some delays. But as Danielle said, “this is my time, not your time”—the massage time was diligently adhered to.

I was given a robe for the trip to the shower (which I didn’t even need, but it’s a nice touch) and, of course, a pleasant escort. The initial shower was alone, the shower stall was small, but that wasn’t the reason. We agreed that Danielle prefers a joint shower at the end. I respect that and somewhat understand that she doesn’t want to shower 10 times in half a day. She said she’d come in 5 minutes after I showered. I replied, “come in 2 minutes, I’ll be quick.” Well, after two minutes, I opened the door, wondering where she was, and she was just arriving, carrying a pair of still-wrapped disposable slippers—a nice detail.

Back in the room, she adjusted the music—it’s important for her, as previous reviews also indicate. They’re her songs, which she massages to and often sings along with. She immediately figured out from my comment on the playlist that I read reviews.

Finally, the dress came off, and I saw her figure—she’s slimmer than I expected from the photos, with natural D-cup breasts, which is accurate. I was just surprised that they were softer for such a young girl, but they were really pleasant to touch. I lay on my stomach, and a thorough massage began, in rhythm with the pleasant music and her occasional singing. She knows where to apply pressure, focusing on certain points quite thoroughly; at times, it even hurt a bit, but I didn’t mind. She massages diligently, putting a lot of energy into it, and exudes a pleasant mood. A thought crossed my mind that if she ever gets tired of massages, she should open a physiotherapy clinic; you can tell she really enjoys working with the human body. After the massage came the sliding, her breasts were everywhere, and I occasionally feared she might slide off the futon and end up with her head against the wall. The mirror on the side was at the right height (which isn’t always the case, even in this salon), so I could admire the view of her breasts pressed against me. It was beautiful… those who appreciate a good view will understand. There was occasional checking of my crotch.

I couldn’t wait to turn over. When I finally lay on my back, she continued with a lot of contact. I don’t remember many details, not because there wasn’t anything to remember, but because what happened was such an intense experience. There was definitely a lot of contact between my friend and her body. I really like it when a girl constantly rubs against it with different parts of her body. Her breasts were available, and so was her kitty. I don’t know how long it lasted, but the excitement was building. Then I remember Danielle was perpendicular to my body, her kitty angled towards the mirror, just within reach. Her breasts were in my crotch.

I was teasing her with my hand (of course, within the rules, I would never dare try fingers inside), it slid beautifully, and I watched my actions in the mirror. What she was doing with me, I don’t really know. Was it between her breasts, or between her breasts and chin…? I really don’t know, but it was intense and hard to withstand for long. It was truly a fantasy (not just a fantasy). The orgasm was really strong.

There was no rush with wiping off, I don’t even really remember how she wiped me down. What I do remember is that she sat next to me, slowly, very slowly wiping one breast and her face. As I mentioned, I don’t really know what was happening down there, I can only guess from the intense experience and where she was wiping…

Then we lay there for a while, gently caressing each other. It seemed to me that it was starting to build up again; if I could finish again in a few minutes, I’m sure it would have happened.

Time for a shower, Danielle cheerfully hopped down the hallway, and I was curious if it would really be a joint shower in that tiny shower stall. Yes, it was (it was, Filip), and it was worth it. We all know body-to-body massage. I had body-to-body oil washing in the shower, incredibly close contact—not just because the shower stall is tiny. It was amazing; I’ve never experienced such an erotic final shower, and I think if I want to experience it again, I’ll have to go back to Danielle—and I hope she sticks with massages so I have the opportunity. Again, if I could finish twice in a few minutes, it would definitely have happened in that shower.

The only thing I messed up was not washing my hair. The massage was such a ride that the oil was everywhere, and when I left, I realized my hair looked like I hadn’t washed it in a week. My mistake.

Would I repeat? Hopefully, I’ll have the opportunity. If I missed her, I’d regret it for a long time.

Recommendation? I think you got the idea…

Oh, and I almost forgot. If you want to experience the same thing you experience elsewhere, don’t go to Danielle.

If you’re counting towels, there were two (two thumbs up for the salon), although one was smaller, both were really dry this time (which isn’t always the case, unfortunately).

If you’re asking if the pussycat was really a pussycat. Well, pussy was, cat too, they’re actually the same, but it wasn’t with the mouth, I’m not really into that, I actually have a bit of an issue with it. I prefer gentle and considerate finger work and am always pleased when it’s willingly accepted.

Pussycat
60 minutes
2400 CZK + tip

My first massage of the year was quite an experience. I’m not entirely sure what contributed to it the most, but everything seemed to align perfectly to my satisfaction. Perhaps my mindset played a role, as I didn’t have overly high expectations for the salon or the masseuse, and the initial moments seemed to confirm this. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I go for massages roughly every other month, usually preferring Candy or RH. Trying other places has been a mistake, at best average. Sometimes the masseuse was nice, but poor coordination or the salon’s facilities ruined the experience. So, how does the Fantazie salon measure up?

Communication via WhatsApp was quick and pleasant. The salon is easily accessible from the Hradčanská metro station. The entrance is via a buzzer, and the path down to the basement feels a bit shabby, with a spiral staircase and plaster chipped down to the brick, which made me a bit apprehensive about what lay behind the door. It’s January, and poorly heated or musty basement spaces are not what you want. A young woman in a robe opens the door, asking who I’m there for, and I realize it’s Ashley herself. A bit of uncertainty, she guides me straight to the room. (Meaning there’s no reception or even a hint of a foyer or shoe rack.) You take off your shoes and everything else in the room. The first impression of the environment isn’t great—it’s quite minimalist. Ashley checks the type of massage I want, and payment is upfront. She hands me a towel and a washcloth, then leaves to get the oil. The shower stall is in the room, but it looks a bit cheap, with a rubberized curtain with a print. As I undress, I think to myself, oh boy, this might be another bizarre experience, what have I gotten myself into again, oh well. With this mindset, I step into the shower, not knowing if Ashley will join me. My hands are quite cold, so I appreciate the individual start. After all, when the masseuse doesn’t take the initiative, the situation of two naked people who have known each other for exactly two minutes in a one-meter-square space is quite comical, especially when accompanied by endless/unsuccessful temperature adjustments, weak water pressure, and unreadable gestures (are we just washing… each on our own or…?). If you’ve read reviews about what masseuses do in the shower, the disappointment can sometimes feel like a cold shower.

However, the shower works surprisingly well, warming me up nicely. Thoroughly washed, I notice Ashley is back and waiting. I dry off with a soft towel, glancing around the room. There’s minimal decoration, but I actually prefer it to tacky imitations (statues, wallpapers, fake candles). The room is clean, well-heated, reasonably lit, and has good sound. You might smile, but if you’ve experienced damp slippers, suspicious towels, a noisy heater, and a cheap speaker in a dimly lit hole, you know what I mean.

I shift my attention to the masseuse. Sometimes small details at the start make a difference, but instead of being indifferent and glued to her phone, Ashley is kneeling naked in a calm position on the futon. Excellent, I finally get to see how the salon matches up with its photos and descriptions. I can confirm, they’re not lying! Her height and measurements are accurate, and her age of 23 seems believable. I lie on my stomach, asked if I prefer a more sporty or relaxing massage. Although I have nothing to compare it to, as I only go for erotic massages, the initial ten minutes of the agreed sporty massage were nice. She uses her fingers, palms, and elbows, and it was pleasant.

I occasionally watch her in the mirrors (one by my head and another large one on the side wall), she looks focused and it suits her. She oils up and moves on to B2B. She doesn’t use her full weight, mostly gliding with her breasts and chest, and the atmosphere thickens. She leaves no doubt that the sporty introduction is over and things are about to get much more interesting. She leans on me, gets close to my face, kisses my neck, and then teasingly nibbles on my ear. She smells nice, I feel her breast movements on my back, it’s quite sexy. At this moment, a kiss wasn’t far off. She slides a few more times, her hand casually gliding over my thigh, buttocks, wandering to my balls, and continues with the teasing. Time to turn over, what else. Warm oil on my thighs and lingam, thankfully not a frontal assault, more like testing what excites me the most. I get bolder with touches on her soft body. She doesn’t avoid eye contact, naturally pretty in the face, no makeup, hair clipped up.

I enjoy her touches, we cuddle mutually, starting to sync up. She incorporates her breasts (a heartfelt titfuck), after a while I have to rein her in, we still have plenty of time. She understood that I enjoy the hints of a lover’s game and doesn’t feel the need to try any rehearsed gymnastics. She looks quite blissful, and I have to restrain myself a bit from attempting anything more… If this were a “friend,” I’d consider further steps, with consent, a natural progression. We may be in Fantazie salon, but back to reality. We culminate the heightened atmosphere in a kneeling position facing each other, I enjoy her breasts, she gently strokes. No need for guidance, and she wasn’t impatient. She lets me finish, there’s not much time left. We head to the shower together, thankfully she remains kind and accommodating (not in a double entendre way, I mean she doesn’t switch to “well, that’s done, hurry up, the next eager guy will be here soon”).

I leave the shower first and get dressed. She’s confident in how it went, but I still thank her for a pleasant experience. A goodbye, she wishes me a nice evening at the door, and I find myself on the staircase. Suddenly, the corridor with the chipped bricks seems perfectly fine. If this had happened on a date, I’d be dancing in the street like a fool in a commercial.

Summary:
A salon with reasonable pricing and great accessibility. The facilities are fine, the photos are believable and, at least for Ashley, entirely accurate. Quick and professional communication.
The young lady’s approach suited me. She smiles, is attentive. If you’re looking for petite girls, you’ll need to go elsewhere. Conversely, if you’re drawn to natural larger breasts, she’s a great choice.
60min, B2B, price 1900,-

Being the first to review a new addition at Candy is always an honor, I think. And I made an excellent choice. It was truly something special! Gentle, charming Sandy. From beginning to end, it felt more than just an encounter with a lover.

Meeting this tall, slender girl with an elongated face and delicate features, she exceeded my expectations from her impressive photos. I couldn’t hide my excitement, and Sandy reciprocated. She reminded me of a university classmate I would secretly adore but probably never manage to win over, especially since she exudes a slightly demure and shy aura. No plumped-up lips, just subtly highlighted lashes, and as I soon discovered, no tattoos or piercings. Her petite breasts suited her figure perfectly.

After confirming my booking, I received a text from Candy reminding me that Sandy doesn’t offer any extras. I replied that I didn’t mind, though I was tempted to say it’s actually a good thing for me (that she doesn’t just go along with anything from anyone).

The only hint that Sandy is new at Candy is that she didn’t warn me about the tricky double step near the reception. We conversed in English. If I didn’t understand her at first, it was more because she spoke softly. I didn’t hide my genuine admiration for her, refreshing my English vocabulary with enchanting adjectives.

Sandy left the payment for the end or whenever I preferred, and she also asked for my approval on the lighting(!). While I was still wearing my shirt and pants, she appeared in front of me in just a short robe and panties, snuggling up to me and helping me out of my remaining clothes. So, I returned the favor with her lingerie. Then, kneeling, she slowly pulled down my briefs, taking what sprang before her eyes into her hands—I’ve never been so immediately aroused at the start of a massage! After removing her top, I eagerly explored her breasts. She removed her panties herself, but it was probably my fault that I undressed myself. And then what?: Sandy began to gently embrace, caress, and even occasionally kiss me (except on the face), and when I reciprocated, she softly sighed with pleasure.

Even in the shower, Sandy dispelled any notion of modesty and fully embraced the Candy style. During our mutual washing, she clung to me, pressing her face against mine, so I didn’t hold back and kissed her neck and higher, testing to see that gentle handling wouldn’t lead to excessive restrictions. Before that, she lifted her leg and began to play with my fully prepared tool, and then, with both feet on the ground, eagerly positioned herself against it while standing. For reassurance, I quickly reached behind her to find my friend nestled between the edge of her peach and her thigh, indicating the right movements, so I could have climaxed right then. But I saved it and guided us towards the futon (or rather, the mattress on the floor with a frame in that room).

Much like what began in the shower, the massage from start to finish felt more like being in bed with a lover, with Sandy being about 200% of a lover. Most of Sandy’s massage involved body-to-body contact, during which she continuously snuggled and pressed against me, and during our hugs and any closer contact, she softly, nasally sighed with genuine enjoyment, which couldn’t be faked and must mean she truly enjoyed it and that I excited her, which in turn strongly aroused me…

The phase where it could really be called a massage began with Sandy massaging my back, which she focused on the most, followed by various B2B movements, often involving gentle circling or back-and-forth motions. She made great use of her breasts, and the fact that they were barely noticeable excited me much more than any bulging size or even artificial products. Because of this, Sandy was just above me with her face close as she glided over my body, breathing softly into my ear, neck, and so on, giving kisses (or maybe I did?), so I dared to suck her breasts, and it seemed she liked it or it really got to her. This, of course, was part of the session after the turn, which came about halfway through (but quite a bit of time was already taken up by the undressing and entwining in the shower). Leg massage in the first part was brief, but the back was treated in a more sporty style with elbows and knees, and for my problematic spine area, it was nice that Sandy is a slender but not bony girl.

Given her suitable positioning and her mood, I took over Sandy for a preliminary reciprocation of her final care, and she enjoyed my gentle work. When she returned to gliding over me, she took my tense friend quite snugly, which happened even towards the end of the massage, for example, from both sides of the cowgirl position. She eventually moved into a 69 position, where my hand felt moisture that I think wasn’t from oil. There’s nothing more to add, and those slender legs leading to her…

Then I let Sandy focus more on me again, and I think after another cowgirl position, my truly fulfilling climax occurred in an almost lover-like close embrace, where Sandy slightly lifted herself when I indicated that my release was approaching.

I told Sandy that next time we must spend longer together, at least 90 minutes, which visibly pleased her. A few sincere English phrases while lying down post-massage, a cleansing shower with mutual questions about some life realities, my payment, and dressing myself, after which Sandy returned to see me off with a warm farewell through the bar.

For me, Sandy represents the highest standard at Candy—certainly for those of you who appreciate slender, gentle, yet passionate and intelligent girls (is there anyone who doesn’t?) and know how to treat them appropriately—and preferably, you speak English. Sandy, as it seems from the schedule, hasn’t overdone her shifts yet, so there’s a chance she could maintain her genuine, heartfelt, perhaps even unpretended approach for some time… Let’s wish for that (for her and for us).

Massage: body-to-body
Duration: 60 minutes
Price: 2000 Kč + small tip
Rating: good

Mia had been on my wish list for some time. She has a ton of smiley reviews, but before heading over, I read that she recently got artificial breasts and plumped lips. That was a bit of a letdown, but it was too late to change plans. Despite this, my experience with Mia was luxurious and excellent, and I’m glad I met her. I walked in confidently, and a pretty bartender poured me a whiskey (she later went to greet a foreigner who, upon seeing her, requested a massage from her directly – apparently, she doesn’t do massages, though I wouldn’t have minded either). Soon, a tall and slender brunette with slightly plumped lips, but nothing extreme, welcomed me. More importantly, she was immediately affectionate, with kisses on the cheek and light hugs.

In the room, she started undressing me, and with each piece of clothing she removed, she snuggled up to me, kissed my face, sighed, and moved on to the next item. That’s how it should be! I only took off my socks myself. Then I pulled her mini dress over her head and saw her full and firm artificial breasts with prominent nipples. I would have preferred if she had natural, softer ones, but so be it. Then she let me pull down her panties and get a close-up look at her private area for the first time! I think I liked that the most about her. The shower, as is customary with these sweet experiences, was absolutely luxurious and high-quality. Besides constant cuddling and working on my penis, I enjoyed the quick thrusting like in wild sex, with the difference being that my dick wasn’t entering her vagina but the area between her thighs…

The mirrors were fogged up, and even though she wiped them with a tissue, they soon were again – at least the side one, so no view there. In the one in front of me, my head was in the way. This part was very well done. I particularly appreciated Mia’s excellent leg work. Not only did she massage with her knees, but she could also use her toes to explore my balls, stirring them in a way that sent waves of excitement through me. I really liked the part where she massaged me with her butt, legs spread towards the mirror. Although my head was somewhat in the way of the view, her open private area occasionally peeked out to the right, left, or above my head, which was fantastic!

Then she turned around and the ride continued. Mia just knows how to do it – our faces were often close, she constantly switched up different elements, and her excellent leg work continued. I don’t know if she still feels anything in those filled balloons, but she reacted to my contact with her nipples, and the more I “worked” them, the more contently she purred. Even though I don’t usually do this, besides using my tongue, I also involved a bit of teeth, and she reacted as if she really liked it. Maybe she was just acting it out well, but who knows, we all have our preferences… And then I couldn’t resist and dove into those firm mounds, oil or no oil. Then a 69 – wunderbar!

Simply fantastic and complete satisfaction. If only she had softer, natural breasts and normal lips. She was charming, with a divine body, but… Nevertheless, her approach was excellent, and apparently, she also does an extra foot job – can it get any better? A former gymnast knows her stuff…

Massage Mix, 60 minutes, 2000 CZK

Another average experience… and since I probably won’t get a raffle ticket for just two words, I’m going to elaborate.

After needing to get rid of a few overripe avocados and waking up all night with the enthusiasm of a teenager in heat, I decided to call my favorite establishment in the morning. This time, luck smiled on Jasmine. Her version of the story isn’t relevant. To my surprise, she had the first available slot. I eagerly accepted, looking forward to it, thanks, bye!

Upon ringing the bell at Vinohrady, I’m immediately let in. A beautiful stranger opens the door, seats me behind a curtain, and tells me to wait for Jasmine. She picks me up in a minute, wearing snug lingerie and a loosely tied company robe… very sexy! Her facial expression and body language seem a bit bored, her handshake reserved… unlike me, she hides her enthusiasm perfectly.

She offers me slippers and leads me to the room. It’s clean and tastefully decorated, with a shower, and the temperature, lighting, and music are just right. We confirm an hour of B2B, she offers a shared shower and a drink, both of which I decline. She feigns a tear and runs off for the oil. Before I get out of the shower, she’s back, spreads a sheet, and starts setting up. I lie on my stomach and watch the show with a big D. More precisely, with two Ds. I put on a very satisfied smile and smack my lips in delight. All the minor imperfections of her body (belly, butt) are more than compensated by her perfect breasts, more like a D-cup than the declared C. Beautifully shaped, full, lively… with every move, they bounce three times, sway twice, and do one somersault. Silicone could never pull this off!

By the way, Jasmine is a young petite girl with darker skin, a pretty face, more sexy vulgar than exotic due to her striking makeup and enhanced lips, which for this occasion is perfectly fine with me. A few tattoos on her forearms and collarbone, no piercings found, just one anklet. Worth mentioning are her gorgeous long hair, which she keeps in a ponytail during the massage, but it still sways beautifully. She speaks fluent and a lot of Czech… lately, I’ve been “lucky” with that. Next time, I’ll try playing deaf-mute or bring headphones. Sorry, but I’m not interested in where you work, where you’re from, where you went on vacation, your hobbies, whether you exercise, how old you are… I understand and accept these questions at the beginning/end, but not at the best part when I have your nipple in my mouth and you’re grinding on me… mood killer af! Do I ask if you’ve considered exercising or liposuction? How much did that C-section hurt? How much would anal cost? I don’t ask…

Anyway, the massage begins, the girl half-lies, half-kneels to the side and strokes my butt with one hand… after a while, it “escalates” to stroking my back. To be fair, she does tickle my sack and after 10 minutes of forced conversation, she ventures into body-to-body. It’s also rather bland… paradoxically. Short, mechanical, no full-body weight laying, no moaning in my ear, no kisses on the body, no sensual pelvic or knee movement in the crotch as I hoped. Even with those breasts, there was much more potential.

Jasmine lies next to me, looking like she’s given it her all. I turn on my side facing her with my flag at half-mast, we cuddle for a bit (I’m cuddling, she’s holding still), nibbling her nipples and the flag slowly rises. Although I get verbal permission to touch down there, I’d need a jack to spread her thighs. I didn’t quite get that. Just like a woman… says one thing, does another, and means a third. So I turn on my back, the lady kneels to the side, pours oil on my crotch, and tries various grips, even using both hands once, tickling the tip… too bad she doesn’t blow on it. She asks if we’ll manage one or two rounds, thanks for asking, one will suffice. After a while, she sits on my knee, continues with manual stimulation and intersperses it with sensual breast squeezing, showing off and checking the scenery in the side mirrors, while I’m more focused on the one on the ceiling. I must say, she looks great on me. She’s probably thinking the same.

Gradually, she transitions from lingam to body-to-body. I pull her a bit closer, caressing her all over and kissing her body, neck, and face are off-limits. Makeup, she says… again, a shame she doesn’t lay on me, snuggle, no GFE even hinted… she just keeps her distance. At least she takes it between her breasts for a moment, but I’m not supposed to finish there. I’ll do my best, baby. After 10 thrusts, she sits back and resumes manual work, I sit up too to reach her, playing with her breasts, kissing and gently sucking them, only to be told that’s an extra service called pussycat. I’m stunned, what? First, I’ve had them in my mouth for about 5 minutes, and second, I thought pussycat was a euphemism for licking… which I’m not asking for. I politely explained this, saying I don’t have to do it if it bothers her, she said no, I probably can… just if other girls allow me too. Yes, so far without exception. I didn’t understand what got under her skin, certainly not me. Only at the end of the massage did she say her head hurts after some procedure, she’s considering going to the ER, etc… which explains why her head and sometimes her body were elsewhere. In this context, I must admit she handled it relatively decently, although it might have been better for all involved if she’d taken a sick day.

In any case, the atmosphere at the critical moment dropped, and inevitably, so did the erection, changing positions didn’t help much since I couldn’t reach her again… I was already resigned to leaving with a full sack for the first time, but the girl comes in the last moment with a peace offering the size of double D. She placed them on my face and tended to me below with her hand. I appreciate that she didn’t give up, it was probably embarrassing for her too. My friend perked up and after a few minutes, I finished as one should. Surprisingly, Jasmine didn’t slack off, added a few strokes, and nicely drained me.

After cleaning up, there were 15 minutes left, so I offered to return the massage… I hadn’t even finished the offer before Jasmine was lying on her stomach, sticking out her showpiece butt at me. I think we both enjoyed this part, even though I slacked off much like she did. In conclusion, a shared shower, mostly just cleansing, payment, a hug, and bye.

I’d sum it up as a weaker massage (stroking) with a very simple routine without wild showers, 69, or sex imitation, but with a beautiful young girl with full shapes and long hair. Especially the breasts are worth a feel! Points deducted for the absent GFE and a lot of unnecessary questions and answers often at inappropriate times. The eroticism suffered significantly because of it. Possibly a health issue, but unfortunately, it doesn’t excuse it.

Overall rating is average, neutral smiley, numerically 6/body to body, 60 min (time respected), 2000 CZK

Candyshop has yet to disappoint me, and when my favorites aren’t available, I opt for Michel. Upon arrival, the friendly receptionist offers me a drink, and shortly after, Michel arrives—a beautiful, petite kitten. Everything matches the website description; Michel is indeed tiny, which surprises me quite a bit. Once undressed, I’m immediately captivated by her toned body and beautifully firm backside. She is truly a slim, petite young lady, which excites me, but for those who prefer more to hold onto, the views might not be as enjoyable. The only thing that didn’t quite appeal to me were her plumped lips.

We head to the shower, and in the meantime, we discuss the massage. I thought this was great because she proactively asks how I envision the massage. She instantly gets me excited; even during the shower, I know it’s going to be a good session. She presses against me with her firm backside, moans, and caresses my body. That’s how it should be.

Given her physique, I don’t expect a sports massage, but she makes up for it by showcasing every angle of her body, gently scratching, and moaning, which really gets me going. She occasionally tickles the balls. With her long nails, it has the right intensity. Gradually, she transitions to body-to-body and gets creative. Everything is done with the right energy, as if she genuinely enjoys making me happy, or at least convincingly pretends to.

When she moves to the front, it’s pure bliss, and she gradually picks up the pace. Her imitation of cowgirl and reverse cowgirl is spot on; she’s not afraid of eye contact and occasionally adds a touch of GFE. We move to the finish, where she leans against me, displaying herself in all her glory, moaning beautifully, and with a look into her deep eyes, there’s no reason to hold back.

Afterwards, it’s just a shower, but she maintains a smile the entire time. Overall, it’s a very positive experience.

Main advantages:
– Firm, toned body that she knows how to utilize to the fullest
– Positive and proactive approach

Disadvantages:
– Lacks strength
– Less teasing on the stomach/embracing

Overall, it’s very close to the absolute top of what I’ve experienced, but as a sensitive soul, I would have liked even more romantic touches and genuine cuddling.

Massage – B2B, 60 minutes, price 2,000 CZK

Hey there, this was my fourth visit.

This visit took place on the 5th, and it was my first time at the Fantasy Salon. I initially wanted to see Sakura, but the timing didn’t work out, so I went with Sára. If you message them on WhatsApp, they’ll send you the weekly schedule of the masseuses. Arranging the appointment was smooth, and they asked for confirmation on the day of the visit. The location is quite busy; a bus was just arriving as I got there. I rang the bell, but nothing happened, so I messaged them on WhatsApp, and they immediately replied that I could ring again. I did, and they let me in. I went downstairs, where Sára greeted me in a nice two-piece top with kisses on both cheeks. She led me to the room and asked what type of massage I wanted. It’s better to discuss this directly with the masseuse rather than through WhatsApp. I initially wanted a 90-minute classic hand massage because of the price, but Sara mentioned it wasn’t erotic at all, just a standard massage. So, I opted for the “Pussycat” massage with kissing for an hour and paid 3,000 in advance.

Sára sent me to the shower alone, which I didn’t mind. The room was quite modest, with a mattress and a mirror on the floor along with a decent-sized shower stall. The water temperature was stable, and the pressure was good. Sára took her time and arrived about ten minutes later, just as I was getting impatient on the couch. She brought me some water and came in wearing a towel with nothing underneath, which was a bit disappointing as I sometimes prefer girls in lingerie rather than naked. She turned off the lights, making it quite dim, dropped the towel, and started on my back.

Sára is young with a beautiful figure and nice breasts with responsive nipples. She spent the first half-hour massaging my back and posing in front of the mirror. She applied a lot of pressure, and I had to ask her to ease up a few times because it was starting to hurt. I’m not used to massages, and honestly, they’re not really my thing. Next time, I’ll pay extra for a lap dance and skip the back massage entirely—it’s the best extra service in my opinion, though it’s a shame more salons don’t offer it. Sára is quite affectionate and spent a lot of time lying on top of me, pressing against me, and licking the inside of my ear (thankfully, I had cleaned it). After half an hour, she had me turn over, oiled herself up, and started sliding over me, pressing and kissing my neck. We eventually started kissing, though it was more like pecks—don’t expect French kissing. I wouldn’t buy this again, so I focused on enjoying her breasts, which I couldn’t resist kissing—ended up with a mouthful of oil. We tried a few positions, and eventually, I gave in; she has a great technique and knows what she’s doing. She cleaned me up, and we arranged a second round. We didn’t waste much time and went straight into a 69, which lasted about 5 minutes. Then she lay beside me, and we both played around. There were no restrictions, but I didn’t try using fingers inside, just my tongue, which she seemed to enjoy the most. After a while, she decided to finish things off because time was running out—I finished, she cleaned me up, and we shared a high five.

We chatted for a bit, then headed to the shower, where she thoroughly washed me. I dried off, she saw me out with kisses on both cheeks, and I headed home.

Overall, it was a good experience. The only downside was Sara’s expression during the back massage; she didn’t look very happy, and the room was quite basic, with just a mattress on the floor and a mirror also just placed on the floor. I’m not one for repeats. I prefer trying new things, but next time I’ll go for a sure thing at the “králíkárna” (rabbit hutch).

Pussycat massage: 2,400 for an hour plus 700 for kissing

Over the weekend, I had a free afternoon and felt like getting a massage. Since there weren’t many options available at the last minute and I was in Prague 6, I chose Fantazie, where there were three masseuses to choose from. I went with Lily. Booking was easy via WhatsApp.

The entrance next to the bus stop wasn’t great, but I was let in immediately and headed to the basement, where Lily greeted me in a sexy nightgown.

In the room, I selected my massage and was sent to the shower alone. After a while, Lily started with a standard back massage, which I would rate as average. She didn’t forget the right spots, and you could see her nicely in the mirror.

Lily has a nice slim figure and a great butt, but her breasts aren’t much to speak of, likely due to having three kids.

The turnaround happened after about 20 minutes, allowing me to get a better look at her, but mutual touching wasn’t really encouraged (not even her breasts), and definitely not down below. However, there was some moaning in my ear and a very good finger technique, which I appreciated.

The session ended with a faux cowgirl position, and then I was sent to the shower alone again. It served its purpose, but I wouldn’t repeat it.

Body to body
60 minutes
1900 CZK + tip