Without a doubt the best massage I've ever had, and this old fart has had more massages than he can remember. Well, Amanda's massage is memorable.
I doubt she's a Registered Massage Therapist, but she does have a good deal of professional training. This is not a sexy little rub & tug, this is a genuine massage. Her technique is a blend of Swedish, shiatsu and Lomi-Lomi, and the price for one full, blissful hour is only three greens.
I think it was Mark Twain who said "80% of everything is crap," and there are days when I think he was being optimistic. So much of what one gets these days is substandard -- all hype and no real value. I often find that's the case when I'm getting a massage, you have to put up with the mundane, boring parts hoping it will improve when she moves on to another area. Not so with Amanda. Everywhere she touched felt great. 100% pleasure.
She asked me whether I wanted a soft or hard massage, I opted for hard and got exactly what I wanted, and -- amazingly -- it never crossed the line into being painfully too hard. Just perfect.
Her apartment, across the road from Lougheed Mall, was neat, clean and pleasant. She played a calm, New Agey CD. She has a professional massage table in her living room. She uses unscented oil. She is friendly, well-spoken, and she instantly made me feel at ease.
Do you want to know what the most refreshing moment was? When the massage was over, she did not ask that coy little question, "Would you like something extra?" Up until then, there had been no erotic brushing of any areas more erogenous than my forehead and temples. But then I thought to myself, if her massage technique was so great, maybe she's also accomplished at giving an HJ. So I asked whether that was available and, to my delight, it was, for an additional couple of greens.
Friends, I was not disappointed.
Some of you will want to know more about this young woman's features besides her hands, so I'll try to accommodate. I'd say she's in her 20s, with curly, reddish brown hair and a Reubenesque figure. (She reminded me of Fiz on Coronation Street, except without the Manchester accent.)
Please don't ask me whether there was anything else on the menu, because the only thing on the menu is massage. If you, like me, want to venture off the menu, that's your business.
I was totally satisfied and will probably repeat.
In summary, if you're in the mood for an excellent, honest-to-goodness massage, perhaps with a little extra happy ending thrown in for good measure, all for one brown, I'd be very surprised if you can find a better deal anywhere in the Lower Mainland.
Her website is http://www.majictouch.com.
I doubt she's a Registered Massage Therapist, but she does have a good deal of professional training. This is not a sexy little rub & tug, this is a genuine massage. Her technique is a blend of Swedish, shiatsu and Lomi-Lomi, and the price for one full, blissful hour is only three greens.
I think it was Mark Twain who said "80% of everything is crap," and there are days when I think he was being optimistic. So much of what one gets these days is substandard -- all hype and no real value. I often find that's the case when I'm getting a massage, you have to put up with the mundane, boring parts hoping it will improve when she moves on to another area. Not so with Amanda. Everywhere she touched felt great. 100% pleasure.
She asked me whether I wanted a soft or hard massage, I opted for hard and got exactly what I wanted, and -- amazingly -- it never crossed the line into being painfully too hard. Just perfect.
Her apartment, across the road from Lougheed Mall, was neat, clean and pleasant. She played a calm, New Agey CD. She has a professional massage table in her living room. She uses unscented oil. She is friendly, well-spoken, and she instantly made me feel at ease.
Do you want to know what the most refreshing moment was? When the massage was over, she did not ask that coy little question, "Would you like something extra?" Up until then, there had been no erotic brushing of any areas more erogenous than my forehead and temples. But then I thought to myself, if her massage technique was so great, maybe she's also accomplished at giving an HJ. So I asked whether that was available and, to my delight, it was, for an additional couple of greens.
Friends, I was not disappointed.
Some of you will want to know more about this young woman's features besides her hands, so I'll try to accommodate. I'd say she's in her 20s, with curly, reddish brown hair and a Reubenesque figure. (She reminded me of Fiz on Coronation Street, except without the Manchester accent.)
Please don't ask me whether there was anything else on the menu, because the only thing on the menu is massage. If you, like me, want to venture off the menu, that's your business.
I was totally satisfied and will probably repeat.
In summary, if you're in the mood for an excellent, honest-to-goodness massage, perhaps with a little extra happy ending thrown in for good measure, all for one brown, I'd be very surprised if you can find a better deal anywhere in the Lower Mainland.
Her website is http://www.majictouch.com.