A couple of days ago this country lad found himself in the Big City with a couple of hours to spare. I decided that a good massage with a happy ending was in order. I phoned my favourite massage lady, but she wasn't available. Dang!
Then I remembered that I had wanted to visit a lady called Carly who was reviewed a few times last year. She advertises on CL. Do a search for "Carly" and you'll find her ads.
I phoned and Carly was available. She told me $.2 for a one-hour rub-and-tug. I headed on over to her place in the West End.
She looks like the pictures in her ads, particularly the picture with her stretched out at Wreck Beach. Her age jumps up and down from ad to ad, but she probably is in her forties.
Her apartment wasn't very clean. The rugs hadn't been vacuumed for a while; not great for bare feet. She did apologize for the state of the place, saying that she was moving the next day.
When I got into the bedroom where she does her massage, I was surprised to find that there was no massage table. She said that her table was broken. During the course of the massage I asked a bit more about it. Turns out it had collapsed with one of her clients on it. She said he wasn't hurt; it had collapsed "slowly". That massage must have been a bit of an adventure for the guy on the table!
There was no curtain on the window beside the bed. She said the curtain was already packed away. I looked out and saw that we were well above any of the nearby buildings, so I decided to go for it. If any of you eforum.xxxerts were out there in the distant high-rises, ogling my equipment with your telescopes, I don't want to hear about it.
As for the massage, I could tell that she does know how to do a good massage, but she really couldn't do it properly on a bed. She kept compaining about that, and apologizing to me. She promised me that "next time" I'd get a discount on the session, because of the poor massage this time. There was no offer to discount the present session.
It seemed that the flip came a lot sooner than I expected, and she started right in on a tug. I asked how we were doing for time. She left the room to check the time and came back saying we had about 10 minutes left. Well, OK. So the deed was done, and she does know what she's doing in the tug department.
After I left her place I walked a couple of blocks and tnen remembered to look at my watch. The session had been less than 50 minutes, two showers included. Well short of the hour she quoted.
Would I repeat? Well, I might have gone for the discounted session she offered, to try out her massage on a proper table. But when I realized that she had shorted me on time, in addition to everything else, I just figured, nah. There's better service out there.
Then I remembered that I had wanted to visit a lady called Carly who was reviewed a few times last year. She advertises on CL. Do a search for "Carly" and you'll find her ads.
I phoned and Carly was available. She told me $.2 for a one-hour rub-and-tug. I headed on over to her place in the West End.
She looks like the pictures in her ads, particularly the picture with her stretched out at Wreck Beach. Her age jumps up and down from ad to ad, but she probably is in her forties.
Her apartment wasn't very clean. The rugs hadn't been vacuumed for a while; not great for bare feet. She did apologize for the state of the place, saying that she was moving the next day.
When I got into the bedroom where she does her massage, I was surprised to find that there was no massage table. She said that her table was broken. During the course of the massage I asked a bit more about it. Turns out it had collapsed with one of her clients on it. She said he wasn't hurt; it had collapsed "slowly". That massage must have been a bit of an adventure for the guy on the table!
There was no curtain on the window beside the bed. She said the curtain was already packed away. I looked out and saw that we were well above any of the nearby buildings, so I decided to go for it. If any of you eforum.xxxerts were out there in the distant high-rises, ogling my equipment with your telescopes, I don't want to hear about it.
As for the massage, I could tell that she does know how to do a good massage, but she really couldn't do it properly on a bed. She kept compaining about that, and apologizing to me. She promised me that "next time" I'd get a discount on the session, because of the poor massage this time. There was no offer to discount the present session.
It seemed that the flip came a lot sooner than I expected, and she started right in on a tug. I asked how we were doing for time. She left the room to check the time and came back saying we had about 10 minutes left. Well, OK. So the deed was done, and she does know what she's doing in the tug department.
After I left her place I walked a couple of blocks and tnen remembered to look at my watch. The session had been less than 50 minutes, two showers included. Well short of the hour she quoted.
Would I repeat? Well, I might have gone for the discounted session she offered, to try out her massage on a proper table. But when I realized that she had shorted me on time, in addition to everything else, I just figured, nah. There's better service out there.