After my aborted mission at Crystal Flowers I fondly remember SASA Spa’s cost effective all-inclusive for $.4.
What few reviews there are of this place sound lukewarm, but I feel up to the challenge of turning erotic lead into gold. Prior to committing cash, and without the slightest fuss, I’m shown 2 pretty young women, one Japanese and the other Chinese; a 3rd, I’m told, is “busy.” It’s a bit of a toss-up between the two...but after a moment's vacillation I go for the Chinese girl who has a sparkle in her teenybopper face and an adorably dainty figure.
Her name is CC (pronounced Sissy). I decide to warm up with a massage and learn she’s 20, from Shanghai, and at Sasa for about 2 months. There's a certain shyness about her at first, but the progression from cuddling to FS turns out to be smooth. She has the tiny beasts one would expect and two small tattoos. To keep this review short, let me list CC's strengths and weaknesses.
On the plus side:
—fluent English, alert and communicative in a soft-spoken and respectful way, able to give compliments, willing to take instruction
—willing to cuddle, receptive to caressing, responsive nipples, nice effort to arouse Tantalizer, cooperative with DATY, willing to talk dirty, positive attitude, no rushing, tight kitty, enjoyable in mish & doggie.
On the minus side:
—nonexistent massage skills, no real kissing except for dry pecks on closed lips, a whiff of cigarette smell, keeps her eyes mostly closed during FS, kitty a bit of an untrimmed wilderness, rather lame CG and ACG
—a flat-out refusal to comply with a CBJ request midway through, saying she only gives BJs before penetration (perhaps I should have clarified that I'd put on a fresh condom?)
Turning down a routine request would normally dampen my enthusiasm for an SP; but I'm willing to cut a lovely 20-yr-old some slack. Frankly, my request was motivated only by idle curiosity about her skills rather than mad desire for a BJ—and I suspect I missed no unforgettable treat. To my surprise I experience intense arousal just plumbing the depths of that tight young kitty in mish, even without her needing to do a lot: I guess that's what evolution programmed men for. How lucky we are, I find myself thinking, to have realized that age-old male dream: getting sexual access to such a nubile beauty for a modest sum of cash, rather than having to resort to wars or acts of force in any way.
After my release she cleans me up and takes a shower while I relax. With ten min remaining, we cuddle and chat some more. She comments favorably on my gentleness, as well as the music and blanket I brought. “Well, I visit places like this a lot,” I say, “about twice a week. It’s my hobby.”
“Your HOBBY??” She seems incredulous. “Sure,” I say, “what do you think of this hobby: good or bad?”
“Bad, BAD,” she says with conviction. Of course she assumed I'm married, and her judgmental stance softens a bit after I explain that I'm single, and that this hobby has been terrific for my health.
"Maybe that's why you look so young," she says. She also tells me after working a shift she often feels really tired—and she doesn’t like guys who’re rough. I don’t usually talk to AMP ladies about eforum.xxx, but I think an intelligent young SP like CC might benefit from reading reviews to learn about men. I also mention the superior service at an AMP like Prosper, and she seems keenly interested.
In spite of some conspicuous gaps in CC's service I decide, as a good-will gesture, to give her a .2 tip. "Thank you for the tip," she says as we hug goodbye. I leave satisfied. If anybody asked me where, in my life right now, I'm happiest, honesty would compel me to admit, “On a massage table, corking a young Asian hottie.”
What few reviews there are of this place sound lukewarm, but I feel up to the challenge of turning erotic lead into gold. Prior to committing cash, and without the slightest fuss, I’m shown 2 pretty young women, one Japanese and the other Chinese; a 3rd, I’m told, is “busy.” It’s a bit of a toss-up between the two...but after a moment's vacillation I go for the Chinese girl who has a sparkle in her teenybopper face and an adorably dainty figure.
Her name is CC (pronounced Sissy). I decide to warm up with a massage and learn she’s 20, from Shanghai, and at Sasa for about 2 months. There's a certain shyness about her at first, but the progression from cuddling to FS turns out to be smooth. She has the tiny beasts one would expect and two small tattoos. To keep this review short, let me list CC's strengths and weaknesses.
On the plus side:
—fluent English, alert and communicative in a soft-spoken and respectful way, able to give compliments, willing to take instruction
—willing to cuddle, receptive to caressing, responsive nipples, nice effort to arouse Tantalizer, cooperative with DATY, willing to talk dirty, positive attitude, no rushing, tight kitty, enjoyable in mish & doggie.
On the minus side:
—nonexistent massage skills, no real kissing except for dry pecks on closed lips, a whiff of cigarette smell, keeps her eyes mostly closed during FS, kitty a bit of an untrimmed wilderness, rather lame CG and ACG
—a flat-out refusal to comply with a CBJ request midway through, saying she only gives BJs before penetration (perhaps I should have clarified that I'd put on a fresh condom?)
Turning down a routine request would normally dampen my enthusiasm for an SP; but I'm willing to cut a lovely 20-yr-old some slack. Frankly, my request was motivated only by idle curiosity about her skills rather than mad desire for a BJ—and I suspect I missed no unforgettable treat. To my surprise I experience intense arousal just plumbing the depths of that tight young kitty in mish, even without her needing to do a lot: I guess that's what evolution programmed men for. How lucky we are, I find myself thinking, to have realized that age-old male dream: getting sexual access to such a nubile beauty for a modest sum of cash, rather than having to resort to wars or acts of force in any way.
After my release she cleans me up and takes a shower while I relax. With ten min remaining, we cuddle and chat some more. She comments favorably on my gentleness, as well as the music and blanket I brought. “Well, I visit places like this a lot,” I say, “about twice a week. It’s my hobby.”
“Your HOBBY??” She seems incredulous. “Sure,” I say, “what do you think of this hobby: good or bad?”
“Bad, BAD,” she says with conviction. Of course she assumed I'm married, and her judgmental stance softens a bit after I explain that I'm single, and that this hobby has been terrific for my health.
"Maybe that's why you look so young," she says. She also tells me after working a shift she often feels really tired—and she doesn’t like guys who’re rough. I don’t usually talk to AMP ladies about eforum.xxx, but I think an intelligent young SP like CC might benefit from reading reviews to learn about men. I also mention the superior service at an AMP like Prosper, and she seems keenly interested.
In spite of some conspicuous gaps in CC's service I decide, as a good-will gesture, to give her a .2 tip. "Thank you for the tip," she says as we hug goodbye. I leave satisfied. If anybody asked me where, in my life right now, I'm happiest, honesty would compel me to admit, “On a massage table, corking a young Asian hottie.”