Bobbadoo
Known Skeptic
This one, is gonna be a long one.
Until now I have never written a review on this page, just a few comments here and there. However, please read it and see for yourselves, what you may be getting into.
The other day, I was in the area, and decided to stop by D&W Wellness, that is around Bloor and Christie. I have been there before, and while my experiences there were somewhat inconsistent, they were generally pleasant.
I was greeted by a rather attractive slim woman, that looked like she could be in her mid-to-late thirties. I originally came to have a session with someone else, but she was friendly and welcoming, her English seemed decent, so I decided to stay with her. She introduced herself (you can ask me to pm you her name) and we opted for a half an hour. While I was undressing, she stayed in the room almost the whole time (which I found rather cool), playfully flirted with me a littleโฆ all โn all, everything was promising to be a fun session, until it actually started.
As I laid down, I decided to skip a massage portion for later and we started straight from a hj. Well, to call it that would be an understatement, as the whole time it felt as if she was aiming to rip my dick out, like a carrot. I asked her to go slower, at least 4(!) times, I even showed her how to, but each time I heard a phlegmatic โmm-hmmโ and she would just keep jackhammering me on and on. I actually found myself watching the clock, lol! After I couldnโt even get fully hard, and finally, after just not being able to take it anymore, I asked her to stop.
Well, me think, not everyone has a talent for happy endings, so just a massage would hopefully do. I turn on my stomach, and there begin some of my most excruciatingly painful moments in the history of my hobby.
It honestly seemed that her aim was to break my bones. With her elbows. As roughly as she possibly could. And as fast as she could. I lay down there, practically begging her to go softer, at one point I even exclaimed โITโS TOO HARD! SOFTER!!โ, to which I still heard that same aloof โmm-hmmโ and of course, nothing changes. Once again, I had to stop that so-called massage as soon as I possibly could.
Well, I am to be there for a half an hour, right? The lady is nude, so here comes a gentle pussy play. I ask her to lay down on her back and begin to gently touching her down there. After I heard a few moans and squeaks for a few seconds, she goes completely stillโฆ No reaction. Not a single twist or movement. I actually checked if she was breezing! After a few minutes I stop that ridiculous ordeal, wash my hands and get dressed. Sheโs awake and surprised, asking me if everything is ok. I say- the massage is over. She sees me out, cheerfully inviting me to see her again in the future. Seriouslyโฆ what?
Obviously, many things here are subjective; not everyone has compatible sexual chemistry and what not. Or maybe a sawing machine hj is your thing before getting your bones crushed by a bulldozer. Each to their own. But what truly is a bummer here-I am physically hurt. I can barely move and my entire back is still screaming of pain. The back of my neck is swollen and I have headaches. I had to book an emergency session with my chiro, just to get through the week after that so-called โmassageโ. As it stands for me, it was hands down the worst session I have ever had.
Until now I have never written a review on this page, just a few comments here and there. However, please read it and see for yourselves, what you may be getting into.
The other day, I was in the area, and decided to stop by D&W Wellness, that is around Bloor and Christie. I have been there before, and while my experiences there were somewhat inconsistent, they were generally pleasant.
I was greeted by a rather attractive slim woman, that looked like she could be in her mid-to-late thirties. I originally came to have a session with someone else, but she was friendly and welcoming, her English seemed decent, so I decided to stay with her. She introduced herself (you can ask me to pm you her name) and we opted for a half an hour. While I was undressing, she stayed in the room almost the whole time (which I found rather cool), playfully flirted with me a littleโฆ all โn all, everything was promising to be a fun session, until it actually started.
As I laid down, I decided to skip a massage portion for later and we started straight from a hj. Well, to call it that would be an understatement, as the whole time it felt as if she was aiming to rip my dick out, like a carrot. I asked her to go slower, at least 4(!) times, I even showed her how to, but each time I heard a phlegmatic โmm-hmmโ and she would just keep jackhammering me on and on. I actually found myself watching the clock, lol! After I couldnโt even get fully hard, and finally, after just not being able to take it anymore, I asked her to stop.
Well, me think, not everyone has a talent for happy endings, so just a massage would hopefully do. I turn on my stomach, and there begin some of my most excruciatingly painful moments in the history of my hobby.
It honestly seemed that her aim was to break my bones. With her elbows. As roughly as she possibly could. And as fast as she could. I lay down there, practically begging her to go softer, at one point I even exclaimed โITโS TOO HARD! SOFTER!!โ, to which I still heard that same aloof โmm-hmmโ and of course, nothing changes. Once again, I had to stop that so-called massage as soon as I possibly could.
Well, I am to be there for a half an hour, right? The lady is nude, so here comes a gentle pussy play. I ask her to lay down on her back and begin to gently touching her down there. After I heard a few moans and squeaks for a few seconds, she goes completely stillโฆ No reaction. Not a single twist or movement. I actually checked if she was breezing! After a few minutes I stop that ridiculous ordeal, wash my hands and get dressed. Sheโs awake and surprised, asking me if everything is ok. I say- the massage is over. She sees me out, cheerfully inviting me to see her again in the future. Seriouslyโฆ what?
Obviously, many things here are subjective; not everyone has compatible sexual chemistry and what not. Or maybe a sawing machine hj is your thing before getting your bones crushed by a bulldozer. Each to their own. But what truly is a bummer here-I am physically hurt. I can barely move and my entire back is still screaming of pain. The back of my neck is swollen and I have headaches. I had to book an emergency session with my chiro, just to get through the week after that so-called โmassageโ. As it stands for me, it was hands down the worst session I have ever had.