After a long break, I finally visited the “bunny.” A new addition to their portfolio appeared, and I couldn’t resist. The operator directed me to the branch on Staropramenná Street. As I entered the building, I heard a door opening as I descended the stairs. Waiting for me was a sexy blonde with loose hair, a seductive smile, and a tantalizingly open company robe, revealing her breasts so invitingly that during our initial embrace, I could explore their entire shape, including the pointed nipples that seemed to beckon me to a feast. As we made our way to the room, she began to offer her full menu, and sparks of Eastern promises danced in her eyes. By the time we entered the room, I knew exactly what I intended to savor.

As soon as we arrived, she discarded her robe, and I swallowed hard, realizing that even though I was still clothed, I was already feeling a noticeable tension in my pants. That had never happened to me before. Rabbit is known for having quite enhanced photos, but in this case, reality was even more exhilarating. It was probably due to the sensual femininity that radiates from Daniela. A lovely face, no inflated lips (I still don’t understand why girls do that, and I’d love for someone to explain it to me in the comments). I didn’t notice any significant tattoos or piercings. Just naturally confident beauty, with slow, graceful feline movements. Daniela doesn’t rush, and even though you can’t quite grasp how it happens, within about five minutes of meeting her, you’re in the shower, in every sense of the word.

Daniela presses tightly against you from behind, gently rubbing against you. While her left hand soaps you up front, her right hand slips between your thighs from behind, massaging your perineum and squeezing your balls. It all felt so natural and comfortable that I didn’t want to stop it. However, I didn’t want to finish in the shower, so I had to call a halt just as the bliss was peaking. Well, a halt. I don’t know how Daniela does it, but throughout my visit, I only needed to hint or imagine something, and I had exactly what I wanted in front of my eyes, in my hands, or in my mouth. She really knows how to handle men and knows exactly where and how to touch or what to offer from her petite, flawless body for play.

So, when I expressed a desire to take the initiative while we were stretching the sheet together, she immediately lay on her stomach, handed me massage oil, and provocatively presented her perfectly shaped, luxurious ass (see attached photos). I really tried to be patient and not rush, but her blissfully inviting backside gradually convinced my eyes, hands, tongue, and mouth that I couldn’t pull away. Before that, I managed to play with her adorable feet for a moment, and then I lost myself in space and time for quite a while.

When I finally emerged from the enchantment of her fragrant, smoothly shaved, wet and hot pulsating pussy in my mouth, I found myself on my stomach, and Daniela began her massage performance on me. Well, it was hardly a massage anymore. I’d call it a beautifully escalating erotic game. I’m experienced enough to know that the lover-like cuddling and caressing is an illusion created by the masseuse. The exciting whispers in my ear and its licking, the soft moaning, the tickling with her hair, and the kissing all over my body, teasing my groin with the rubbing of her lower abdomen or her aroused, erect nipples of her beautifully shaped breasts, soft and firm to the touch. It’s all part of the illusion. But in Daniela’s execution, it’s so perfect that when she let me taste her open and supple pussy once more at the moment of my climax, I trembled all over. She let me twitch for a long time, wiped everything clean, and snuggled up to me with such a devoted expression that, as old as I am, I naively succumbed to the illusion, feeling like the master of the universe with my hand possessively gripping her butt.

I think Daniela can evoke this feeling in many men and adapt to their individual needs. I deduce this from the fact that a previous reviewer wrote about a wild ride, while what I experienced was more of a long, gentle sway on the waves. It’s easy to become addicted to her, so I want to warn you with all seriousness. I believe Daniela can turn even seasoned veterans’ heads with her approach.

Massage rating: super good. Type of massage: pussycat, 90 minutes for 3400 CZK + 200 CZK for the lady for the exceptional experience.

Savings versus desire—desire for a massage won out. Since I only had two days to book, my favorite masseuse wasn’t available. So, I turned to the website of a trusted source. My first choice didn’t work out, so I tried the second option: Alex, with a booking for a “pussycat” massage. I appreciate that the site honestly states what services the lady offers and whether she enjoys them. Here, it just said she offers it, which can be a gamble, as it doesn’t always turn out well.

Booking for the desired time was smooth. I made my way to Vinohradska. I arrived right on time. I always hesitate at the door downstairs, unsure of which one to choose—it would be nice if they marked it or mentioned it in the SMS.

After a moment, Alex greeted me with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, calling me “Darling,” which assured me things would be fine. Her new photos on RH were accurate: a beautiful figure, lovely breasts, and a stunning backside. I like it when a girl has a bit of a ribcage showing.

We headed to a room almost at the end, which had three mirrors, including one on the ceiling—something I hadn’t experienced before. Alex offered a drink and a shared shower, which I accepted. She left to get the drink while I went to start the shower. She wasn’t opposed to introductory touches, kisses, or caresses.

After drying off, I lay on my stomach. She barely noticed my legs, which didn’t bother me. She thoroughly worked on my back, using her fingers, breasts, and body while letting out delightful sighs. She positioned her backside in enticing ways. She ventured down a few times.

The turn came about halfway through, which seems standard to me. She was above me, moving over my chest with her fingers, then her body, reaching my neck where she hinted at a kiss, which she did place on my cheek. Her face was so close to mine that our noses nearly touched—it was very pleasant and exciting.

Looking up at the ceiling, seeing her move so beautifully, I asked if she could lie on her back so I could take the initiative for a while. She wasn’t opposed to touches, kisses, or teasing down below, but after a bit, I sensed she wanted me to stop. I’m not one to push beyond someone’s comfort or desire.

We switched positions again, and she was above me once more, moving around my neck, pressing against me, and massaging down below so wonderfully that just a few glances upward at her swaying hips were enough to finish things off. She seemed surprised and, with a smile and the words “I’ll kill you,” began to clean herself and then me.

We had a few minutes left, so she massaged my back again, and I enjoyed the view of her beautiful backside. Another shared shower, getting dressed, and payment followed. The session lasted about 55 minutes. A goodbye kiss on the cheek, and I left.

The massage wasn’t top-notch, but the excitement and great mood afterward certainly were, so I would definitely repeat it.

Type of massage: pussycat
Duration: 1 hour
Price: 2600
Review rating: good

At the appointed hour, Kris opens the door, and I’m hit with a wow effect! The photos didn’t lie. Although she’s from Moldova, Kris looks like she’s from somewhere up north. I like that. The downside is that from the very first moment, she exudes a sort of “Nordic” chill. She doesn’t really respond to my attempts at conversation, mostly giving one-word answers and minimal smiles. I shower alone and lie down on the mattress.

Kris starts the massage, and she’s good at this initial part. However, it bothered me that whenever my hand came into contact with her leg, Kris would shift so that I couldn’t reach her. This improved a bit during the B2B, but I still felt that Kris was keeping too much distance.

After the flip, which happened exactly halfway through, not much changed. The B2B was more for show, and the handjob was mostly from a safe distance. That doesn’t really do it for me. In the end, though, we manage to finish together.

Surprisingly, after the climax, there’s a significant change—Kris suddenly becomes relaxed, smiling (!), and communicative. There’s quite a bit of time left, which we spend pleasantly chatting. So, I’m not sure. I’d happily go for a massage with this “second Kris,” but I’m afraid the “first Kris” might be waiting there instead.

1h B2B 2100,-

Hi all.

This is my very first review. I’ve visited erotic massage parlors in the past but never wrote a review. Last year, I got back into this hobby and thought, why not share my experiences?

I visited Kaja at the beginning of May. I went to the branch on Vinohradská. I wasn’t too thrilled about the location and the busy street. After ringing the bell, I was let inside and went down the stairs to where the doors were already open. My first impression of Kaja (visually) was good; I liked her face. But as soon as she started talking, it was clear she wasn’t in a good mood, and I wondered if I had made a mistake.

In the room, we discussed the type of massage. I chose the erotic mix for an hour. I didn’t require a shared shower, and while showering, I pondered whether this would be a disaster or not.

After the shower, I had to wait a few more minutes for Kaja to arrive. Once she did, I lay on my stomach, and she took off her robe, revealing her naked body for the first time. For her age (according to the website, 29?), she has a slim figure, not an ounce of fat on her stomach, clearly takes care of herself. The massage on my stomach was quite pleasant; Kaja has gentle hands, knows how to snuggle up, and position herself in the mirror. This part was relaxing, which eased my concerns about a potential disaster (unfortunately, only briefly). Reviews often mention whether the masseuse pays attention to intimate areas while on the stomach. If I remember correctly, Kaja didn’t focus much on those areas while I was on my stomach.

About halfway through, I turned onto my back. Kaja slid over me a few times and then sat on my stomach, facing away, so I could see her slender backside. Then she began with a quick handjob, going at it quite hard, seemingly wanting to get it over with quickly. Unfortunately, this approach doesn’t work for me; I didn’t enjoy it at all, and while the massage on my stomach was gentle, this was the complete opposite. She eventually managed to finish me off, but I didn’t particularly enjoy it. After the massage, she seemed relieved, started talking, and was more pleasant and open. I learned that her life isn’t exactly easy, which of course, saddens me. She came across as tired and burnt out. During massages, I don’t really care about whether there are restrictions or not… I go there just for some cuddling, a moment of intimacy, eroticism, relaxation. There was very little of that here.

Some might argue that I only chose the erotic mix massage. Yes. But even if I had paid a few extra hundred for body-to-body, I doubt there would have been more intimacy and sensuality.

In summary, a pleasant moment on my stomach followed by a frontal assault on my back. I don’t even know if the time was adhered to. After that experience, I didn’t really care. In the end, I give an average rating, but with a grain of salt.

Erotic mix
60 minutes
1800 CZK

On the RH schedule, I noticed a charming blonde named Kris, who, according to the photos and description, is tall and slender. Upon arriving at RH, I confirmed that the photos are indeed hers, and she might even be taller than the stated 170 cm. She’s slim and very attractive. Initially, I was surprised when she started speaking fluent English to me, but it turned out she’s from Moldova and communicates in English quite well, with only a slight accent.

After arriving in the room, we took a shower together. This isn’t her strong suit yet, as the goal was purely cleanliness. I think some masters of this discipline could show her what can be accomplished in the shower.

At first, Kris was pleasant but rather quiet. However, I managed to break the ice and make her laugh. I rate the first part of the massage, while on my stomach, positively; it was enjoyable and included some body-to-body (b2b) contact. The turn happened before halfway through the session. After the turn, there was intense b2b, and she didn’t shy away from mutual touches; in fact, she moaned nicely during them. Once she finished moaning, she pulled away and showed no further interest in mutual touches. I think she was taken aback that an old hand still knows where to touch and what effect it has… So, a lesson for next time: save mutual touches with Kris for the end of the massage.

For me, it was a very pleasant experience that I would gladly repeat in the future.

PS: I’m surprised that such a lovely and kind girl hasn’t received any reviews here yet.

Hello everyone,

For quite some time, I’ve had Nikol from the “rabbit house” on my massage bucket list. This dates back to when she first started doing massages and was considered quite the star according to reviews.

I booked a weekend appointment through the online operator for a session mid-week. I opted for a 60-minute B2B massage. I confirmed the day before and on the “big day,” I set off on my trip to Prague. I rang the bell, and Nikol herself quickly opened the door. A friendly introduction and a welcome kiss on the cheek—she’s charming. And very beautiful, a real stunner (her lips are slightly enhanced… unnecessary in my opinion, but manageable :-). After entering the room, she offered a shower, which I couldn’t refuse with such a beauty. She left to prepare and returned quite quickly. She dropped the towel, and I could only drool over her divine body. Those curves… those stunning natural C-cups… a perfect little butt. Beautifully tanned. Everything was top-notch. The shower was slightly erotic… it was quite invigorating during the wash. But it wasn’t anything wild.

Once on the futon, she started with a nice, gentle back massage. Nothing sporty, just pleasant, which is how I like it. After oiling up that amazing body, there was some sliding and a great view (with my neck painfully twisted :-). Sighs in the ear, intertwined fingers for more intense sensations, it was all there. She regularly ventured between the cheeks, making it clear why I came. The frequency with which she played with the balls, stroked, and teased from below was very pleasant and definitely above average compared to other masseuses. Many masseuses only venture into these areas before the turnover, which is a shame. Nikol knows better…

After the turnover, the gentle stroking and sliding continued. I’d highlight a few key moments.

This might have been the first time it happened to me. Even though she only occasionally focused on the main attraction (no frontal assault, etc.), she kept it ready throughout the stomach phase. She did it so nicely and cleverly. I’d give her top marks for her technique.

Unfortunately, I’d deduct points for her acceptance of touch. She doesn’t allow any touching down below, not even a little… I tried very lightly, and my hand was moved aside. Since I wasn’t sure if it was accidental or not, I tried again after some time… well, it wasn’t accidental. 🙁 This time it was clear (without words, but the gesture was obvious). I must say, I was surprised. I know she no longer does pussycat… I wasn’t planning on going down there. But when she used to mention on her profile that she loved pussycat, it surprised me. This is a step down, two levels at least. Well, Nikol realized she could do it this way too.

Another negative discovery was, since I couldn’t touch down below, I focused on her truly luxurious breasts. After a while, she also moved me away from there, to not overdo it. Note: No, I really wasn’t overdoing it, I’m more of a bottom guy… I like butts… I wasn’t squeezing her breasts senselessly.

These were two negative points.

On the positive side, besides maintaining the “ready state” of the main attraction, she maximized the time. Only when she deemed it appropriate, did she finish me off effortlessly. That sense… knowing when not yet… and now, yes… was superb (and it definitely wasn’t like “we’re nearing the end, so I’ll finish him off, and that’s it”). It beautifully blended with the entire massage leading to the orgasm. We lay there for a little while afterward, and only then did she start talking a bit more. Until then, it was quite silent. During this, I stroked her back and butt, and it was a lovely finish.

Summary: Nikol is stunning. She knows exactly what she’s doing, what to sacrifice for this job, and what not to.

For her looks, technique, and overall care from the shower to the massage, I definitely recommend her.

Facts:
Massage: B2B
Duration: 60 min
Price: 2100

My Best “Massage” Experience

The quotation marks are necessary because it had little to do with an actual massage. I didn’t have a gram of oil on me, and we didn’t even pretend to knead my stiff neck.

Better than sex. I’ve read this phrase in several reviews before and didn’t believe it. I’ve had a few massages myself—some better, but there were times I wondered if I’d be better off taking care of myself at my computer. But this session with Tina wasn’t just on another level; it was a different sport altogether.

I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t a massage. This is how I imagine a date with a lover… except for the payment at the end. We agreed on the type of massage (which seems pointless in hindsight), I said I’d pay extra for kissing, and as for the “pussycat,” we’d see how it went.

Then she undressed me, I undressed her, she pushed me onto the bed, and we started cuddling and kissing. Then the underwear came off, and we moved to the shower. What followed was a full-on frontal assault, and I had to steer it a bit towards tender romance. Soaping, stroking, positioning, turning, washing, cuddling—pure bliss.

We dried each other off, and I expected a command like “lie on your stomach and we’ll start.” Instead, it felt like foreplay. Cuddling, kissing (with tongue, just like with a lover), caressing. No script. Then I asked if I could lick her, positioned her as I needed, she spread her legs, and she tasted amazing. She put on quite a show, moaning, clawing at the sheets with her nails. I can’t say if she had an orgasm, but the juices in my mouth were no act.

Then just fragments—she lies next to my cock, strokes it, looks me in the eyes, opens her mouth, and lets a nice glob of saliva drop. Without breaking eye contact, she hit the tip perfectly. Masterpiece! I need to teach my wife this. Another fragment—I want to touch her between her legs and spit on it to make it slick. At that moment, it occurred to me it might be an issue, so I asked her to spit on my hand instead.

Nothing was a problem; not for a second did I feel she’d rather be elsewhere.

Another term from the reviews here—imitation of sex. I finally experienced it. She held my cock between her thighs, clearly outside, but covered it with her hand. As wet as she was, sliding over me, I might not have even noticed if it slipped inside. Nicely in the cowgirl position, energetically, her breasts bouncing, eyes glued to mine. Beautiful.

In fact, it was so beautiful that I had to slow her down, and we agreed I’d finish on her breasts. Me standing, her kneeling, holding her breasts, looking into my eyes. I know I’m repeating myself, but this is so damn sexy! I’ve come on breasts many times, even at home, but Tina took even this to another universe. She started spreading me all over her breasts, I helped a bit, we kissed, then cuddled, so we were totally covered in… well, to use the most accurate term.

With other girls, I’ve experienced them attacking the tissue box after the first drop, but here we just kept cuddling and kissing. Divine. We went to the shower maybe five minutes later, calmly washed up, cuddled… When we were drying off again, the word massage came up. I think she asked how I liked my massage. Then we had to laugh because this really had nothing to do with a massage. I don’t know where they keep the clock, but apparently, there was still time left, so we straightened the crumpled sheets from the previous action, and we continued cuddling, kissing, playing with her breasts, exploring her butt, etc. It lasted until she inevitably whispered in my ear that it was time to finish.

We helped each other get dressed, she disappeared for a moment, then we sorted out the payment—if I understand correctly, two thousand was the base, five hundred each for kissing and the pussycat, and I added another five hundred as a personal bonus (don’t you just love corporate terms in inappropriate places?) because I was truly in seventh heaven.

In previous posts, there are discussions about her figure, breasts, and hips. I must admit she’s not my type, but what she delivered completely overshadowed all other impressions.

Type of massage: I think body to body
Duration of massage: one hour
Price for massage: 3000 CZK
Rating: on a 10-point scale, without a second thought, I give it a 12 ♥️

Amid the Christmas frenzy, I decided to combine my planned trip to Prague with a bit of relaxation, so I didn’t hesitate to contact Fantazie. Booking through WhatsApp was straightforward as usual.

I know Diana/Sandy from Nirvana, but she’s now listed under Candy, and the masseuses have dispersed to different salons. There’s plenty of purple parking spaces around the salon, so parking isn’t an issue. I arrive at the location. There’s a bus stop in front of the salon, so there are people who might potentially see where you’re going. I ring the bell, and after a moment, I’m let inside and descend the spiral staircase to the basement.

Diana herself opens the door for me. Based on previous reviews, I expected a cooler reception due to Diana’s more introverted nature, and that’s exactly how it was—no welcoming kiss.

The room has two mirrors, one in front and one along the side, just the right amount of lighting, and a shower big enough for shared activities. The music is provided by a “JBL” speaker. We settle the finances and the usual drinks.

Diana steps out to get drinks and oil. Meanwhile, I take a solo shower to warm up a bit, though fortunately, it’s not below freezing outside, so it doesn’t take long to get into a functional state. Unfortunately, Diana still hasn’t returned, so I decide a shared shower wouldn’t make sense anymore and start drying off.

Shortly after, Diana arrives, and I automatically lie down on the futon. Diana first pours oil on me and then drenches herself. She begins the massage from my feet upwards, sitting on my leg, and I can feel the animal warmth from her treasure. From past reviews, I was looking forward to the described slide with her beautiful bottom (as seen in the photos). It happened, and I could hardly keep my head from turning to look in the mirror. Diana responded positively to smiles and reciprocated them shyly. We continued with B2B, where Diana isn’t afraid to use her elbows and knees. During the slide, she stops at my ear, kisses it, and with a wandering hand, checks the situation.

I take this as a sign to turn over, which I promptly do. Diana pours oil on me and starts B2B from the side, then straddles me, sliding in a way that her face stops near mine, looking into my eyes provocatively. I trace her silhouette with my hands until they rest on her bottom. My fingers explore her treasure, and we play together with external movements. I can feel she’s wet, and Diana adds a soundtrack of her moans. She slides her cheeks to my penis, performing an excellent simulation of sex, making me feel as if I’m inside her. Finally, she turns to a 69 position, bringing her treasure to my mouth, and the tongue tornado begins. We stay in this position until the end, where my endurance finally brings me to climax.

Diana takes good care of me, wiping me down, then lies next to me for a bit of conversation, cuddling against my chest. Unfortunately, our time was up, so we head to the shower, which is more of a wash-off style, where she removes the oil from my back, but just as Veteran mentioned, Diana prefers to shower alone.

Conclusion: After a lukewarm start, which I’d rate as mid, Diana eventually warmed up, earning a smiley face in the end.

Type of massage: Pussycat
Duration: 60 min
Price: 2400,-

My favorite masseuse was hopelessly booked, so I opted for Sára, whose photos I quite liked. Based on her description, I expected a gentler, more affectionate creature. At the door on Vinohradská, Sára greeted me with a handshake and kisses on the face. She looked different than I imagined, with somewhat harsher facial features. She doesn’t smile much, and when she’s not smiling, she seems stern. She’d be more fitting as a BDSM dominatrix, but she doesn’t have a heart for that category. She’s a tough girl. I like such girls, but outside the salon.

I booked a body-to-body massage for 60 minutes, priced at 1900 CZK on special offer. We went to the shower together, but just washed up, nothing that would get me excited. The room had plenty of light, hooray! After lying down, I noticed a good mirror. It’s a shame I can’t remember exactly which room in the salon it was, but we can’t choose the room anyway. It’s located further from the entrance, smaller, with a shower directly opposite the mattress, next to which a lamp shines. Sára started with a full-body hand massage. And wow, it’s a real, hard massage. I like that, she doesn’t hold back and stretches my muscles. She has really strong hands; I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side.

She interrupts the massage with short B2B sessions, which are pleasant, but she doesn’t seem to be really into it. Those three letters on G are notably missing, and I don’t mean GTA. She blew into my ear maybe twice. It looks nice in the mirror; she has a very nice backside, which she isn’t afraid to flaunt in the mirror, giving me a nice view. After a while, I started caressing her wherever I could, on her arms, legs, and thighs. But it had no effect. However, my muscles were beautifully massaged, like never before in an erotic massage.

After turning over, she oiled me up first, and I just smiled at her, trying to make eye contact. If there was any, she looked at me as if I forgot her birthday. I don’t know, I had the feeling the whole time that she didn’t like me at all and didn’t really want to be there with me; she wouldn’t make a good actress. And my little soldier was at ease, so Sára had to manually bring it to attention. She was in such a position that I could only caress her ankles and feet, but I like women’s feet, and she gave them fully within reach.

It’s a shame that her expression showed she wasn’t really enjoying it. That’s what stuck with me the most from our meeting, her rolling her eyes in all directions. But when she went for body-to-body, it was nice; she has lovely small breasts and a very nice firm backside. She allowed herself to be caressed, but since the overall atmosphere didn’t change, I didn’t feel like unnecessarily teasing her. At one point, she lay down beside me, stimulating me with her hand and trying to snuggle, and I tried to embrace her, but I felt it was against her grain. After a while, I started to worry about what no one, not even the masseuse, wants.

But Sára ended with what I’d call an “angry” 69. To give you an idea, in a position on all fours, she clamped my head with her strong (muscular, not fatty) thighs, and I had her “friend” right above my eyes. A very nice view, quite close, yet far and out of my reach, while my head was fixed between her thighs. It was provocative, and I enjoyed that. It reminded me more of some BDSM element, that kind of teasing, even though I haven’t tried this type of massage yet, but I plan to one day (maybe with Violette). Meanwhile, she started to harshly stroke me, finally sighed a bit, and after a few minutes, we successfully finished. Sára handed me a drink and sat next to me, not close to me, we chatted a bit, and she finally smiled, though she wasn’t affectionate at all, or at least not that day.

We went back to the shower, where nothing erotic happened. Overall, it lacked eroticism and especially any hint of feigned affection. However, I can’t say it didn’t have positive aspects. They should remove the sentence about a beautiful smile and friendly nature from her profile. What I liked was the thorough full-body massage, something like from Sofie, which is rare. Sára has a nice firm body, which she lets you touch, and that final position was great. So, I give her a neutral smiley from me. I probably didn’t appeal to her at all, or someone had already pissed her off that day. I won’t repeat. I’d recommend her to those who like more dominant types and challenges.

This was my first visit to the Le Velour salon, a place I had been planning to go to for some time. My decision was expedited by winning a contest there. I would like to thank the admin and the owner of the establishment once again for their willingness and help in resolving my lost response to the win, as it seemed like my second win might also go to waste, which would have really upset me. And rightly so.

I scheduled my visit to the salon for the autumn holidays when I was home alone and looking forward to indulging myself peacefully. I was torn between choosing Vivien or Valentyna. My first attempt at booking was through the online system, but the salon had recently changed its rules, and newcomers now have to book in person. So, I used the chat on the salon’s website and made a reservation with Vivien through a pleasant operator. Shortly after, I received a confirmation SMS with instructions on where to go. However, my misfortune wasn’t over, as my wife changed her plans and postponed her holiday departure by a few days. So, I had to rearrange my sinful plans and, with the help of the accommodating operator, rescheduled for another day, this time with Valentyna.

I made the reservation in the morning and set off for the massage in the afternoon, with plenty of time to spare. I expected terrible traffic, but I didn’t anticipate that I’d be stuck for about 100 minutes over a mere 13 km. Prague was gridlocked, and I helplessly watched time slip away, almost losing my hard-won prize while sitting in traffic. Fortunately, luck was on my side, and I managed to park at OC Flora 10 minutes before the massage was due to start. I hadn’t realized how far I’d have to run to Namesti Jiriho z Podebrad. Luck smiled on me again when, just as I began to panic about finding my way out of the unfamiliar shopping center, I received a text from the operator saying I could arrive 5 minutes late. Although she retracted that later, she allowed me to be late. So, I jogged towards NJP and arrived only two minutes late. This is probably the worst thing that can happen to someone going for a massage—arriving completely stressed, angry about unrelated events, and sweaty and breathless from a one-kilometer run. My preparation and anticipation for the massage were completely gone, and I felt sorry for the poor masseuse who had to deal with it.

I found the entrance to the salon immediately, following the description. At the entrance, I met a local who wanted to let me in, but I preferred to wait until she left and then rang the bell. Down the stairs, to the left, and within seconds, the door opened to reveal the beautiful and charming Valentyna in blue and white lace lingerie, high heels, and a big smile. All I was missing was a mask. She immediately took me to her room, which looked more like a separate apartment with several rooms inside. I tried to apologize for not being in the right mood and needing a quick shower, but Valentyna just laughed it off and kept reassuring me to relax and focus only on her. After clarifying the massage and the rules, she instructed me to undress and sent me alone across the hallway to the shower. From reviews, I knew that at Le Velour, the shower is without the masseuse, but this time, I was glad for it.

I returned from the shower to the room, and Valentyna suggested we relax, cuddle, and caress each other while standing. In lingerie, it was a different and very erotic experience, which I don’t understand why other salons don’t offer. Then Valentyna instructed me to lie on my stomach. I hadn’t been to a lingam massage before, so it didn’t seem odd to me. But Valentyna realized it after a few seconds and, with apologies, turned me onto my back. Still in her lingerie and high heels, she began massaging me with her hands, and I finally had time to gradually unwind, notice her appearance, and surrender to her touch.

Valentyna, unsurprisingly, is Czech. Her description and stated age on the website match. She has a rounder face, beautiful cat-like eyes, and a big, genuine smile. Her feline expressions were enchanting, especially when she narrowed her eyes—it was incredibly sexy. Her body is beautifully shaped, firm, and clearly athletic. She’s not skinny, just beautifully built. Her breasts are nicely shaped, just the right size for a hand, but they’re not natural. Thankfully, her lips haven’t been visibly altered. I noticed a small tattoo on her body, which wasn’t distracting. Valentyna only mentioned a ban on touching below, which I expected. Her whole demeanor conveyed that she enjoys her work, genuinely wants to make me feel good, and hopes I’ll want to return to the salon and maybe try something different next time.

Valentyna first massaged me with her hands and forearms on my legs, which was very pleasant after the run to the salon. Gradually, she moved to my upper body, and as she stretched across my chest and arms, her bra casually began to reveal her breasts. Again, a small detail, but incredibly sexy. After a while, she unhooked her bra and let them free. That was my cue to start examining them closely and evaluate the surgeon’s work. During the massage, Valentyna casually circled around my friend, first with light touches and then more systematically giving it attention. After a while, she began incorporating her chest into the massage, sensually teasing me as our faces drew closer. Several times, we were nose to nose, with hints of kisses. I reciprocated with kisses on her neck and nape a few times, but I wasn’t completely relaxed yet, so I was more on the receiving end.

Then Valentyna removed her panties, straddled me, and massaged my entire body from top to bottom with her body. She paused at my friend, teasing it with simulated copulation, so I felt every hair of her slight stubble on her. A few times, I worried my friend might end up where it shouldn’t, but given the previous stress, it was still completely soft and unusable, so Valentyna had no reason to worry. Then she turned around into a reverse cowgirl position and continued her ride. In this position, she occasionally moved into a 69 position, getting so close to my face that if I wanted to, I could have easily reached her with my tongue. But that didn’t even cross my mind, as what I was receiving during the massage more than compensated for it. All these positions were performed in high heels, and I experienced a slight thrill, anticipating being pricked by them during a position change. But Valentýna is a lady and a professional, and nothing happened to me. The final position was a foot massage of my friend, barefoot, again with a beautiful view of her.

As time was running out, it was time to awaken my friend and relieve him. Despite all these touches, my friend remained soft, but for Valentyna, it was a challenge to do something about it. She began using various hand techniques to awaken him. She paid a lot of attention to the glans, which I really appreciated. Many masseuses avoid it for some reason, saying clients find it too sensitive. She also focused intensely on my balls, stimulating the perineum through the scrotum, and applied various pressures on the perineum. I resisted for a long time, so Valentyna had to go back to the 69 position, which is hard to resist. Yet, I still resisted, so she used some gel that felt cold and seemed to burn. I joked whether she had applied chili or something. Stress is a killer, and it really took almost until the last minute of the massage before Valentyna finally made me climax. I felt a bit sorry for her, but for her, it was a challenge she didn’t want to lose, and it was clear she cared. She thoroughly drained my friend to the last drop and twitch, just the way I like it.

After cleaning up, there was no time for anything else, so she sent me back to the shower alone. Before I knew it, the hour with Valentyna was over, and I was back on the street.

Conversing with Valentyna was delightful, and I was pleased that she invited me to try other types of massages. It’s quite common for a masseuse to say you should come again, but for her to describe other types of massages and give a gentle, positive endorsement of the entire establishment is rare. For me, it was an excellent experience in every aspect, and Valentyna even planted the idea of possibly trying their BDSM sometime, which otherwise wouldn’t appeal to me.

I would definitely repeat in the future, but I need to be calm to truly enjoy it.

Type of massage: Lingam Massage
Duration of massage: 60 minutes
Price of massage: Contest win, normally 2200 CZK