Laura Imperium massage
It wasn't long ago that I wisely wrote here about how a quality erotic massage experience is stored in our heads and I cleverly advised how to set yourself up properly before coming to the salon. And of course, I experienced exactly what I deserved, because pride goes before a fall. It all started with the fact that I couldn't decide whether I wanted to book Bianca, with whom I had already had one great experience, or whether I wanted to continue discovering new additions to the Empire and go see Miss Laura. Although I was very drawn to Bianca, I ultimately decided on Laura and with this retrospectively evaluated wrong decision, when I went against my own intuition, I basically signed a sentence and you can now enjoy a review of how the smart guy came to his misfortune…..
Almost everything was wrong here. Another warning was that I changed my arrival time about three times because my day was getting complicated in various ways, but I ignored these signals too. Upon arriving at the salon, the receptionist told me that the lady was just arriving and that she was stuck in a traffic jam somewhere. I had already noticed that, because it had never happened to me before at Imperium that the lady was not waiting right in the salon, ready. Nevertheless, like an idiot, I paid long before the lady even arrived and lay down on the couch opposite the reception with a shot of rum in my hand. And instead of excitement, doubts started to creep into my head, which Bianka had arrived at the reception. She went there like a monster to discuss something with the receptionist and smiled at me seductively and friendly, groomed, with make-up on and dressed in a sexy outfit from which her breasts almost fell out. And that was the end of me. I totally wanted to grab her hand and go downstairs with her and forget that a Laura stuck in Prague traffic even existed. Before I could recover, the door flew open and Laura, unkempt in some kind of homemade elastics, a sweaty T-shirt and glasses on her nose, appeared and with a lot of apologies announced that she was running to get ready. Well, I was sitting there like a madman, I knew exactly how I should react and what I should do right, but I simply didn't have a day for good decisions. And so the only thing I came to was that I started convincing myself that things would definitely turn out for the better. However, the fact that Laura is Czech and I was in Imperium, where Ukrainian is spoken almost exclusively, really threw me off. And I haven't been going to "our" girls for quite a while. I may have written the reasons here before so I won't repeat myself. I'll just say that I've simply had a great time with Ukrainian girls since my very first massage and I haven't had a bad experience with any of them in all these years….
However, I went to the room to see Laura, who had probably had time to take a shower and put on some sexy lingerie in the meantime, but she probably couldn't see that I wasn't looking too enthusiastic. She probably tried to save it with some friendly conversation, but the sentence she let out, "We don't know each other from somewhere. We've met somewhere before," was probably the worst thing she could have said at that moment and my eroticism was literally at zero and I just said to myself, well, I hope not. But I probably left it completely unanswered and Laura was probably rightly nervous because of me, but I couldn't help it and it was practically impossible to wrap my head around an erotic experience. In the shower, Laura also tried to have some sex talk, but I was disconnected, the chemistry between us was zero, and I couldn't get it out of my head that I had made a mistake and should have chosen Bianca...
With that, I passively and resignedly collapsed on the futon and told myself that I would at least get a proper massage. I had become exactly the type of client that no masseuse would want and I didn't recognize myself at all. Just an honest day's worth of crap, when I shouldn't have even gotten out of the house in the morning. However, Laura looks exactly as she is depicted in the photos of the salon. I'm adding to the review the one that actually attracted me to her the most. She's more like thirty years old. Natural breasts, let's say a little tired, but still actually nice. The girl is definitely not ugly and she even tried quite hard to somehow reverse the disharmony that had arisen between us. She managed to do it exactly at the moment when she stuck her rather nice ass out in the mirror for me and I, looking intently at her pussy, finally knew how to deal with most of the remaining time so that it wouldn't be a complete failure. I didn't hesitate for long and told her that I would like to massage her. She was quite taken aback by my previous behavior, but I think she accepted it quite gratefully. And then the best and, fortunately, the longest part of our meeting began. I deliberately took my time and the atmosphere started to move in the right direction after all and then at a certain point I started to say to myself. Well, you see. You can eventually lick your way out of this mess. And I probably would have if I hadn't made another wrong decision and instead of letting her do my hand, I finally got aroused and knelt down.
between her thighs, so I laid down on my back for the finale with the idea that she would snuggle up to me from the front and finish me off in this position. However, what I can say to a Ukrainian with just a look, I can't even say to a Czech. Is there some kind of communication block? And so before I could tell her that I really don't like it when oil is used too much during the final chase, she was already kneeling down next to me and squirting it on me, I assume with good intentions, maybe all the oil that was still left in the bottle. Well, that definitely killed it. As soon as I lost contact with her sexy ass, my arousal went down and the oil arrived. So my friend bathed me in hectoliters of oil and I was already clear that the girl simply couldn't handle this anymore….
To her great surprise, I stopped her after a while and asked her to give me a good back massage in the remaining time. Laura probably didn't ask any more questions and after a while of the back massage she ordered me to go to the shower. There we cleaned each other of the oil and probably to our credit, we looked at each other in a friendly way even when saying goodbye and there was no major awkwardness. However, this simply didn't work out very well from the beginning almost to the end. I myself can't really tell whether it was caused more by me or Laura or by all the described circumstances. In any case, I will definitely not repeat it in this case.
It was a 90-minute pussycat massage for 3,000 CZK in the Ťapky20 promotion and I'm giving the lady a neutral smiley face because I simply can't help but feel that this time I caused the bad experience partly myself... Now, with a calm head, I don't understand at all why I didn't just stop it right at the beginning...
