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Do you know what's good about a bus pass?
You can use it for the LRT. I hopped on the C-Train and stopped off at the Marlborough station. This was a short walk across the street and past the Humpty's. I had a choice to make today. It was either food or a HJ.
I thought about it for a bit. Looked at the clientelle in the Humpty's and decided to roll the dice and venture into Sunflower Massage Center.
109, 920 36 ST NE 403 984 9299
http://maps.google.ca/maps?ie=UTF8&q=humpty's+calgary+ne&fb=1&gl=ca&hq=humpty's+calgary+ne&hnear=Calgary,+Division+No.+6,+Alberta&ll=51.060233,-113.981935&spn=0,0.727158&z=11&layer=c&cbll=51.060233,-113.981935&panoid=ErJQL4qAvbS8QTQAbv4WQA&cbp=12,102.63,,2,1.78
Cut and paste that. It's the business that's has all the white in the window.
Walk in and there is the obligatory rate chart on the wall. 40 for 1/2. Yeah yeah.
The mamasan walks out and greets me. I ask who else is working and she mentions Barbie which gave me a glimmer of hope that it isn't going to be the mamasan working my willy.
I pony up the eight 5 dollars bills and she retreats shutting the door behind her. I romantically dim the lights knowing that I have myself alone for a minute. I rub my hands across my chest slowly undressing myself. First my shirt and then my pants. I'm glad I wear my tear-away track pants. One quick rip and there on the floor and I'm soon lying rod down on the table wondering if I should just take care of this myself.
Naaaaahhhh.
Barbie comes in and turns the light up. I see she is 20ish. 5'5ish 100-110? She's wearing a blouse and some leggings underneath. This is a nice turn around from the self molestation I was giving myself a minute ago. Looking at her was much better than looking at myself in the mirror.
She asks if I want oil or lotion. I chose lotion. Makes me much so much softer.
Her hands were freezing and she giggled slightly asking if they were alright. I thought to myself as long as they were on my hammer they were alright with me.
She lotioned me up and gave a random smattering of ancient massage skills. Ok. That was an overstatement. She rubbed her hands up and down and around with no rhyme or reason. This was not a massage. It was barely a tickling. 4 minutes later I am asked to flip. I was peeking at her in the mirror liking what I saw but was she was lacking in the massage area for sure.
She asks about extras and motions with her hand the international sign of HJ. I read that loud and clear. We end up with a nude HJ for 100. I tell her to keep her panties on. They were shiny boy shorts and they looked/felt nice. I wasn't there to look at her vajajay. Not my style.
She gets naked and asks for my hands to rub alcohol on them. Well that's a first. I go with it. I guess that means I'm allowed to touch. She oils up the boys and starts to go at it. She was much better at the tug than the massage. She had some B sized boltons. Not a bad package when she's naked and tugging at your johnson.
She had good technique for that with some ball cupping/rubbing. I let her finish her business and she cleaned up with a hot towel.
We got dressed and exchange goodbyes.
Not the worst I've had. Nice eye candy. Regular prices. The shoes at the front door multiplied by the time I left. Must have more staff because I saw another few pairs of shoes that I didn't see coming in. At least mine were still there.
I Am.
Getting Tugged Helianthus Annuus Style
SlimShady.
You can use it for the LRT. I hopped on the C-Train and stopped off at the Marlborough station. This was a short walk across the street and past the Humpty's. I had a choice to make today. It was either food or a HJ.
I thought about it for a bit. Looked at the clientelle in the Humpty's and decided to roll the dice and venture into Sunflower Massage Center.
109, 920 36 ST NE 403 984 9299
http://maps.google.ca/maps?ie=UTF8&q=humpty's+calgary+ne&fb=1&gl=ca&hq=humpty's+calgary+ne&hnear=Calgary,+Division+No.+6,+Alberta&ll=51.060233,-113.981935&spn=0,0.727158&z=11&layer=c&cbll=51.060233,-113.981935&panoid=ErJQL4qAvbS8QTQAbv4WQA&cbp=12,102.63,,2,1.78
Cut and paste that. It's the business that's has all the white in the window.
Walk in and there is the obligatory rate chart on the wall. 40 for 1/2. Yeah yeah.
The mamasan walks out and greets me. I ask who else is working and she mentions Barbie which gave me a glimmer of hope that it isn't going to be the mamasan working my willy.
I pony up the eight 5 dollars bills and she retreats shutting the door behind her. I romantically dim the lights knowing that I have myself alone for a minute. I rub my hands across my chest slowly undressing myself. First my shirt and then my pants. I'm glad I wear my tear-away track pants. One quick rip and there on the floor and I'm soon lying rod down on the table wondering if I should just take care of this myself.
Naaaaahhhh.
Barbie comes in and turns the light up. I see she is 20ish. 5'5ish 100-110? She's wearing a blouse and some leggings underneath. This is a nice turn around from the self molestation I was giving myself a minute ago. Looking at her was much better than looking at myself in the mirror.
She asks if I want oil or lotion. I chose lotion. Makes me much so much softer.
Her hands were freezing and she giggled slightly asking if they were alright. I thought to myself as long as they were on my hammer they were alright with me.
She lotioned me up and gave a random smattering of ancient massage skills. Ok. That was an overstatement. She rubbed her hands up and down and around with no rhyme or reason. This was not a massage. It was barely a tickling. 4 minutes later I am asked to flip. I was peeking at her in the mirror liking what I saw but was she was lacking in the massage area for sure.
She asks about extras and motions with her hand the international sign of HJ. I read that loud and clear. We end up with a nude HJ for 100. I tell her to keep her panties on. They were shiny boy shorts and they looked/felt nice. I wasn't there to look at her vajajay. Not my style.
She gets naked and asks for my hands to rub alcohol on them. Well that's a first. I go with it. I guess that means I'm allowed to touch. She oils up the boys and starts to go at it. She was much better at the tug than the massage. She had some B sized boltons. Not a bad package when she's naked and tugging at your johnson.
She had good technique for that with some ball cupping/rubbing. I let her finish her business and she cleaned up with a hot towel.
We got dressed and exchange goodbyes.
Not the worst I've had. Nice eye candy. Regular prices. The shoes at the front door multiplied by the time I left. Must have more staff because I saw another few pairs of shoes that I didn't see coming in. At least mine were still there.
I Am.
Getting Tugged Helianthus Annuus Style
SlimShady.