Sydney

[CoolMachine]

Decided on a late night trip to 429 a Pitt Street- they had an impressive line up but decided on a rather voluptuous looking Asian MILF called Cola- with 2 very good* sized melons.

Agreed the normal service at 90- then in the room on seeing those melons again- I wanted my hands on them- plus a juicy BBBJ with those slutty MILF red lips I told her exactly what I wanted and we agreed another 100 (sorry if I ruined the market).

Stripped of- tremendous hot body -Minimal massage before flipping me over- a bit of hand work then a nice melon sandwich followed by a really nice slutty licking and fairly deep sucking- I got carried away and failed to get my full moneys worth by spurting my load into that slutty mouth after only 1 minute- it was still worth it I'll be back.

[11Bravo]

Yuki, 158 Bondi Massage.

Given her fame, decided to give her a try for some edging. Called around 10:30, asked for an early afternoon appointment, got 15:00. Fine. Bit of a ride on public transport, but I do enjoy the public transport here, and a chance to see new parts of the city. Get there, bus stop a block down from the shop, stall a bit until 14:50, and walk in the shop.

Head peers around the edge of the stairs. Face is one of those ageless PRC's. "Busy". I say I have a booking at 15:00 with Yuki. "I'm Yuki. You have a booking?" Yea, called you at 10:30 this morning. Oops, perhaps she hadn't had her morning coffee, she'd forgotten. "Could you come back in 20 minutes, eh, make that 14:30?" I point out it's already 15:00, you mean 15:30? OK, not happy, but I had put in the time to get here, so why not.

Came back at 15:25, Yuki was downstairs, waiting. Toilet is downstairs, then up the NARROW stairs to the room. NARROW room, just room for the table and almost enough room on either side for a person. 60 minutes, cost 70, "we can talk about extras later". I hand her 70 PLUS a pineapple. She smiles, says "you know, OK, nude".

Part 1: I strip, she comes back, stays fully clothed. Massage starts, and it's a GREAT massage, hands, forearms, elbows, the works. Into the massage, she excuses herself, another customer. A brief "come back in 20"; I check my watch, hmmm, that's cutting into my time, and I'm selfish. Not a major lapse, and the massage begins again. Back, head, shoulders, legs. Another buzz, another customer, quickly handled with a come back in 30. That's more like it. During the hamstring massage, there's been some reaching in, reaching under, for some nice teasing.

Part 2: Hear some rustling, her clothes are off. Yes, she's small, but there is something there, she's not flat. Again, one of those ageless PRC's full length. Some nice B2B, her doing the "doggie scratches his ass on the carpet" routine, very nice feeling. I can't say if any touching is allowed, I'm just along for the ride. Flip, she's standing on the side of the table. Nice TEASING HJ, SOFT touching of the little head, thumb massage, whatever. I specifically ask her about edging, figuring she's heard the term. Nope, not in her vocabulary, but her technique is good enough for government work. She then uses the 2 hand wrap around grip, speeding up, but I'm not ready so ask her to slow down. She readily does, back to the teasing. At some point, I give her the nod, and she goes into final approach mode, both hands on the stick. Mission accomplished.

She cleans me up, cleans herself, dresses. Oil has been used, and at some point, she has brought in a HOT towel to wipe the oil off front and back (first wipe must have been before part 2). Nice touch due to no shower. Towel is now draped on my torso, and she proceeds, with the time left, with an arm and hand massage, each side, then a head / face massage. Times up, I'm happy. On the way home, I was COMPLETELY relaxed, from head to toe, completely. What did the Michelin guide say, "worth the trip".

[11Bravo]

Massage Center, 116 Boyce Road, Maroubra Part 2.

After the semi-disaster first visit, I think I have a better handle on things, and I am curious about a complete service. I have her WeChat so message her, seeing if she has DEDICATED time in the afternoon, then ping (1 WeChat phone call ring). It works, she messages back, and we agree on a time.

Up the stairs, door unlocked, I open. She sees me, runs to greet me, with a LK. She's probably surprised that I've actually returned. Shown into the same room, tell her I'm off to the toilet. On return, start to strip, THEN told we'll change rooms but she helps with the shirt and shopping bag. Equally nice room. Another 60 minutes, price 65, pay, strip. I confirm the price of 2 pineapples for totality, hand over the pineapples, and pull out my own dom. Lay on the table.

Part 1, she remains clothed. Why not, I'm face down in a hole. She apologizes for the previous visit, before Christmas, things a bit crazy (last time, only had a glimpse of 1 other masseuse, this time I see at least 2 more). I'll assume she was trying to do double duty as manager and masseuse. As before, decent massage, with NO interruptions. Sometime in, I hear some rustling, look over, and she's stripping. On a second viewing, perhaps the face is not as nice as I thought, not unattractive, but the body is nice.

Part 2 starts. Very nice B2B, even with the full-on prone-on-prone being ALMOST a bit much, she's no spinner. But not enough to tap out, and it doesn't last long. Some nice nipple use, and by turning my head (a bit far), get a nice visual in the wall mirror. Flip, some more B2B, LK. She retrieves my dom, puts it on, THEN starts a BJ. A CBJ does nothing for me, so suggest we move on. I probably will repeat, if nothing else, it's convenient, and will have to inquire about the full range of oral available. First some CG, both full contact up and down, back and forth grinding, and squat with only the privates touching (though the last takes considerable thigh muscles). Then did a connected vertical flip to missionary with her head hanging over the edge of the table. Some nice facial expressions, no fake moans to distract, and ready access to her clit, very enjoyable. Time marches on, I consider but then decide no on doggy and lazy dog, content to enjoy the frontal view, play with the clit, then brace for some final deep thrusts until completion.

She cleans up, gets dressed, and once again uses the small remainder of the time for an upper head massage. It wasn't earth shattering, no PSE, no GFE, but friendly and still nice enough for the last totality of the year.

[11Bravo]

Massage Center, 116 Boyce Road, Maroubra. Thursday, 14:00.

Still learning the ropes, that's for sure. Thought about another visit to the Dungeon, but having read a mention of this place on a forum, thought I'd try here. Up the flight of stairs, before I even reached the top, the door opened. CCTV in operation. Reasonably nice 30-40 PRC nicely attired showed me in, led me to a room. Again, one of us mentioned massage, I was asked how long, and I opted for 60 minutes, cost 65 (and there IS a reason that is bolded, read on). I handed her 70, asked for the toilet (don't get old), and on returning, asked the PRC who would do the massage, if there was a lineup. She would, which I didn't object to. I was looking for my change and she just pointed to a table in the room; there a 5'er was. Nice.

The room was of reasonable size, massage table, chair, tables. Everything, including her attire, was nice, so I (here's your first laugh) was debating if this was LEGIT or legit. There was no mention of extras, I stripped, and got on the table. She closed the door, remained clothed, and the massage (AND PROBLEMS) began.

Soon after the massage started, she momentarily left the room. Could see her talking to another masseuse, seeming to give her directions. Then back in to continue the massage. After awhile, she took a phone call in the room, Mandarin, about what no clue, probably next booking, but importantly TO ME, now a 1-handed massage. Then back to 2 hands. Time passed, then another out of the room / back in to disrupt the flow and vibe. Awhile later, another phone call answered, English, for the next booking, and again the 1-handed massage during the call. Thing is, it was a decent massage, but with all the interruptions, NOT. Time passes, about 35 minutes, and another leave / return to the room. Now these were a minute, maybe less, but hey, I'm paying for some UNDIVIDED attention. Last straw.

I roll up on my side on her return. She then mentions "extras? I'm like REALLY? I just tell her to finish the massage and I'll be leaving. She then says (make sure you're sitting down), that for a massage with no extras, it's 90. WTF? I sit BOLT UPRIGHT, smokin'. I call BS, literally, and point to the price list on the wall, that CLEARLY shows 60 minutes - 65. She says, straight face, that that's for a massage WITH extras; without, it's 90. I point to the sign next to it, the traditional "No sex services on-site" sign. Listen, I might be a newbie HERE, but I'm NOT brain dead, nor mesmerized by her, and understand that the 25 WILL be her extra for nothing.

Houston, we have lift off. I roll off the table, head for the chair and my clothes, grab my shirt. I tell her her extra will be me leaving NOW and the price difference between now and 60, no refund expected. Now she changes tack. She can offer a nice B2B, make me happy for a pineapple. I've done my homework here, I understand that's the standard rate for the standard NHJ. All this time, she's remained fully clothed, attractive but non-revealing. I AM PISSED, but also I AM curious as to what she looks like au naturel, and I am here. As my mother would say, "Don't cut off your nose to spite your face". I'm 65 in, the massage is a washout, but ... hope springs eternal. I agree, and climb back on the table.

She strips, nice body, a slight midriff bulge, but not much, nice B's, with a nice bristle pad down south. It's a decent B2B. There has been some chat about travel, and now, along with the B2B, she's trying to tell me where she's been. Turns out, we've been to some of the same destinations, and I'm surprised as they're not the usual places; I would have never guessed. Time for the flip, some more B2B, and instead of a HJ, I'm in the travel mood, so go for Spanish. Had to laugh, at first she declines, saying there's not enough there. I assure her there is, it doesn't have to be encased. She seems a bit baffled as to exactly how. I try and explain she should assume the traditional pose: kneel, lift my ass on the her thighs, and simply bend forward. She misunderstands (now how could THAT happen), sticking her legs straight out, outside of mine, and scooting up so that she can reach. She certainly understands how to push 'em together, certainly not a tunnel, but a sufficient ditch for the pipe. Friction works its magic, and the pipe gushes.

She cleans up, dresses, and offers me a nice (upper) head massage for the last few minutes. As I'm dressing, she's showing me some travel pictures on her phone. She mentions that FS is 2 pineapples.

WIR: believe it or not, maybe, if she can guarantee undivided attention.

[11Bravo]

Following week, went back to visit the Dungeon on Tuesday, around 15:00. Rang the bell, took a bit longer to answer, mamasan said they were busy, could I come back in 30 minutes. OK, reluctantly agreed. Returned in 30, let in, led to room. One other masseuse besides mamasan, and it did seem that mamasan WAS busy herself.

In the room, different masseuse, another MILF, decent face, seemed less of a rack than Lucy. Asked for the toilet. She kept me from leaving the room until she checked that the coast was clear; mamasan was not around, the door to the other room was closed, and I assumed that mamasan was picking up some slack. Returning, explained what I wanted, massage, BBBJ, CIM. That seemed to be OK, but when shown the drool photo, she demurred, said couldn't. I don't know, perhaps she thought I wanted to take a photo of her. When I asked about her massage ability, she said she'd try. Finally, when I asked the price, she said 130. I said I had paid 120 just last week and she grimaced. The sum total was that I declined. Mamasan was busy cleaning up the other room after services were rendered, which I assume would be a task for the provider. Wanted to get mamasan's wechat and explained that it wasn't going to work. She didn't seem surprised, and hidden from the masseuse, mentioned I should come back tomorrow when there would be a better selection. Left.

Bit disappointed in the whole matter. If I had been told initially that good service was not possible, I was familar with another MP in the immediately vicinity (FR to follow) and would have gone there. But the small delay resulted in my window of opportunity being closed. But I will try again if just to see what else is on offer. I know there is another shop, but that was is off limits for me.

[11Bravo]

Again, reading about this place at 775 A Anzac Parade, now called Chinese Therapy Clinic, wanted to try. Looking down the flight of stairs reminded me of the inverse of BKK's Patpong The Rose bar, UP a flight of stairs. That bar had ONCE been a place, but now fallen on hard times. Managed to resist its gravitational pull of good memories. But the CTC had a similar effect, luring me down to ....

Rang the bell, seemed like a long time, but in actuality, only a minute or two, door opened. Attractive MILF, at least the face was an order of magnitude better than Station's. Invited in, asked what I wanted. Once again, no doubt the type of shop. Besides the "massage or relax" verbal question, there was also the universal pantomime of fist to mouth so it seemed that oral was part of the relaxation. Mamasan said that "anything was possible" which really sounded like a very skilled carnival barker. Opted for 45 minutes, divided between GOOD massage and relaxing. Talking with the mamasan, when I mentioned it'd been a long ride on the plane, she recommended 60 minutes which I Ok'd. I also showed the drool photo, and, of course, anything could be provided. 120 all inclusive. Fine. Again the toilet, and on returning to the desk, asked hopefully if she'd be the masseuse. She laughed and said, no, she just manned the desk (though I came to question that later).

Paid the money, back to the room. Had to wait in the room about 10 minutes for the masseuse to finish with a previous customer. Lucy came in, another MILF, not bad. I said I wanted a good massage, BBBJ, CIM. Her accent was thick, and I'm not sure of her English, but she knew the basic words of the profession. Of course, when I went to bring up the photo, my phone breathed its last gasp of battery and died. Oh well, mamasan had been in a Mandarin discussion with Lucy before she entered the room, so I assumed all had been explained. (You know what they say about assume: it makes an ass out of u and me. I stripped, laid down on the table, and she stripped. Again, not bad, late 30's, perhaps 40 ish MILF, OK body, decent rack. She began the massage, and she knew massage. VERY enjoyable, VERY relaxing. She had to ask me several times if I was sleeping. Time passed, and when she mentioned the flip, I had a chance to look at the clock. Seems almost 45 minutes had passed. Standing at the side of the table, she got right down to business, bending over to suck. Again, it was a decent BBBJ, no hands, little tissue. Oil was struck and she quickly grabbed a tissue and closely spit; no curtain call. Oh well, the massage made up for it. Touching was allowed, but not encouraged, legs basically kept together. I took it that she knew massage, THAT was her profession, and the extras were just to satisfy the customer. IMHO. Couple of minutes left, finished with a very nice (upper) head massage.

WIR: yes, probably. Price was right, massage was great, and perhaps the extras could be delivered with a bit more warmth (note, the money was paid to the mamasan directly, not to the masseuse). Lucy Thursday only at 775, works Friday and Saturday at the other shop in Kensington.

[11Bravo]

For those who don't mind larger Asian ladies, a "massage" shop at 24 Station St Marrickville offers some wonderful delights.

Ladies in the 30's, varying from size 10 up to maybe 13 or 14 are most willing to please, with nude HJ and BJs (some girls do BBBJ CIM). Possibly even FS from some girls with the right customers.

$35/30, $55/60 for shop, $50 tip gets the works, or you can get less for less. Good rotation of girls, 2 each day and the mamasan chips in when it is busy.

Some reviews on Aus99.

Not my first visit to Sydney, but my first visit where I can go visiting. FIRST, did a lot of reading here and on A. 99, going back a number of years, just to get the lay of the land. Before I went on the hunt for the elusive large racked Indian, wanted to start small with a large breasted PRC mature hen. Mature hens might not be to everyone's taste, but they do have some appeal, and they are easy to catch and cook the way YOU like. Before I jump into the brothel deep end, I want to get my toes wet in the shallow (well, some part of the anatomy wet, anyway).

Saw the above post from a long time ago and just wondered what was it like TODAY. Google maps' street view from 4 months ago showed the OPEN sign lit, so a good sign. Google maps also allowed me to plan my route. Easy ... well, if you DON'T assume that the train on the correct platform, ready to leave, is YOUR train. Google maps showed me my mistake, so with a bit of backtracking, on to the correct train, and off at Marrickville. Exiting the station, the shop is only 10 m away down the aptly named Station street. Having read some reviews and looked at street views, I knew that there was a side entrance around the corner from the main, an open door through some thick plastic strips.

Walking into the shop, heard a voice call out Hello. Turned left into the office. The PRC mamasan was there, at least I hoped she was the mamasan. The face. Well, perhaps the masking restrictions had been eliminated too quickly because I would have felt safer if she had been wearing one, and I WASN'T worried about Covid. Body was masked by a heavy sweater, skirt, with long jeans underneath. I, or she, said "massage", I was asked how long; figured 45 minutes would be sufficient. Price quoted, 50. She showed me to a sparse room, massage table, maybe a chair and table. I asked for the toilet; it was down a corridor, past the laundry. Returning to the room, she wasn't there, so I hoped she was in the office calling in some staff. When I asked (hopefully) who would do the massage, she said she would. Decision time, continue or walk. I was there and wanted to see how the experience would play out, so would continue.

Back to the room. I QUICKLY found out what type of shop it was (really no doubt) when she asked if I was there for "massage or relaxation" (or some form of the word relax). I replied both, first a GOOD massage (members are now falling off their chairs laughing), then some relaxation, 50/50. I had paranoidly translated "Can you suck, no condom, ejaculate in mouth, spit" into Mandarin, and taken a screen shot. Showed it to her, she parsed it, nodded her head yes. To be sure, and she did speak English (with a large accent), I asked again in English. Again nod yes. Now, for the curtain call spec: not spit, but a nice drool into the tissue (swallowing, IMHO, is so anticlimactic). I had a photo from another PRC decades ago who had done that unsolicited, the tissue held below her rack, a nice silvery stream from her mouth falling towards the tissue, a large blob at the far end. A picture being worth a 1000 words, I showed her the picture, again she nodded. Great. I asked how much, she quoted 150. Yea, that was NOT going to happen.

Now, a basic disconnect. I offered 50, she said couldn't, that previously it was 120, but now, 150. Somewhere along the way, I realized MY mistake, I was NOT including the base charge of 50, she was. I repeated 100, and since I was still fully clothed, stepped towards the door. She offered 130, I said OK, total (50 massage, 80 extra). I stripped, she excused herself to brush her teeth as she'd just eaten "spicy" (yea, it was THAT kind of place).

She came back, asked for the money. Damn, of course I'd left it in my wallet, so up, rummaging around in my hung-up pants, finding wallet, due to pre-planning, had exact change ready. Returned to face down, she stripped. Now, between the knees and just below the rack, one of those redacted strips would have come in handy. Likewise, from the chin up. The only redeeming thing was the rack was nice, some mangoes, with nipples still mostly pointed forward.

Massage starts, a VERY light running fingers up and down my body, from neck to ankles. Reminded me of the teasing of a BKK Tantra massage. This continued for all of 5 minutes, and while it was enjoyable, not quite the style I was expecting. Then the request to flip. WTF. Raised my head, and asked "Massage"? She had that look of "WTF, you REALLY want a massage?" Fine, so be it. It was very half-assed, more rubbing then pressure. Time passed, then the flip request. Fine.

First, positioned at the side of the table, she began some light finger teasing up and down my body, then zeroed in to my crotch. She then fully bent over and took me, now at attention, in her mouth. Reminded me of that desktop toy, the ostrich that would dip her beak into a thimble of water, rise up, then back down to repeat. Or an oil derrick, pumping up oil from underground. The rack hung down nicely, and handling was allowed. Also ran my fingers up her hamstrings, her ass, back, allowed. She kept her legs closed, which I didn't mind, as I wasn't so interested in exploring THAT cave.

She then moved to the foot of the table, climbed on, some more light fingers up and down the legs, then back to the oil extraction. The BBBJ was actually pretty good. Not strong, not really vigorous, but just a nice sucking, no hands, no teeth. The occasional spit to tissue, but not often. A few slurping sounds, but thankfully, no artificially moans. Her hanging mangoes very nice, so I concentrated on those, not where my trouser snake was disappearing into. Eventually she struck oil, and kept extracting after the gusher. Kept at it until I tapped out. True to her word, she stood up, grabbed a tissue, and a nice drool into the tissue. Then quickly dressed, off to the toilet, with the traditional "hacking up" that the PRC's are so good at. Those continued for quite some time. I had no idea of the time, so just continued to lay there. Eventually I got the non-verbal message that we were done, so started dressing. I was just about finished when she entered and asked if I was OK. Yes, mission accomplished. Number of mistakes, but for a first go, good enough. Checked my watch - 30 minutes would have been sufficient, time shorted by 15, just let it ride.

Would I repeat? Well, hell yes, the very next day (for the clueless, that's sarcasm). Certainly the visuals were "POOR, REAL POOR", except for the rack. Was reminded of that by any number of Asians on the train and bus on the RTB. The massage was crap, but the BBBJ was actually decent. And the curtain call was delivered, perhaps a bit quickly, but it was given. And, NOW I KNOW what 24 Station Street, at least on 1 day, can deliver. But seems time has not been too kind to the Station. YMMV.

[ElBurroEsta]

Been in Manly a while. Seems like the closest is Brookvale. Chard St. Very boring. Anything I am missing?

[Scarborough]

First time back in Sydney after 10 years. Wasn't in the hobby back then, but I saw that there are Japanese brothels in the city. Are those legitimately Japanese? Anybody have any experience?

Example here:

https://citybrothel.com.au/pages/pricing/

[SeaBlue21]

The massage was poor. Just soft strokes around the back and bum with teasing as if she was going to touch my bumhole but never actually doing it (how annoying). She got me to turn over, which seemed too soon, and she eventually got me to come, but not very satisfying. Afterwards she did a bit more of a decent massage effort with my legs and arms while I was lying on my back.

Overall disappointing and I don't expect to be back.

There are few other well known RnT shops on Hampden Rd, from 84 to 126.

[Vaugan]

This was around midday on a week day but I'd called ahead, which seemed like a good idea, and I waited around 5 minutes in a little cubicle before being taken to the small room. (From memory there's a much bigger room at the back. Must have been in use.) I paid the receptionist $60 for 40 minutes. The girl, Fa Fa (I think), was somewhat disappointing. Nice enough personality, but poor teeth and not great body with ugly tatts, meh, disappointing. Though I'd come this far so I paid the extra $50 for a handjob finish. So all up $110 for 40 minutes.

The massage was poor. Just soft strokes around the back and bum with teasing as if she was going to touch my bumhole but never actually doing it (how annoying). She got me to turn over, which seemed too soon, and she eventually got me to come, but not very satisfying. Afterwards she did a bit more of a decent massage effort with my legs and arms while I was lying on my back.

Overall disappointing and I don't expect to be back.

On the way out to the rear there was some guy unloading for the fruit and veg shop and he seemed to be a bit nosy in checking out who was coming / going, so I hightailed around and went out via the stairs and the front door on to the street. To be seen coming out of a RNT shop by everyone walking across the pedestrian crossing coming from the train station. Yeah, still my favourite part.

[SeaBlue21]

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[Desdichado]

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[GuyPerson]

Ok so. I went to both Midnight Delight and Ma Belle Cherie, same day I believe. MD did not have the girl I was interested in when I showed up she called in sick. Ma Belle Cherie opens at 4, but when I got there it was an over hour long wait so. I went to a lower end place called 32 Berry. Got what I paid for essentially, a mostly apathetic lets get this over with type of session with an asian lady. Probably upper 30's. Pussy did feel pretty good, but probably would not return. 100 for half hour.

I found another place not too far from me called Cleopatras and I did a search on this thread for it which lead me to place called a Touch More Class. I wound up skipping Cleopatras since public transport made it easier to get to ATMC. Both places on the pricier side of things. I saw a blonde goes by Alaska, she was decent. But not GFE. Light kissing and CBJ. Fairly nice body. 250 hhr standard there.

2nd time I saw a girl goes by Ary. Thicker then what I usually go for, but had more fun with her. Gave her a little extra for DFK.

Overall assessment: Rates are certainly better then what we have in the US, especially with the current AUD to USD conversion.

There's tons of options, you can find chicks from all corners of the world. But GFE may difficult to find or may require shelling out more.

[Penny]

First time visiting Australia. I'll have a few days in Sydney where I can get some action. I'll be staying near Westmead.

I looked at a couple locations it seems like Midnight Delight is the most reliable option around there. All the other places I looked at had mixed reviews on google (which probably skew negative since people who had bad experiences want to complain) or were on the pricier side.

Can I just show up there? Do most places use WhatsApp or do you need a local number?

Any other suggestions / info appreciated.

Midnight Delight is in Parramatta which is the closest to Westmead. There are massage places in Pararmatta which might offer FS via negotiation. There used to be few places in Granville but not sure whether they are operational now since there are bid developments happened around in that area.

There is a one big place on 25 Wentworth Street Granville, pricey though. Ma Belle Cheri. You'll find it in google.

There are 2 places in Pendlehill on Ballandella Road (112 A I think) and 1 Nirvana Place. But the choice varies a lot. Lately pretty run down talent, unless you like mature ladies.

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Ballandella+Rd,+Toongabbie+NSW+2146/ at -33.7980446,150.9543773,18.5 z / data=!4 m5!3 m4!1 s0 x6 b12 a282 e677 cdb5:0 x99 f91003353 f4 ab!8 m2!3 d-33.7976312!4 d150.9553245.

Good bet is to check on the local paper in the classified section.

But the best place are in the city but have to spend $$ RTFF and you'll find them with maps.