Not very popular here in Spain or anywhere else in southern Europe.
Massages with happy endings, is not very popular in Spain, partly because you can full sex at a relatively low price, and Latins like the real thing. The thinking in Spain is. If you're going to spend money on a putas, you might as well go all the way. Some girls give a massages as an extra, (after the sex), but erotic massage is fairly unknown here. While its fairly common in Sweden, Norway because prostitution is prohibited, so prices of all sex for sale goes up, due to stresses of police repression, so "erotic massage' becomes a reasonably priced option.
Felina in Valencia, January 2015
The Felina website recommends that you don't take a cab directly there, as other houses pay them to redirect you to their establishments instead. So, I took a cab to the nearby W hotel, and walked the last couple blocks. Found the door, which was unlocked and opened into a small vestibule with another door. I couldn't figure out the bell, and so knocked, and was soon greeted by a wirey gray-haired señora in her mid fifties, who talked and smiled and moved around quickly, often nodding her head nervously. She only spoke a tiny little bit of English, but she ushered me into a room (with the elephant art on the wall), told me it was a completely private place, and said she'd get the girls. Very cheery and friendly. She was dressed professionally and could have passed for a real estate agent.
The room had a bathroom / shower area, bed, leather chair, rack for clothes, and many mirrors. I wouldn't call it spotlessly clean, but it wasn't overly gross. Slightly worn, rather than disturbingly ratty.
A few minutes passed, and then the parade began. There were about nine or ten or so candidates, whom I'd personally rate on looks from about 6 to 9. There were two I found attractive. Each one came in individually, announced her name, kissed both my cheeks, and then took off. I liked Chloe and Carla, and when the Senora reappeared, I asked her which one was better at massage, as my shoulders were a bit stiff still from the plane. She couldn't figure out what I was talking about. So, we danced around that, and she brought them both back in, where they cheerfully said Hello, to me again. Finally, the senora understood my question, and said that they were both highly professional.
So, I went with Chloe, who looked like a Brazilian barbie doll. The senora directed me to pay her directly. So, I set the 60€ for 30 minutes down on the night table. Like the room itself, Chloe was stage-set beautiful. I wouldn't say the room was elegant, but it was sort of cartoon elegant. The wood was all composite, the walls were thin, and the simple furnishings were likely by Ikea. But it was clean, the lighting was intricate and adjustable, the walls painted a nice deep brothel red, and many strategic mirrors provided visuals so that the experience could be enjoyed from multiple angles.
Chloe was tall (5'8? Lithe, with light coffee-colored skin and straight, dark blondish hair barely reaching her shoulders. Her English was minimal, and my Spanish completely absent, so communication was challenging. She wore a black corset and minuscule mini skirt. Chloe bubbled in her scripted broken English way, and I bantered back uncomfortably in mine. She was completely cheerful and in character. She showed me where to store my clothes, while she removed her own. She had significant tattoos all over her back and limbs, though more erotic than gross. Ample bolt-ONS—sadly, with an obvious wrinkle at the bottom. Rock hard, not huge fun to play with. Small but squeezable ass. Tightly trimmed ghost of a triangle, dyed to match the hair on her head.
First, we took a shower, where she mostly paid attention to my cleaning my shlong, which I didn't think was particularly dirty, but one must be sure. Likewise, I confirmed the cleanliness of her plastic boobs. A few light, tongueless, wispy kisses.
We dried off. She matter-of-fact and cheerfully asked if I wanted massage or sex first. I said massage, so she got to work, giving me the worst massage I've had in years. Just wiggling her greased up fingers up and down my spine. I tried various words to improve matters, like "harder," "more on my shoulders," "stronger," but to no avail; the language barrier was too vast. Eventually I got bored of that, and told her that I wanted to enjoy her body. I had her lay on her back, and touched her all over, eventually decided to play with her pussy a bit. It was desert dry. I couldn't squeeze a drop out of it, even with the best of my tricks. Finally, she reached into her purse and produced some lube, which was then deposited in her other purse, to a definite improvement in experience.
Chloe commenced with a performance that I was actually causing her some actual pleasure, rather than that I was simply doing my thing until she could tactfully get rid of me. But she pretended to be on the brink of orgasm, and made a few convincing groans, and she was accommodating with positions. She gave me a CBJ / condom application combo, which was a little surprising given my research of the local customs, but I was philosophically okay with the precaution. Though I had brought my own condoms, the logistics were such that she just used her own, which was fine. She took directions well. Eventually, I started playing with the pussy again, and she maneuvered into a reverse cowboy to give me easier access, which I thought was a fairly complex and professional move on her part. She did a nice job of pretending to writhe in ecstasy, though of course, it was complete theater. Then, my fingers inside her switched with the big boy, which she had wrapped up earlier, and proceeded to the main event, still in reverse cowgirl. When all was done, there was a bit of forced cuddle time, where she monkeyed around wrapping tissues around my spent soldier in funny ways, like origami. Obviously, an art she's practiced a bit. Silly. I wasn't quite in the mood, but I suppose it was charming.
I'd say, that was all pleasant and felt that it was very much according to script and contract. But then, she stated giving me the horrible back rub again. I told her stronger. But nothing. So, I flipped her over, back up, and then showed her a few proper massage moves. The surprisingly, she flipped me again, and gave me a first rate, pro quality massage, including moves I didn't demonstrate.
So, there's something here I don't get. Why did she give me a shitty one first, when she had skills all the time? And then why did she ultimately give me an excellent massage, in the end? Something went over my head, in the cross-cultural experience.
Then, a shower to clean up. Again, attention to making sure the important parts were spotless.
She was giggly and friendly the whole time. It ended a conversation about how bad Spanish pop music is, and some pleasant teasing about how bad her first massage was. And while I'd say we had no true rapport, our forced fake rapport wasn't half bad. She seemed warm, if a little silly. I tipped her another 10, and she joked that it was for the second massage, not the first. Cute.
Ultimately, I think the folks at Felina are working hard and trying their best to provide a positive experience. It's an awkward business, and I think ultimately, that's all we can ask for. I left feeling a lot better than when I arrived.
Thank you all for your recommendations.
Similar experience at Felina
A few minutes passed, and then the parade began. There were about nine or ten or so candidates, whom I'd personally rate on looks from about 6 to 9. There were two I found attractive. Each one came in individually, announced her name, kissed both my cheeks, and then took off. I liked Chloe and Carla, and when the Senora reappeared, I asked her which one was better at massage, as my shoulders were a bit stiff still from the plane. She couldn't figure out what I was talking about. So, we danced around that, and she brought them both back in, where they cheerfully said Hello, to me again. Finally, the senora understood my question, and said that they were both highly professional.
I went to Felina a few weeks ago, at midday approx, and I had exactly the same experience, I also got a parade of 9, 10 women, but most were about 6 in beauty and sexiness, there's a lot of skinny and plain looking women, who most likely are just ordinary women of everyday life in Valencia, who during the day turn tricks in order to survive. I guess it's a bit of a lottery, they hang about in their common room, and do a series of parades hoping to score at least a few times, to earn a few Euros to pay whatever bills and needs their children might have. After all they are most likely unemployed or even housewives, living in households short of money. To some extent I feel sorry for them. I feel less sorry for women who are truly independent, who are too lazy to study & work, and like living the good life, hence, work as putas because, 'its an easy way to earn money' as one told me. In fact, I choose Patricia (Romanian, naturalized Spanish) , who is one of the latter type of escorts (she's one of the few, with a with photo on the web page), she did all the right moves and things, even faking the orgasm, - she was bit reluctant to chat, but all this was explained, when she told me that she was doing this job in the same Casita for four years! She even blushed a bit when she said it. No wonder, most girls don't last more than a few months, they earn their pile of money they need and leave, also, because they get fed up with this job. But anyway, it was a good experience, with her, and despite changing her color of her to brown, she still is good looking. A 7 to 8. Worth to visit, but don't expect to find all the beauties you see on their web page, at least not in the day time, it seems Friday & Saturday evening is their busiest, it could be the proportion of beauties increases then! I can't go then, but any posting about Friday / Saturday nights would be appreciated.
