Thanks to previous posters, I checked out Inovacorps this week. The building is easy to find in Gueliz (see Googlemaps), though at street level there was little evidence of the business. I went inside (no concierge) and up to the 1st floor, where a sign pointed to to the Inovacorps door. Just as I rang the bell, a pretty young lady in a therapist’s tunic appeared, showing a Moroccan gentleman out. She winked and said hello. Inside, I paid 600 Dhm at the desk to a matronly lady, for hammam and massage. She showed me to a small changing room with lockers (and keys). A moment later she returned with the pretty young thing and asked which of them I wanted: I chose the pretty young thing - who turned out to be Sara, 27, mentioned previously, whose English is alas non-existent.
Once I’d undressed and was wearing a robe, Sara collected me and took me to the massage room. At this point I suggested hammam first (it was a hot day and I wanted all of me to be sparkling clean before the massage!). So we walked along the corridor, where she left me in the hammam for about 5 minutes with no explanation. I was just getting a little worried when she reappeared in very short black dress leaving little to the imagination. I was washed and scrubbed throughly “all” over, with a lot of gentle attention to the crack and sack - and she could see my reaction. Would I like anything else? I suggested 600 Dhm, but she claimed to be horrified, insisting on 1,000 Dhm. Realising there was still a massage to come and an hour later I just might have recovered… we agreed (I thought) on 1500 Dhm for two pops.
Still in the hammam, she gave me a little dance/wiggle and stripped off. Gentle fingering was allowed as I sucked her tits and she sucked out seven days of baby juice, though at the last minute she avoided CIM. So far so good.
After recovering for a few minutes she dressed and we walked back to the massage room, a tiny place that is little more than a cubicle but with well placed mirrors. Again she disappeared with no explanation, reappearing after 5 minutes in her original massage tunic and playing naff music on her phone. Her massage would not win any marks for sorting out aches and pains, but it was a thorough hour all the same. After spending a great deal of time with her fingers gently in my arse or caressing my balls (being clean was a bonus!), she asked if I’d like her to stay down there or massage me all over… I chose the latter. On the turn at about 45 minutes her hands were back down below, her lips were on my chest and her nipples were being caressed in my fingers - cue some heavy breathing from the lady. Miracle of miracles, she got a second cumming from me barely an hour after the first, and a very intense one at that. It must be 25 years since anyone has achieved that for me…
A quick shower (alone), dressed and then a small misunderstanding: I thought we’d agreed 1500 Dhm for extras, she insisted 1,600 Dhm. Given my lack of French and her lack of English I was willing to concede the 100 Dhm (£8). On the way out I got a quick peck on the lips, a big smile and a request to return.
An excellent way to spend 90 minutes on a hot afternoon in Marrakech.
