Listed on Google as Aura Health Massage showing lots of photos of the interior and exterior of the premises.
The website link on the listing is
External Link/Members OnlyI've not been here before, and it was nostalgic returning to a town where I attended the grammar school when Widnes was still part of Lancashire.
My only other visit since then was when I copped off with a lady at the Monday 'Grab A Grannie' night at the old Liverpool Grafton, and when I drove her home she wanted me to kiss her where it smells.
She shop front shows Aura Massage and is located by a set of busy traffic lights so you may want to put your collar up.
The area is pleasant enough and I had no trouble parking in a nearby street of old terraced houses.
I'd booked for an hour for £40 and was met by 'Angie' (so she told me), up from London for the usual fortnightly stint.
Angie tried her best to be friendly but we both struggled to get much sense out of each other with the fact I'm nearly deaf and her English is very meagre.
She's a slim petite Chinese lady with a pretty face, maybe 40s???
As I'm in my 80s I find it difficult to judge as they all look young to me.
The room was warm, and the psychedelic lamp and relaxing music provided a nice atmosphere, and the spacious massage bed was very soft and comfortable.
I asked for a soft massage. I don't think Angie understood, but no matter she gave a decent medium massage as I lay on my front, including the pressing her crotch against my hands routine as she stood at the head end. (Which was starting to have some effect on my bell end).
Plenty of teasing and giggles. We both knew what was coming next.
The usual mixture of sign language, gestures and the odd English word resulted in me understanding she wanted £50 for B2B and 'kissing'.
What followed was an excellent and very sensual full B2B.
She's got a lovely petite figure and knows how to use it, including grinding on my cock.
After a while she asks if I want 'kissing' now.
Okay says I, getting ready to pucker up my lips for some snogging.
With that she promptly shoved her fanny in my face.
Not exactly what I expected.
I wasn't able to say anything as my tongue was now otherwise engaged in obviously bringing her to multiple orgasms judging by her cries and groans of ecstacy. ( Or maybe it was just cramp??)
She was busy thrashing away at my poor attempt at an erection, and I was a bit puzzled as looking up at the big clock, I'd only been there 35 minutes.
Ah well I thought as my tongue had by now gone into some sort of spasm, and the poor girl's arms were obviously tiring, I lifted her off my face and explained I wasn't coming to climax, but 10/10 for trying.
So what now I thought?
I still had about 20 minutes left.
I needn't have worried.
She covered my aged body with a warm towel and gave me a very relaxing kneading type massage (over the towel), then finished off with a nice head and face massage.
Unfortunately advancing age, health issues, side effects and interactions of meds are making me finally realise I'm now just punting out of habit ( or addiction?)
It's about 28 reviews since I said I'd show my arse from the deck of the Mersey Ferry if I punted again.
Obviously that didn't work, so I'll now declare that I'll show my arse from the top of the Liver building if I punt again.
I don't wish these comments to break any rules about not being dramatic and just leaving etc.,
I'm posting it as a record for my own benefit to view and remind me of my declaration.
Hopefully I can still contribute and have a laugh, and possibly with the occasional legit massage review.
