Thanks to Massageonly’s one-and-only
review back in Jan, I noted …
Thanks for the review, OP 
... I've never dared to seek FBSM in a TCM before, thinking these shops are a bit too public. But Monica looks to gorgeous and her price even better, so I might have to brave it to WC1B.
Link:External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:As I have regular work commitments in Holborn, I variously phoned and texted Monica on a whim on several occasions over the last three months or so … she always answered, if not always immediately, but we could never coincide a same-day meeting … until the stars aligned earlier this month. I managed to pin her down for an hour’s evening meet. Overall, good comms all round.
Location:Monica rents room in Chinese health shop on busy main throughfare, which is a few minutes walk south of Russell Square tube station. It’s all quite discrete, as the shop looks legit with its conventional frontage and professional reception … one could easily be popping in for the well-advertised herbal remedies, ear candling, acupuncture, etc.
Monica’s room, down a narrow corridor of similar rooms, is small … simply housing a heated massage table and a side seat-box that doubles as towel store. The room is dimmed with red mood lighting … almost Amsterdam-esque. And massage mood music is played too. A shared shower cubicle is available for use at the end of the public corridor.
Looks:Monica is the handsome honey in her website’s gallery …
Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members OnlyHidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only… and she looked as good on day to me … but less stern and more soft, especially when smiling with her bright wide eyes. On the day we met, Monica was experimenting with hair colour … sporting punkish red locks! Standing 5’6” with Size 8 curvaceous frame, Monica busts out a stonking natural rack and busts back a soft round ass.
Monica is in her early 30s. She hails from Hungary, but has lived in London for the last 7 years (establishing her Nova Anima business since 2015, having been a professional masseuse priorly) … her English is thus excellent, allowing easy convo and banter.
Services:I texted my arrival, on time, as I walked passed the shop … Monica texted back to instruct me to enter and take a seat at reception. I entered to be greeted by a male receptionist behind the counter … I mentioned that I had an “appointment” with Monica, and was to wait here … he simply smiled, and welcomed me to sit. As I waited for 5mins or so, I observed a middle-aged Chinese lady pop in to meet her male masseur, as well as an elderly man attend for acupuncture … so, I felt quite relaxed waiting in such a natural and professional environment. Then, Monica texted to state she was ready, and asked me to come to Room 7 … checking the same with the receptionist, he again smiled and directed me down the corridor.
As I walked along that narrow corridor, passed closed doors, I found the door to Room 7 open … and Monica standing by the massage table … in a T-shirt and yoga pants … all the more striking with her unexpectedly red hair. Greeting me with a rather formal “Hello, Mister”, she beckoned me in and closed the door. We confirmed an hour’s session, and Monica asked for £50 upfront. Not wanting to beat around the bush (and hoping that she’d beat me with her bush!), I whispered my request for B2B. Monica smiled, and explained that would be double the price … and also cheekily promised, “You’d enjoy it, Mister!” … SOLD! I handed over £100, which Monica then popped out to stash, after asking me to undress and lie face-down on the table.
Monica returned to find me nude and prone … legs splayed and package displayed. She asked if I was warm enough … offering to turn the fan heater on. She laughed at my jape about how I expected her hands and body would soon warm me anyways! Monica next asked how I liked my massage … soft, medium or hard. I tend to go for hard, as I never expect such lithe ladies to be strong enough for hard-hard handiwork … but dayyum Monica can massage hard, like some fat hairy Turkish geezer in a hammam! Having oiled up my posterior, she subjected my neck, shoulders, arms and back to killer and cracking moves … she literally had me biting in to the sides of the face-hole in order to stifle my wimpering. I was close to asking her to back-down to “medium” massage, but a particular pleasurable pain kept me silent … as her unfeasibly strong hands soon moved down my lower half. Placing my ankles on raised blocks, Monica killed from my heels … through soles, toes, calves, hams … upto my butt. She finished with no-pain-no-gain stretching of my quads by bending my knees and pushing down my heels into my glutes … ouch! I should say that throughout all this, Monica was engaging and chatty … although I don't think I relayed back as well, trying to man up to the ridiculously “hard” massage.
At around the half-time, I heard Monica undressing … signaling the beginning of her anticipated B2B. It started with feathery touches all over my knackered posterior … including tantalizing CC swipes and squirm-worthy reach-unders. Monica then climbed up to kneel between my legs … and dropped down in to B2B … her heavy hooters slapping and sloshing all over my ass, up my back and around my neck … while my hands by my sides felt up her knees and calves. I then tingled with her kisses and warm blows that wandered up from my ass to my ears. Slipping down to stand by my sides, Monica repeated the same sensual kissing breathwork around my ears and neck, as she continued to gently and tenderly reach-under to fondle my gooch, balls and shaft … and soon whispered for me to turn over.
Now relaxed on my back and my cock unrelaxed upright, Monica settled on her knees between my spread legs … and oiled up my lingam … which then found itself in a glorious titjob … Monica really does have a fabulous pair! She next dropped on me … working up from groin to chest with kisses and blows. My hands now found their way behind her … squeezing up her ass cheeks and fingering her oily crack and back-pussy. I also pulled Monica up and down further, so I could suck up her terrific tits, as she pressed and grinded down my undershaft with her belly. Monica then drooped to my right side to work up my package in a lingam massage, allowing me further fondling of her fundament and fingering of her foo-foo (although I was admonished for penetrating a little to deeply). As I was edged and edged, Monica climbed back on to the table, straddling me in a 69 position … as I felt and heard her manually ‘slurp’ up my cock and balls, I couldn't help but orally slurp up the surface of her prime pussy … rubbing her oily clit at the same time. Unable to hold back any longer, I let myself go … and Monica directed my jets of juice forward between my legs, although I felt a warm streak hit my left knee. She continued wanking me til I was dry … phew!
Sitting back on my chest, Monica then dry-wiped me clean (including my splattered left knee) with table tissue ripped from between my legs. She then stepped off and dry-wiped me further with softer tissue from a box … and also dry-wiped her self down. Slipping back into her T-shirt and yoga pants, Monica noted that we had around 10mins left of my hour on the table … and so got back to massage of my front … feet, shins, quads, belly and chest … hard, again! This time I did ask her to soften her handling, so I could enjoy my post-cum reverie … eyes closed and chilled … I was finally disturbed by the sudden sound of plastic ripping and the feel of soft fluffiness over my feet … Momica had snuck on towel-slippers, readying me for my shower, on the very dot of 60mins done on the table … nice touch! As she helped me up, she passed me a rolled towel and Lynx shower gel. Wrapping myself up, I followed Monica out in to the corridor's end and into the shower cubicle. Washed and dried, I found my way back … making brief eye contact with a shifty and suited fellow, as he stepped in to another room. As I dressed up, Monica and I bantered some more … although she by now defo knew my punting monicker, she still kept calling me “Mister” … even at the very end, as she double-kissed me out with a “See you again, Mister!” … I smiled to myself down the corridor and then to the male receptionist, whom I had met 75mins earlier, and repeated to him, “See you again, Mister!”
Conclusion:Monica is an excellent masseuse, no doubt … I’ve never had it so “hard”, and this in itself is worth £50 for an hour, especially in such a legit-looking set-up. She is proud of her skilled handiwork, and keen to ensure your comfort and pleasure. Moreover, Monica was right … for double the money, I defo enjoyed her FBSM … and she
Positive-ly had me floating out of that shop.
