Excerpted from frenchfrog's Trip Report - Amsterdam 29-31 Oct (2012)

That evening, around 7:30pm (ish!), I wandered out to Asmara, the private house on Willem de Zwijgerlaan. I'd seen a few mixed reviews, but it sounded like it was more my kind of thing than the RLD. I went for the 110€ option, which included full body massage, bbhj, cbj and fuck, over the course of an hour. There were about 8 girls who introduced themselves, a few I wouldn't have gone near with a ten foot bargepole, but several who were quite attractive. One stood out for me, a blonde girl who was 22 (I asked her later). I was guided to a bedroom up a VERY steep flight of stairs - they use a trapdoor rather than a vertical door - where I was told to shower and the she would join me shortly. There was also a clock, which after some things I'd read, I checked the time and confirmed it was working. When she came up (sorry, I can't remember her name), everything went as expected; a half-hour massage, fifteen minute hand- and blowjob, then she climbed aboard for cowgirl. I'm sorry to have to admit that I never found out if she would have gone for multiple positions, because after all that warm-up, and her rather impressive cowgirl skills, I only lasted 2 minutes, or roundabouts, before I finished. I was then offered another shower, and when I was done she showered too, before we made our exit. Overall, I was generally impressed with the service I got (especially after the RLD!), and would say it's worth a visit if it's your kind of thing.

I lost my monger's virginity at Asmara back in 2013, visiting the Dam for the first time in my life with the few hundred €s I managed to save off the top of my scolarship. I did some research before, so didn't arrive unprepared, and after a short but enthusiastic trip of De Wallen I decided I probably would feel more comfortable in a privé, so after some fumbling on my phone I got on a tram and headed to Willem de Zwijgerlan.
It was a weeknight, wendnesday or probably thursday, so the streets were pretty empty, and I had some difficulty locating the address I scribbled down for myself on a sheet of paper, but I also managed to write down their phone numbers, so calling ahead if they were open kept my confidence up. I phoned them again at the door (the place seemed closed to me at first glance), and when the hostess told me to find the buzzer, I went for it. She welcomed me very politely, asked if I knew what I was looking for, and when I told her that I do, but also this would be my first visit to a brothel, she explained everything calmly, pointed me to the waiting area with the short "menu", and also assured me that if I didn't like the girls who were in that night, it was OK to leave too. That was the part I dnin't know before, and probably the piece of information that helped me ease up tot he task.
The 5 girls came up to me one by one, introduced themselves, and after some consideration I decided to stay with the caramel beauty who introduced herself as Angel, and who was the only one greeting me in plain street clothes (jeans and a top) opposed to the corsets and unconfortable-looking, vivid colored high shoes on the other girls. In retrospect, I think I lucked out she was there that night, for she's the only one I still see on their webpage, dressed in red :)
We settled on an hour-long programme with the hostess, after which she sent me to one of the small rooms with a shower, and told me Angel would arrive soon. I took off my clothes, took a shower, then laid back on the bed, staring at the door in anticipation.
She arrived some minutes later in a small bra and panties, with Rhianna singing some nonsense in the radio - I was always more for rnr and metal then for rnb, but since I've never been with a colored lady before, that came off quite encouraging, not that I needed much. I got up to greet her, we started talking quite casually, and kept it up pleasantly while I laid on my stomach and she settled on my back to start up with the massage. The main thing I enjoyed the most at that point was how smoothly everything was going and how natural I felt exchanging glaces in the mirror with this long-legged, dark-haired beauty on my back (I would guess that she has some North-African ancestry, but told me she was born in the Netherlands). Then I fell silent for a bit when she rubbed up the lotion on her chest, and continued the massage with all of her soft, lean curves pressing upon me.
Then she told me I can turn to my back if I want, and kept on with the slow, sensual grinding, which led to a soft CBJ, always keeping eye-contact with me, then pulling up to saddle me. I felt a bit anxious again for a minute then - I knew that kissing on the lips was a no-no, but didn't have any other knowledge of what was OK to do, so I started slowly to stroke her legs, her arms, then her breasts, which she seemed to like to my great relief. She kept grinding her hips, and I got too, got braver, sliding my hands to her back and butt, while kissing her shoulder and neck. After a while she asked if I want to change position, and I told her sure, and offered her that I would happily give her a massage in return to carry on from there, which she seemed glad to accept. So she got on her back first, while I rubbed her up, then turned on her stomach, and seemed to get quite relaxed while I worked her shoulders and back, making my way step-by-step to her beautiful, round butt - needless to say, a short trip that didn't leave me hanging either. So after a while she pulled back on her knees, and took me in doggy style, and that was how I finished.
We laid back on the bed for a while, exchanging some smiles, then she went to take a shower (I really felt like I would ask to join her, but the shower-stall was already small enough for one of us), got her clothes, and after some mutual goodbyes, we parted ways with some kisses on the cheek.

All in all, after approaching the house feeling like a teenage boy on his first rodeo, she gave me a sweet and simple semi-GFE session that I enjoyed greatly start to the finish, and then on for some days. I've read some really mixed reviews on Asmara, but for me it will always have the memory of entering quite timidly, then leaving confident and happy just for being a man. And I'll always remember and thank Angel for this great memory.