kdanley
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My 10th visit to Angel—I seem to like this place. There's usually a bevy of girls to choose from. Though most aren't going to win youthful beauty contests, I've found them sluttily decked out and eager to deliver service.
It's a Sunday night at 6. I ask Papasan who's available, and he responds with an emphatic "All of them!" Having become fond of Cherry I decide to repeat with her.
As Papasan takes me to one of Angel's cozy rooms I mention casually, waving a bottle of SCOPE Original Mint in my hand, that smokers like Cherry might want to use mouthwash. He promises to tell her. But a few moments later, as I'm unpacking the blanket and CD player from my pooner bag, he returns to inform me that Cherry has the flu. How considerate that she doesn't want to risk infecting a 3-time repeat client! I wonder, though, why she's here at all tonight, suffering from the flu. Perhaps less regular clients don't get this kind of consideration??
Papasan recommends Anna instead. I ask to see her first. She turns out to be the tallest Asian SP I've yet met, about 5'10''. Her skimpy outfit reveals a voluptuous built that's attractive to me—oodles of warm soft female flesh promising oodles of fun. She has a friendly oval face with shortish, brown-colored, frizzy-styled hair which suits her, though normally I prefer women's hair long and straight.
Right away Anna hugs me warmly, almost gratefully, giving me that submissive deer-in-the-headlights look that conveys, "Use me, have your way with me." I feel a ripple inside me of spontaneous liking for her. Our faces are almost level, and we begin slow dancing and kissing and gentle touching even before many words are spoken. Her mouth tastes fresh, devoid of any smoke breath (Anna later confirms she's a non-smoker.)
I let her know I've showered just 10 min ago. She trusts me and doesn't insist on another shower. Warming up to one another's bodies goes smoothly as we strip naked and fondle on the massage table. I give her black stockings to wear.
Anna's sensuous looks and touch and cooperativeness get me excited with ease. I nibble and lick away at that succulent, smooth-shaven kitty of hers and even graze her starfish a few times with my tongue; everything tastes nice and clean. We start in mish and move on to energetic ACG—during which she bends down so as to keep kissing me! Our rapport seems so electrifying I almost blow.
Asking her to assume the doggie position I make her spread those orificial goodies wide and insert a finger in her starfish; a delectable sight. After a stretch of "lazy" doggie—nothing lazy about the intense pounding she receives—I have her kneel in front of me for a CBJ. Her expert hand-mouth coordination, together with my own control of the back-and-forth movement, brings me perilously close to the point of no return. I toy with the idea of popping in her mouth, but then decide I don't want to miss the more satisfying finish of vigorous pounding in mish.
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We spend about 10 post-coital min holding each other on the table, chatting in a mix of English and Mandarin. Anna strikes me as intelligent, sensitive, vulnerable, sweet. She eats up my compliments as if she were hungry for them. She says she's from Dalian (a city in North China), has been in Canada for 3 yrs, is an English student, has worked at Angel for 3 mo, and is age 28—well, who knows what to believe.
While I take my shower she leaves briefly and then comes to bring me water and tidy up the room. We do a bit more dancing and kissing and talking, even though I'm over time.
Suddenly Cherry comes by to say hello. Apparently these two "big girls" are friends. When I suggest the idea of a threesome with them next time, they enthusiastically agree. I actually find myself seriously fantasizing about a romp with these two sensuality-oozing hotpots.
After taking leave I walk the few steps over to my car. In the sloping parking lot near the entrance to Angel I notice a somewhat dishevelled-looking fellow smoking a cigarette. He greets me with "I see you've been a naughty boy!" We end up having friendly 5-min chat. He says he plans to go in just for a massage and possibly a BJ. He mentions he likes "that big girl" but can't remember her name. He says, somewhat self-disparagingly, that he's both drunk and stoned; has been a heavy drinker and dangerous driver for a long time. "I'm totally out of control," he says. It occurs to me that there're high self-esteem pooners and low self-esteem pooners who approach this hobby very differently—and are likely to have radically different experiences with the same girl.
Can't help wondering how Anna or Cherry are going to handle this fellow... Certainly, what Anna provided for me tonight was another glorious high point in my pleasure-seeking quest—as close to heaven as I'm likely to get.
L 7.5; A 10; S9. Definitely a repeat. Donation: $.4 for the 45 min all-inclusive.
It's a Sunday night at 6. I ask Papasan who's available, and he responds with an emphatic "All of them!" Having become fond of Cherry I decide to repeat with her.
As Papasan takes me to one of Angel's cozy rooms I mention casually, waving a bottle of SCOPE Original Mint in my hand, that smokers like Cherry might want to use mouthwash. He promises to tell her. But a few moments later, as I'm unpacking the blanket and CD player from my pooner bag, he returns to inform me that Cherry has the flu. How considerate that she doesn't want to risk infecting a 3-time repeat client! I wonder, though, why she's here at all tonight, suffering from the flu. Perhaps less regular clients don't get this kind of consideration??
Papasan recommends Anna instead. I ask to see her first. She turns out to be the tallest Asian SP I've yet met, about 5'10''. Her skimpy outfit reveals a voluptuous built that's attractive to me—oodles of warm soft female flesh promising oodles of fun. She has a friendly oval face with shortish, brown-colored, frizzy-styled hair which suits her, though normally I prefer women's hair long and straight.
Right away Anna hugs me warmly, almost gratefully, giving me that submissive deer-in-the-headlights look that conveys, "Use me, have your way with me." I feel a ripple inside me of spontaneous liking for her. Our faces are almost level, and we begin slow dancing and kissing and gentle touching even before many words are spoken. Her mouth tastes fresh, devoid of any smoke breath (Anna later confirms she's a non-smoker.)
I let her know I've showered just 10 min ago. She trusts me and doesn't insist on another shower. Warming up to one another's bodies goes smoothly as we strip naked and fondle on the massage table. I give her black stockings to wear.
Anna's sensuous looks and touch and cooperativeness get me excited with ease. I nibble and lick away at that succulent, smooth-shaven kitty of hers and even graze her starfish a few times with my tongue; everything tastes nice and clean. We start in mish and move on to energetic ACG—during which she bends down so as to keep kissing me! Our rapport seems so electrifying I almost blow.
Asking her to assume the doggie position I make her spread those orificial goodies wide and insert a finger in her starfish; a delectable sight. After a stretch of "lazy" doggie—nothing lazy about the intense pounding she receives—I have her kneel in front of me for a CBJ. Her expert hand-mouth coordination, together with my own control of the back-and-forth movement, brings me perilously close to the point of no return. I toy with the idea of popping in her mouth, but then decide I don't want to miss the more satisfying finish of vigorous pounding in mish.
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We spend about 10 post-coital min holding each other on the table, chatting in a mix of English and Mandarin. Anna strikes me as intelligent, sensitive, vulnerable, sweet. She eats up my compliments as if she were hungry for them. She says she's from Dalian (a city in North China), has been in Canada for 3 yrs, is an English student, has worked at Angel for 3 mo, and is age 28—well, who knows what to believe.
While I take my shower she leaves briefly and then comes to bring me water and tidy up the room. We do a bit more dancing and kissing and talking, even though I'm over time.
Suddenly Cherry comes by to say hello. Apparently these two "big girls" are friends. When I suggest the idea of a threesome with them next time, they enthusiastically agree. I actually find myself seriously fantasizing about a romp with these two sensuality-oozing hotpots.
After taking leave I walk the few steps over to my car. In the sloping parking lot near the entrance to Angel I notice a somewhat dishevelled-looking fellow smoking a cigarette. He greets me with "I see you've been a naughty boy!" We end up having friendly 5-min chat. He says he plans to go in just for a massage and possibly a BJ. He mentions he likes "that big girl" but can't remember her name. He says, somewhat self-disparagingly, that he's both drunk and stoned; has been a heavy drinker and dangerous driver for a long time. "I'm totally out of control," he says. It occurs to me that there're high self-esteem pooners and low self-esteem pooners who approach this hobby very differently—and are likely to have radically different experiences with the same girl.
Can't help wondering how Anna or Cherry are going to handle this fellow... Certainly, what Anna provided for me tonight was another glorious high point in my pleasure-seeking quest—as close to heaven as I'm likely to get.
L 7.5; A 10; S9. Definitely a repeat. Donation: $.4 for the 45 min all-inclusive.