- Nov 16, 2009
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Monday afternoon: AMY @ Prosper
Find myself driving along Main past Prosper…can see Lisa taking a smoke break. My thoughts wander to pussy. Count the cash in my wallet, scrape together $.5 for the all-inclusive.
3 girls available, only Amy is unknown to me. She’s one of those robust, round-assed little Thais with enhanced tits and wears a sexy red camisole. I give her black stockings. We clarify we’d go for 45 min from the time she came in and not count my shower time.
I brought my pooner bag with a soft blanket, CD player with favorite music and a silk bathrobe. She grins and says, “You nice romantic guy, I like be with you.”
She says she’s 27. Whatever…I love the promise of those huge globules with big aureoles sticking out over her camisole, and of those puffy pussy lips with only slightly trimmed hair and lots of “nasty-snatch” appeal.
I ask her to massage Nimrod with a slow, rhythmic hand while talking dirty. She gets at both tasks with gusto. I'm pleased to notice Nimrod's rapid response—what gets an easy rise out of me isn’t just expert touching but also a sense that the woman takes pleasure in being with me.
“Yeah, I love to fuck men,” Amy says when I ask if she likes her work.
I have her roll on the condom and run through all viable positions, including RCG and upside-down MISH (what's the name for that?). She moves herself with ease in ACG, her slippery cooch holding me in a tight grip. She also has a way of spreading her legs superwide, supplying me with delicious visuals.
We do repeated CBJs and spontaneous DATY whenever I feel like it, responsively welcomed by Amy. I achieve a total state of flow, basking in her delectable sluttiness, motivated to lick every one of those inviting, clean-tasting holes.
I ask if she lets men fuck her in the ass, and she says “Sometimes—if they’re not too big.” I suggest that next time we give it a try, big or not.
We straddle each other in a way we can watch the "goings-in-and-out" in the mirror—a wonderfully arousing image for a visual guy like me.
I change positions a lot, whenever I'm on the edge of orgasm. There's no rushing, no resistance; she takes it like a champ. Eventually I let go in MISH with her legs clamped together. She cleans me up—I don't have to do a thing.
Another shower, Amy brings me a cup of tea, and we go 10 minutes overtime, hugging and talking in very basic English. One hell of a sexy lady.
Tuesday morning: Aleah @ Great Pharaoh
Hadn’t planned on returning to GP soon (or ever) after a recent debacle…but received an offer of a special promotional rate, making this my least expensive Canadian poon ever. Told GP’s owner that I was looking for super-friendly, no-rush service—and Aleah was recommended.
I open GP's front door with those ting-a-ling bells and find myself welcomed by a slender blond teenybopper with a model’s body and a smiley, delicate face. Aleah is 19, of Scottish-Irish descent, and has only been with GP for 3 months, so her photo isn’t yet up on the greatpharaoh.com “Goddess” gallery.
She leads me to an elegantly appointed den that resembles a cozy bedroom rather than a massage cubicle. I can see why they don’t want showers in there giving off mold-causing moisture. I shower next door, getting Aleah not to count the shower time toward my 45 min.
Aleah is okay with the contents of my pooner bag, especially the stockings—which she happily puts on.
I decide to waive my right to test her (possibly amazing) massage skills. Instead we stretch out together in a close, gentle embrace, exploring each other's intimate zones.
Her cooch is silky-smooth; she shaves it every day. I ask her to talk sexy, and she says she’s not very good at it, although she does watch porn—but with a little prompting, the "bad" words do trickle from her lovely mouth.
We start in MISH, proceed to CG, followed by DOGGIE and more MISH, with two interludes of CBJ. I love looking into those hazel-colored eyes while she slurps away at Nimrod. Aleah is cooperative throughout, nimble in her movements, and oh! so picture-perfect from all angles.
There's no false move or word to turn me off. At one point she voices concern that the rolled-back condom might fall off——fair enough.
My favorite position with her is lazy DOGGIE. She moans encouragingly, feels tight and gives me a wonderful view of her starfish, along with interesting tattoos. I can’t hold back and shoot half my load, but decide not to let her in on this little secret: I suspect she might not be an MSOG kind of girl.
Ravishing Aleah is a tremendous joy, although I don’t exactly achieve flow. My all-out, "getting-carried-away-with-passion" potential for arousal remains blocked, perhaps partly because she reminds me of all those European blondes that rejected me in my youth—or partly because of her restrictions: no kissing of any sort, no DATY, no DIGITS.
She says that even touching her pussy should, strictly speaking, have been reserved for GF experience. Anal is not on the menu at all, I make sure to clarify that.
When my Big O comes, at my own sweet time, Aleah doesn’t push me away but lets me lie astride for a little while longer, savoring my dissipating arousal. I clean myself up. The remaining 5 min we spend relaxing and chatting.
Aleah showed no trace of the all-too-common haughtiness of hot-looking young blondes who get corrupted by too much male attention. I feel I got value from her companionship, even if I had paid the regular donation ($.7 for non-GFE, or $.5 if you arrive before 12.30 PM).
Give her a few more years, and Aleah might break out of her teenybopper reserve and ripen into a star SP.
Find myself driving along Main past Prosper…can see Lisa taking a smoke break. My thoughts wander to pussy. Count the cash in my wallet, scrape together $.5 for the all-inclusive.
3 girls available, only Amy is unknown to me. She’s one of those robust, round-assed little Thais with enhanced tits and wears a sexy red camisole. I give her black stockings. We clarify we’d go for 45 min from the time she came in and not count my shower time.
I brought my pooner bag with a soft blanket, CD player with favorite music and a silk bathrobe. She grins and says, “You nice romantic guy, I like be with you.”
She says she’s 27. Whatever…I love the promise of those huge globules with big aureoles sticking out over her camisole, and of those puffy pussy lips with only slightly trimmed hair and lots of “nasty-snatch” appeal.
I ask her to massage Nimrod with a slow, rhythmic hand while talking dirty. She gets at both tasks with gusto. I'm pleased to notice Nimrod's rapid response—what gets an easy rise out of me isn’t just expert touching but also a sense that the woman takes pleasure in being with me.
“Yeah, I love to fuck men,” Amy says when I ask if she likes her work.
I have her roll on the condom and run through all viable positions, including RCG and upside-down MISH (what's the name for that?). She moves herself with ease in ACG, her slippery cooch holding me in a tight grip. She also has a way of spreading her legs superwide, supplying me with delicious visuals.
We do repeated CBJs and spontaneous DATY whenever I feel like it, responsively welcomed by Amy. I achieve a total state of flow, basking in her delectable sluttiness, motivated to lick every one of those inviting, clean-tasting holes.
I ask if she lets men fuck her in the ass, and she says “Sometimes—if they’re not too big.” I suggest that next time we give it a try, big or not.
We straddle each other in a way we can watch the "goings-in-and-out" in the mirror—a wonderfully arousing image for a visual guy like me.
I change positions a lot, whenever I'm on the edge of orgasm. There's no rushing, no resistance; she takes it like a champ. Eventually I let go in MISH with her legs clamped together. She cleans me up—I don't have to do a thing.
Another shower, Amy brings me a cup of tea, and we go 10 minutes overtime, hugging and talking in very basic English. One hell of a sexy lady.
Tuesday morning: Aleah @ Great Pharaoh
Hadn’t planned on returning to GP soon (or ever) after a recent debacle…but received an offer of a special promotional rate, making this my least expensive Canadian poon ever. Told GP’s owner that I was looking for super-friendly, no-rush service—and Aleah was recommended.
I open GP's front door with those ting-a-ling bells and find myself welcomed by a slender blond teenybopper with a model’s body and a smiley, delicate face. Aleah is 19, of Scottish-Irish descent, and has only been with GP for 3 months, so her photo isn’t yet up on the greatpharaoh.com “Goddess” gallery.
She leads me to an elegantly appointed den that resembles a cozy bedroom rather than a massage cubicle. I can see why they don’t want showers in there giving off mold-causing moisture. I shower next door, getting Aleah not to count the shower time toward my 45 min.
Aleah is okay with the contents of my pooner bag, especially the stockings—which she happily puts on.
I decide to waive my right to test her (possibly amazing) massage skills. Instead we stretch out together in a close, gentle embrace, exploring each other's intimate zones.
Her cooch is silky-smooth; she shaves it every day. I ask her to talk sexy, and she says she’s not very good at it, although she does watch porn—but with a little prompting, the "bad" words do trickle from her lovely mouth.
We start in MISH, proceed to CG, followed by DOGGIE and more MISH, with two interludes of CBJ. I love looking into those hazel-colored eyes while she slurps away at Nimrod. Aleah is cooperative throughout, nimble in her movements, and oh! so picture-perfect from all angles.
There's no false move or word to turn me off. At one point she voices concern that the rolled-back condom might fall off——fair enough.
My favorite position with her is lazy DOGGIE. She moans encouragingly, feels tight and gives me a wonderful view of her starfish, along with interesting tattoos. I can’t hold back and shoot half my load, but decide not to let her in on this little secret: I suspect she might not be an MSOG kind of girl.
Ravishing Aleah is a tremendous joy, although I don’t exactly achieve flow. My all-out, "getting-carried-away-with-passion" potential for arousal remains blocked, perhaps partly because she reminds me of all those European blondes that rejected me in my youth—or partly because of her restrictions: no kissing of any sort, no DATY, no DIGITS.
She says that even touching her pussy should, strictly speaking, have been reserved for GF experience. Anal is not on the menu at all, I make sure to clarify that.
When my Big O comes, at my own sweet time, Aleah doesn’t push me away but lets me lie astride for a little while longer, savoring my dissipating arousal. I clean myself up. The remaining 5 min we spend relaxing and chatting.
Aleah showed no trace of the all-too-common haughtiness of hot-looking young blondes who get corrupted by too much male attention. I feel I got value from her companionship, even if I had paid the regular donation ($.7 for non-GFE, or $.5 if you arrive before 12.30 PM).
Give her a few more years, and Aleah might break out of her teenybopper reserve and ripen into a star SP.