So I was in E-town for meetings and decided to have an itch scratched. After a couple of perplexing and bizarre phone calls to Aristocrat and then to Cloud 9, I finally managed to set an appointment with Carly at Supreme. It was quite easy to set things up, and off I went.
When I first got there, I was shown to a very small room to wait. Hmmm. Okay. I thought that maybe this was meant to be the negotiating room. Nope. Carly came in, and ushered me back to another room, with the usual shower, and oversized table. I was very happy with my choice, and as I walked down the hallway behind her, I was debating with myself whether to go with just a bodyslide, or for the whole enchilada. Very VERY tough choice!
We get into the room, and Carly asks what I’d like. I tell her I’d like a bodyslide, and a bit of Russian action. She stares at me like she has no idea what I’m talking about. Hmmm. This does not bode well. Ultimately she asks what I want to spend. I note the boulevard sign that said “ask about our specials”. She asks “Isn’t it all special?”. Fine. I tell her I have $$ with me (I’d rather come out with more cash later if circumstances warrant). She says “I think we can make that work”.
She starts the shower, and tells me to leave the cash on the table. Into the shower I go, and when I come out, she’s just returned to the room. As I’m towelling off, she starts peeling off her clothes. The more she takes off, the happier I get. She has a really nice chest. Really. Seriously. Spectacular.
I climb up on the table, and the hot oil sliding begins. Now once the main event begins, she’s no talker. In fact I think she said all of 4 words during the whole process. I, on the other hand, have what Jessie Jane appropriately calls “Sexual Tourette’s Syndrome”. Things just pop directly from my brain to my mouth, and out they come. In any case, Carly doesn’t exactly join in with any dirty talk, and at one point I think she even giggled at me. Whatever. So long as she kept doing that sliding thing with her breasts all over my back, and her pubes scratching my thighs, she can laugh herself silly. I was totally enjoying her moves. At one point I thought she might be working up a little Prostate Massage (a good thing in my books), but alas, it was not to be. Just some really well placed teasing.
She calls for the flip, and I happily oblige. Let the Russian treatment begin. Did I mention her really nice breasts? They are really nice. Really. I reach down and manage a digit or two, but clearly the best I can hope for is a sticky finger. I ask if DATY is on the menu, and she politely declines (again with a brief giggle). Now I must say that I don’t know if I was turned down on these fronts due to the fact that I told her that I only had $$ with me, or if it just wasn’t on the menu regardless of price. I must say that as far as DATY went at that particular moment in time, all she had to do was name her price and I would have leapt to get my wallet out again. But she didn’t, and frankly, it was probably for the best. I liked how she was handling things, and it was all good.
Things progress and she starts with the HJ. If I liked how she managed the bodyslide and the Russian, let me tell you, I was over the moon with the HJ. This girl may not be a great conversationalist, and may not even do much in the way of eye contact, but she definitely has the proper technique for a HJ completely figured out. Pop goes the weasel, and it’s all over. She hands me a cloth and asks if I need a moment. Does a bear shit in the woods? Christ, I’m not sure I know my own name! I tell her, yes, I need a moment. A warm shower, a hug, and out the door I go into the cold Halloween night.
Overall this session started on very shaky ground, but in the end she managed to salvage the session, and I was quite happy with everything once we got the negotiating overwith.
Looks: 8.5/10
Attitude: 6/10
Service: 8.5/10
VFM: 8/10
Repeat: Depends on what my options are next time I’m in town. She’s certainly in the running.
When I first got there, I was shown to a very small room to wait. Hmmm. Okay. I thought that maybe this was meant to be the negotiating room. Nope. Carly came in, and ushered me back to another room, with the usual shower, and oversized table. I was very happy with my choice, and as I walked down the hallway behind her, I was debating with myself whether to go with just a bodyslide, or for the whole enchilada. Very VERY tough choice!
We get into the room, and Carly asks what I’d like. I tell her I’d like a bodyslide, and a bit of Russian action. She stares at me like she has no idea what I’m talking about. Hmmm. This does not bode well. Ultimately she asks what I want to spend. I note the boulevard sign that said “ask about our specials”. She asks “Isn’t it all special?”. Fine. I tell her I have $$ with me (I’d rather come out with more cash later if circumstances warrant). She says “I think we can make that work”.
She starts the shower, and tells me to leave the cash on the table. Into the shower I go, and when I come out, she’s just returned to the room. As I’m towelling off, she starts peeling off her clothes. The more she takes off, the happier I get. She has a really nice chest. Really. Seriously. Spectacular.
I climb up on the table, and the hot oil sliding begins. Now once the main event begins, she’s no talker. In fact I think she said all of 4 words during the whole process. I, on the other hand, have what Jessie Jane appropriately calls “Sexual Tourette’s Syndrome”. Things just pop directly from my brain to my mouth, and out they come. In any case, Carly doesn’t exactly join in with any dirty talk, and at one point I think she even giggled at me. Whatever. So long as she kept doing that sliding thing with her breasts all over my back, and her pubes scratching my thighs, she can laugh herself silly. I was totally enjoying her moves. At one point I thought she might be working up a little Prostate Massage (a good thing in my books), but alas, it was not to be. Just some really well placed teasing.
She calls for the flip, and I happily oblige. Let the Russian treatment begin. Did I mention her really nice breasts? They are really nice. Really. I reach down and manage a digit or two, but clearly the best I can hope for is a sticky finger. I ask if DATY is on the menu, and she politely declines (again with a brief giggle). Now I must say that I don’t know if I was turned down on these fronts due to the fact that I told her that I only had $$ with me, or if it just wasn’t on the menu regardless of price. I must say that as far as DATY went at that particular moment in time, all she had to do was name her price and I would have leapt to get my wallet out again. But she didn’t, and frankly, it was probably for the best. I liked how she was handling things, and it was all good.
Things progress and she starts with the HJ. If I liked how she managed the bodyslide and the Russian, let me tell you, I was over the moon with the HJ. This girl may not be a great conversationalist, and may not even do much in the way of eye contact, but she definitely has the proper technique for a HJ completely figured out. Pop goes the weasel, and it’s all over. She hands me a cloth and asks if I need a moment. Does a bear shit in the woods? Christ, I’m not sure I know my own name! I tell her, yes, I need a moment. A warm shower, a hug, and out the door I go into the cold Halloween night.
Overall this session started on very shaky ground, but in the end she managed to salvage the session, and I was quite happy with everything once we got the negotiating overwith.
Looks: 8.5/10
Attitude: 6/10
Service: 8.5/10
VFM: 8/10
Repeat: Depends on what my options are next time I’m in town. She’s certainly in the running.