Les Soleil Confidential: Where Class Meets Pure, Unfiltered Magic

[Mybadwilly22]

Location: Les Soleil, Croydon
Date and Duration: November 2024, one-hour session
Overall Rating: 9/10

So, I roll up to Les Soleil in Croydon, and right off the bat, this place has a vibe. We’re talking old-school Federation style, with patterned ceilings and antique cabinetry that makes you feel like you’re about to meet royalty. But that’s not what I’m here for, is it?

Then she walks in. Classy, refined, like she stepped right off the cover of some magazine. She’s got this warm smile, a natural ease, like we’ve known each other for years. And that dress—tight, white, elegant, and just sheer enough to hint at the promise beneath. This isn’t your average encounter; it’s already a whole experience.

We start with the massage, and from the very first touch, it’s clear: this isn’t just any massage. Her touch is gentle yet purposeful, like she’s invested, making every moment count. She oils up—arms, shoulders, breasts, all in a smooth, practiced motion. And let’s just say, the “you-know-where” area gets some special attention too, which definitely doesn’t go unnoticed. She leans in close, moaning softly, just enough to let me know I’m right where I should be, with a soft murmur that practically sends chills down my spine. This isn’t just sensual—it’s got a sophistication, a rhythm, like I’m in the middle of some scene from a film I didn’t know I was starring in.

And then, just as I’m melting into it, she changes things up. Suddenly, I’m face down, and she’s lifting my hips a little, raising my ass in the air. And I’ll admit, there’s a split-second thought that flashes through my mind, like, Whoa, wait—where’s this going? I’m bracing myself, half-preparing to set a boundary, but she’s got the whole vibe on lock, and she reads me like a pro. Before I know it, she’s pulled the smoothest move—she starts with this slow, sultry, expertly-timed fellatio from that position. And let me tell you, her technique is next-level.

She’s got that ball control down to a science—like she’s a professional juggler working overtime. And the deep-throat skills? Off the charts. I’m talking Olympic-level. Her gag reflex must be on vacation, because she’s giving it everything with a finesse that would make a seasoned vet jealous. I’m lying there, half-laughing to myself, thinking, This girl is an absolute legend. So I just relax into it, thinking, Alright, game on.

Then comes the flip. And, bam, suddenly there’s a condom on, and I didn’t even notice her putting it there. No pause, no awkwardness—just the smoothest, most seamless move I’ve ever seen. She’s got skills that defy logic, and I’m actually impressed. Might be the slickest transition in the game.

Now she’s on top, slow and sensual in cowgirl, with this rhythm that feels like it’s part of a dance. Time’s suspended, and it’s just us. I’m grinning, actually in awe of how smooth she’s making everything feel. Couldn’t help but ask her, Is this how you treat everyone? She laughs, looks at me with this classy little smile, and says there’s no way she could do this for more than two or three clients a day. She’s giving it her all, 1000 out of 10, because, as she puts it, the energy between us just clicks. And she’s right—I can feel every bit of that effort, and it’s something else entirely.

Then we switch to missionary, and by now, I’ve been edged to the limit. She’s been keeping me right on that line, building up the anticipation perfectly. So I figure, why not turn the tables a bit? I start edging her, teasing her every so often by pulling out and sliding against her clit, keeping her right on the edge. She’s loving it, moaning louder, more intense, with each move. When she finally comes, it’s this long, drawn-out, full-body experience, and I’m pretty sure half the rooms can hear us. And then, just as we both reach the peak together, it’s this incredible, perfect crescendo that feels almost cinematic.

I’m giving this a 9 out of 10, but only because I’m keeping that last point in my pocket—just in case someone, somehow, manages to top this. But honestly? She’s set the bar high. Real high.

Now, to my fellow punters. I’m not naming names anymore, just the establishment. A lady I’ve reviewed before actually gave me the heads-up about this. When names get out there, expectations skyrocket, and suddenly every bloke thinks he’s owed the same experience. And then you get the occasional idiot treating these ladies rough. So, here’s my advice—take a little time, explore, and find the hidden treasure at Les Soleil for yourself. Trust me, there is a gem waiting if you know where to look.

Oh, and to the fellas who messaged me asking which character I am from my thread “The Characters of AUS99 – A Hilarious Guide to Our Forum’s Wildest Personalities”… let’s just say I’m on the spectrum for most of them. You’ll have to figure that one out.

[Keeping Up]

What a waste of time. It’s just a Penthouse letter without naming the lady.

By the technique described its Summer/Freya in any case. She’s the expert at domming you up stealthily.

[Wank_Somemore]

What a waste of time. It’s just a Penthouse letter without naming the lady.

Totally agree with that!

[MrSeven]

I call ChatGPT on this. Total wank fest, in the shittest way.

[iamthewalrus]

Opening paragraph is just a ridiculous fake story. Its not Federation, no patterned ceilings, there's no antiques furniture cabinetry etc.
(Ikea mostly) . OP is total BS. Also suspect ChatGtp with no human editing.

Just write as straight forward review FFS.


Otherwise, LSM is a wonderful shop ran by the excellent Candy .

[blackpearl]

Opening paragraph is just a ridiculous fake story. Its not Federation, no patterned ceilings, there's no antiques furniture cabinetry etc.
(Ikea mostly) . OP is total BS. Also suspect ChatGtp with no human editing.

Just write as straight forward review FFS.


Otherwise, LSM is a wonderful shop ran by the excellent Candy .

It sounds like a promotion for the shop. Its true when girls name is revealed , everyone wants the same service. But look like OP wants everyone to go to the shop and find that girl. Means more business for the shop. So punter will rush and see who ever and might not get good service. He is helping the business but its a punters forum. His interest should be helping the punter not the shop. Nice story though 😛

[Mybadwilly22]

Alright, I told myself I wouldn’t react to the negativity, but this one deserved a good roasting. So here we go, fellas. Buckle up!

First off, everybody calm down. No one’s holding a gun to your head, making you read this review. If it’s a “waste of time,” then feel free to scroll on by. And if you think it’s fake, well, Keeping Up has already fact-checked it, because he knows exactly what I’m talking about. I’m out here laughing, and you’re over there about to have an aneurysm. Does your life depend on this review being written exactly the way you’d like? Relax, because you’re cracking me up right now.

iamthewalrus
Oh, iamthewalrus, out here sounding like the Sherlock Holmes of room decor. Look, I know you’re itching to call this “fake” because it doesn’t match up with your Ikea fantasy, but if you’d actually been to Room 5, you’d know exactly what I’m talking about. Next time you’re in there, take a second, look up at the ceiling, and soak in the vibe. Meanwhile, I’m lying back, relaxing into the experience, while you’re over there fumbling around, trying to put it in the right hole because you’re too busy inspecting the dresser and asking, “Is this Ikea?”

And let’s get this straight—I’m actually praising Candy’s operation. She doesn’t need you over here playing PR manager like she’s under attack. Trust me, she loves the attention—it’s called marketing. Here’s a question: how many times has a woman had to say, “That’s not it,” because you’re too focused on the decor? Just sit back, stop playing room inspector, and enjoy yourself for once.

MrSeven
Oh, MrSeven, pulling the old “I call ChatGPT” move like he’s cracked some kind of Da Vinci Code. Let me tell you something, Sherlock, even if ChatGPT helped me out, who cares? This is a forum about having a laugh and sharing wild stories, not the Wall Street Journal. You’re here calling it a “wank fest in the shittest way”—well, newsflash, my guy, this entire forum is a wank fest. If a little storytelling is too much for your delicate sensibilities, maybe hit up an encyclopedia. Does your survival depend on this being 100% ChatGPT-free?

Also, MrSeven, I bet you were one of those people supporting Kamala for president, right? Over here fact-checking a review like I’ve just shaken up the government. Go outside, see the sun, and work on loosening up.

Wank_Somemore
Wank_Somemore, really? Was Wank_EvenMore taken? Here you are, getting all worked up because it “reads like a Penthouse letter” without a name. And what’s the point of going to these places, mate? Aren’t we all here to stop wanking or, I don’t know, get wanked? You’re reading an entertaining story on a forum dedicated to exactly that, and you’re over here pouting because I didn’t give you GPS coordinates to the experience. And “Penthouse”? Are they even still around? You’re here on a forum, meant for a little imagination, complaining that it isn’t clinical enough. Look, if it’s not doing it for you, there’s a whole internet waiting. Scroll on, my dude, you’ll live.

Keeping Up
Keeping Up, my man, reading this review like someone’s forcing him to scroll through every word. “What a waste of time”… and yet here you are, fact-checking it. Nobody made you read this, my guy. You’re acting like I ruined your day! And the funniest part? You already know who I’m talking about, but you’re still sitting there with your arms crossed. You think your life depends on this review being exactly the way you want it? C’mon, it’s a laugh. If you can’t handle a bit of humor, maybe this isn’t the thread for you.

blackpearl
And here’s blackpearl, coming in with the “sounds like a promotion for the shop” conspiracy. Really, mate? You’re out here acting like I’m running some massive political scheme, like it’s the Dismissal of ’75 or something. I’m just sharing a story, not running a campaign for Candy’s future PM run. And yeah, maybe people want to go find this girl—guess what? That’s the point of a review, my man. It’s like you’re thinking I’m setting up some evil master plan to pack out the shop.

And hey, thanks for appreciating the writing, but isn’t that what punting’s all about? Exploring, enjoying the journey, the good and the bad? What’s the alternative, anyway? You want me to drop a name and just say “she good” or “she bad” like it’s Yelp? If a little fun in a review gets people exploring, that’s the name of the game. Loosen up, have a laugh, and take it as it comes. You might even enjoy yourself a bit.

There you go, fellas. Take this as a reminder: it’s a forum, it’s a laugh, and if you can’t handle a bit of flavor in your reviews, maybe rethink why you’re here. Go on, have a chuckle, and next time, maybe take it just a little less seriously.

[asheton]

Can confirm that's Summer's modus operandi down to a T. She gives 110% effort and is one of the few times +$100 CBJ & B2B has been worth it. Her look just doesn't do it as much for me, YMMV.

[Keeping Up]

Alright, I told myself I wouldn’t react to the negativity, but this one deserved a good roasting. So here we go, fellas. Buckle up!

First off, everybody calm down. No one’s holding a gun to your head, making you read this review. If it’s a “waste of time,” then feel free to scroll on by. And if you think it’s fake, well, Keeping Up has already fact-checked it, because he knows exactly what I’m talking about. I’m out here laughing, and you’re over there about to have an aneurysm. Does your life depend on this review being written exactly the way you’d like? Relax, because you’re cracking me up right now.

iamthewalrus
Oh, iamthewalrus, out here sounding like the Sherlock Holmes of room decor. Look, I know you’re itching to call this “fake” because it doesn’t match up with your Ikea fantasy, but if you’d actually been to Room 5, you’d know exactly what I’m talking about. Next time you’re in there, take a second, look up at the ceiling, and soak in the vibe. Meanwhile, I’m lying back, relaxing into the experience, while you’re over there fumbling around, trying to put it in the right hole because you’re too busy inspecting the dresser and asking, “Is this Ikea?”

And let’s get this straight—I’m actually praising Candy’s operation. She doesn’t need you over here playing PR manager like she’s under attack. Trust me, she loves the attention—it’s called marketing. Here’s a question: how many times has a woman had to say, “That’s not it,” because you’re too focused on the decor? Just sit back, stop playing room inspector, and enjoy yourself for once.

MrSeven
Oh, MrSeven, pulling the old “I call ChatGPT” move like he’s cracked some kind of Da Vinci Code. Let me tell you something, Sherlock, even if ChatGPT helped me out, who cares? This is a forum about having a laugh and sharing wild stories, not the Wall Street Journal. You’re here calling it a “wank fest in the shittest way”—well, newsflash, my guy, this entire forum is a wank fest. If a little storytelling is too much for your delicate sensibilities, maybe hit up an encyclopedia. Does your survival depend on this being 100% ChatGPT-free?

Also, MrSeven, I bet you were one of those people supporting Kamala for president, right? Over here fact-checking a review like I’ve just shaken up the government. Go outside, see the sun, and work on loosening up.

Wank_Somemore
Wank_Somemore, really? Was Wank_EvenMore taken? Here you are, getting all worked up because it “reads like a Penthouse letter” without a name. And what’s the point of going to these places, mate? Aren’t we all here to stop wanking or, I don’t know, get wanked? You’re reading an entertaining story on a forum dedicated to exactly that, and you’re over here pouting because I didn’t give you GPS coordinates to the experience. And “Penthouse”? Are they even still around? You’re here on a forum, meant for a little imagination, complaining that it isn’t clinical enough. Look, if it’s not doing it for you, there’s a whole internet waiting. Scroll on, my dude, you’ll live.

Keeping Up
Keeping Up, my man, reading this review like someone’s forcing him to scroll through every word. “What a waste of time”… and yet here you are, fact-checking it. Nobody made you read this, my guy. You’re acting like I ruined your day! And the funniest part? You already know who I’m talking about, but you’re still sitting there with your arms crossed. You think your life depends on this review being exactly the way you want it? C’mon, it’s a laugh. If you can’t handle a bit of humor, maybe this isn’t the thread for you.

blackpearl
And here’s blackpearl, coming in with the “sounds like a promotion for the shop” conspiracy. Really, mate? You’re out here acting like I’m running some massive political scheme, like it’s the Dismissal of ’75 or something. I’m just sharing a story, not running a campaign for Candy’s future PM run. And yeah, maybe people want to go find this girl—guess what? That’s the point of a review, my man. It’s like you’re thinking I’m setting up some evil master plan to pack out the shop.

And hey, thanks for appreciating the writing, but isn’t that what punting’s all about? Exploring, enjoying the journey, the good and the bad? What’s the alternative, anyway? You want me to drop a name and just say “she good” or “she bad” like it’s Yelp? If a little fun in a review gets people exploring, that’s the name of the game. Loosen up, have a laugh, and take it as it comes. You might even enjoy yourself a bit.

There you go, fellas. Take this as a reminder: it’s a forum, it’s a laugh, and if you can’t handle a bit of flavor in your reviews, maybe rethink why you’re here. Go on, have a chuckle, and next time, maybe take it just a little less seriously.

Actually DH hundreds on here are familiar with Summer/Freya. No need to fact check or read the whole lot. She is one of the most popular MLs in Sydney. No need to omit her name. When you’re more regular with her there is plenty more on the menu believe me. It’s not the 1st time she’s been reviewed so nothing new to learn from your story. Get over yourself DH.

[blackpearl]

Actually DH hundreds on here are familiar with Summer/Freya. No need to fact check or read the whole lot. She is one of the most popular MLs in Sydney. No need to omit her name. When you’re more regular with her there is plenty more on the menu believe me. It’s not the 1st time she’s been reviewed so nothing new to learn from your story. Get over yourself DH.
I think OP was just too excited thinking he got something special. Summer/freya worked at Red rose as well. She provides lot more services … ahh memories …

[jaquedm1307]

bam, suddenly there’s a condom on, and I didn’t even notice her putting it there. No pause, no awkwardness—just the smoothest, most seamless move I’ve ever seen. She’s got skills that defy logic,

Totally in character with Summer (Freya / Michelle) one of the few I've ever encountered who give you absolute intensity every time from the first to last second.

How about trying her in a double ..... :-)

[yellow_sub]

Great essay and marketing, hope it actually helps the shop.

Aside, Summer is top notch, from massage to services.

[17012430]

Yep definitely Summer/Freya. Nice AR

[AHLUNGOR]

Location: Les Soleil, Croydon
Date and Duration: November 2024, one-hour session
Overall Rating: 9/10

So, I roll up to Les Soleil in Croydon, and right off the bat, this place has a vibe. We’re talking old-school Federation style, with patterned ceilings and antique cabinetry that makes you feel like you’re about to meet royalty. But that’s not what I’m here for, is it?

Then she walks in. Classy, refined, like she stepped right off the cover of some magazine. She’s got this warm smile, a natural ease, like we’ve known each other for years. And that dress—tight, white, elegant, and just sheer enough to hint at the promise beneath. This isn’t your average encounter; it’s already a whole experience.

We start with the massage, and from the very first touch, it’s clear: this isn’t just any massage. Her touch is gentle yet purposeful, like she’s invested, making every moment count. She oils up—arms, shoulders, breasts, all in a smooth, practiced motion. And let’s just say, the “you-know-where” area gets some special attention too, which definitely doesn’t go unnoticed. She leans in close, moaning softly, just enough to let me know I’m right where I should be, with a soft murmur that practically sends chills down my spine. This isn’t just sensual—it’s got a sophistication, a rhythm, like I’m in the middle of some scene from a film I didn’t know I was starring in.

And then, just as I’m melting into it, she changes things up. Suddenly, I’m face down, and she’s lifting my hips a little, raising my ass in the air. And I’ll admit, there’s a split-second thought that flashes through my mind, like, Whoa, wait—where’s this going? I’m bracing myself, half-preparing to set a boundary, but she’s got the whole vibe on lock, and she reads me like a pro. Before I know it, she’s pulled the smoothest move—she starts with this slow, sultry, expertly-timed fellatio from that position. And let me tell you, her technique is next-level.

She’s got that ball control down to a science—like she’s a professional juggler working overtime. And the deep-throat skills? Off the charts. I’m talking Olympic-level. Her gag reflex must be on vacation, because she’s giving it everything with a finesse that would make a seasoned vet jealous. I’m lying there, half-laughing to myself, thinking, This girl is an absolute legend. So I just relax into it, thinking, Alright, game on.

Then comes the flip. And, bam, suddenly there’s a condom on, and I didn’t even notice her putting it there. No pause, no awkwardness—just the smoothest, most seamless move I’ve ever seen. She’s got skills that defy logic, and I’m actually impressed. Might be the slickest transition in the game.

Now she’s on top, slow and sensual in cowgirl, with this rhythm that feels like it’s part of a dance. Time’s suspended, and it’s just us. I’m grinning, actually in awe of how smooth she’s making everything feel. Couldn’t help but ask her, Is this how you treat everyone? She laughs, looks at me with this classy little smile, and says there’s no way she could do this for more than two or three clients a day. She’s giving it her all, 1000 out of 10, because, as she puts it, the energy between us just clicks. And she’s right—I can feel every bit of that effort, and it’s something else entirely.

Then we switch to missionary, and by now, I’ve been edged to the limit. She’s been keeping me right on that line, building up the anticipation perfectly. So I figure, why not turn the tables a bit? I start edging her, teasing her every so often by pulling out and sliding against her clit, keeping her right on the edge. She’s loving it, moaning louder, more intense, with each move. When she finally comes, it’s this long, drawn-out, full-body experience, and I’m pretty sure half the rooms can hear us. And then, just as we both reach the peak together, it’s this incredible, perfect crescendo that feels almost cinematic.

I’m giving this a 9 out of 10, but only because I’m keeping that last point in my pocket—just in case someone, somehow, manages to top this. But honestly? She’s set the bar high. Real high.

Now, to my fellow punters. I’m not naming names anymore, just the establishment. A lady I’ve reviewed before actually gave me the heads-up about this. When names get out there, expectations skyrocket, and suddenly every bloke thinks he’s owed the same experience. And then you get the occasional idiot treating these ladies rough. So, here’s my advice—take a little time, explore, and find the hidden treasure at Les Soleil for yourself. Trust me, there is a gem waiting if you know where to look.

Oh, and to the fellas who messaged me asking which character I am from my thread “The Characters of AUS99 – A Hilarious Guide to Our Forum’s Wildest Personalities”… let’s just say I’m on the spectrum for most of them. You’ll have to figure that one out.


Thanks for the review, but what about the vital statistics, like, most importantly: the Cup Size ? natural or fake..........haha

[17012430]

Haha I think everyone needs to include cup size just for bro Ah - mandatory

[Mybadwilly22]

Thanks for the review, but what about the vital statistics, like, most importantly: the Cup Size ? natural or fake..........haha

AHLUNGOR, mate, you’ve got me laughing again. Always laser-focused on the vital statistics. Respect for keeping the forum grounded in the essentials. Well, here’s what I can offer: they’re bolt-on C cups. But don’t quote me on it—I’m no cup-size sommelier, swirling silicone like a fine Shiraz to determine authenticity.

Now, before you sigh in disappointment, let me say this: from memory, I don’t think they meet your legendary minimum E-cup requirement. But hey, if anyone can bring them up to standard with a bit of encouragement, it’s you, champ. Your dedication to the craft is unmatched.

[Mybadwilly22]

Haha I think everyone needs to include cup size just for bro Ah - mandatory

17012430, mate, I reckon you’re onto something with the whole “mandatory cup-size reporting” idea. From now on, I’ll include a full Specs Sheet with my reviews:
• Horsepower: 9/10.
• Suspension: Firm but playful.
• Cup Size: Bolt-On C’s.

Because let’s be honest—what good is a detailed review if it doesn’t help AHLUNGOR plot his next expedition? Thanks for the idea, mate. You’re not chopped liver—you’re the seasoning.

[tezzaman18]

Would certainly agree how seamless Summer (Freya) goes about her ways if you see her regularly. There was once I thought she had forgotten to put on the condom (before jumping on a CG) after one memorable BBBJ. Lol

Am quite familiar with her outfits and do not recall her having a white dress.

As the OP walked into LSM on a vibe, presumed a first time customer, and there was nothing mentioned about extra services and $$ discussed , after the massage - not her communication style.

Finally , unless it's my eye-sight and my sense of touch deceiving me, Summer has no bolt-ons. No idea who this ML is.


bam, suddenly there’s a condom on, and I didn’t even notice her putting it there. No pause, no awkwardness—just the smoothest, most seamless move I’ve ever seen. She’s got skills that defy logic,

Totally in character with Summer (Freya / Michelle) one of the few I've ever encountered who give you absolute intensity every time from the first to last second.

How about trying her in a double ..... :-)

[jaquedm1307]

Freya is a c/d and 100% natural
Plus she's now working at Parramatta Blossom 267 Church Street on Saturday as Freya

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