toomuch
27-04-2013, 08:22 PM
Today started sensationally. Pure and clean.
By 8 am, I've had a great sex with my really quite gorgeous girlfriend and am in the surf at Bondi.
Good coffee and breakfast waits.
And it only gets better; GF has stuff to do today, and I'm left on my own. A free man amongst the manacled.
So what do I do?
Plan something special for dinner? Book a romantic weekend away for us?
Nope, not me. I'm immediately searching the net looking for a BBBJ queen. Like straight away. The moment the door closed behind her. I wasn't even horny. I just wanted.
It almost goes without saying, but obviously, I am a scumbag. I must be. There is no other explanation.
A scumbag with a particular fondness for wedging his cock down the throat of willing whores.
My go-to brigade is flaccid disappointment. Kelly hasn't fronted at Brodie St. Shelly isn't on at 533. Ginza is closed.
I ring a few shops. None of the proffered girls is really doing it for me, yet Angie at 533 gets me to bite with Ayumi.
I'm not really sure why, but none of her reviews were bad. Most mentioned a good, some claiming great, BBBJ, and a willing girl. She would have to do.
I would guess that Ayumi is closing in on 40. Thin. So so thin. And soft. Overly large breast for her frame
Some guys will really like this.
I'm not one of them.
Ayumi seems to be a nice person, but that spark, that sense nothing exists outside the walls of the room and the girl at that particular moment wasn't there with Ayumi and I.
I always book an hour, and generally extend, but an hour was plenty with Ayumi. She is no clock watcher, and was happy to suck me in all manner of positions for the hour. I didn't even try and fuck her. Just not interested.
I imagine many guys would be very very happy with her service. It was a fair to decent blowjob.
It certainly wasn't the existential BJ moment I was chasing, but that rainbow is one elusive motherfucker. It may never be truly defined.
533 is as it always is.
It took two rings of the buzzer to gain entry from the exposed landing, and upon leaving Angie opened the door to another punter, welcomed him in by name, and said goodbye to me by name, as we passed.
If only Angies name was Mary we could have reformed the band.
Grading C+ (cheap, clean, effective, with no lingering remorse or memories)
Cheers,
toomuch
By 8 am, I've had a great sex with my really quite gorgeous girlfriend and am in the surf at Bondi.
Good coffee and breakfast waits.
And it only gets better; GF has stuff to do today, and I'm left on my own. A free man amongst the manacled.
So what do I do?
Plan something special for dinner? Book a romantic weekend away for us?
Nope, not me. I'm immediately searching the net looking for a BBBJ queen. Like straight away. The moment the door closed behind her. I wasn't even horny. I just wanted.
It almost goes without saying, but obviously, I am a scumbag. I must be. There is no other explanation.
A scumbag with a particular fondness for wedging his cock down the throat of willing whores.
My go-to brigade is flaccid disappointment. Kelly hasn't fronted at Brodie St. Shelly isn't on at 533. Ginza is closed.
I ring a few shops. None of the proffered girls is really doing it for me, yet Angie at 533 gets me to bite with Ayumi.
I'm not really sure why, but none of her reviews were bad. Most mentioned a good, some claiming great, BBBJ, and a willing girl. She would have to do.
I would guess that Ayumi is closing in on 40. Thin. So so thin. And soft. Overly large breast for her frame
Some guys will really like this.
I'm not one of them.
Ayumi seems to be a nice person, but that spark, that sense nothing exists outside the walls of the room and the girl at that particular moment wasn't there with Ayumi and I.
I always book an hour, and generally extend, but an hour was plenty with Ayumi. She is no clock watcher, and was happy to suck me in all manner of positions for the hour. I didn't even try and fuck her. Just not interested.
I imagine many guys would be very very happy with her service. It was a fair to decent blowjob.
It certainly wasn't the existential BJ moment I was chasing, but that rainbow is one elusive motherfucker. It may never be truly defined.
533 is as it always is.
It took two rings of the buzzer to gain entry from the exposed landing, and upon leaving Angie opened the door to another punter, welcomed him in by name, and said goodbye to me by name, as we passed.
If only Angies name was Mary we could have reformed the band.
Grading C+ (cheap, clean, effective, with no lingering remorse or memories)
Cheers,
toomuch