cmk76
03-12-2012, 09:31 PM
7.30 pm 28 Sep 2012
After reading much hype about this place, I thought I would venture out towards Woolloomooloo and experience this establishment. I popped in without a booking and knew that there’s a chance that it would not be busy. I think it was the footy final weekend that time.
I can’t say that I have had much exposure to Singaporean or Malaysian girls. After reading so much about their services and their commanding prices too, I had to satisfy my curiosity.
I’ve had my run of Korean, Thai, Indonesian, Burmese, Indian, Chinese and HK ladies (working and girlfriends) and now wanted to experience ladies that were closer to ‘home’.
I found the place quite easily, parking just past the intersection. I approached the door, rang and was greeted by a young Asian man in his 20’s or so. I took in the surroundings of the terrace house and was led in to the waiting room.
A variety of girls were shown. I don’t remember their names at all but one tall Korean stunner in a gold dress, a shorter Korean ‘every day’ girl, a tall tanned Thai ‘experienced’ looking lady, a cute Malay/Singaporean Chinese girl in a hot pink dress and an average friendly girl of the same descent.
As the host was introducing their names, I caught the names of Choko, the shorter Korean girl and Hebe, the one in pink. None of the girls made eye contact, as their names were announced in the line-up.
I sense a rather unwilling attitude in making an effort from all. I noticed Hebe looking towards the host as her name was being announced. She motioned her head from left to right, and then again. I took that as a signal that she may not be interested in seeing me.
That was not a problem, but now I have a name to a face after all I have read about.
This made my selection rather easy as the other Chinese girl was on offer. For the life of me, I could not remember her name.
From experience too, I never choose the overly popular ones, or everybody’s favourite that their friends, brothers, cousins, uncles and grandfathers have had their sperm donated to. My instincts prove me right when something is too good to be true; it is always too good to be true.
Having invested in $280 for the hour, I had no expectations of my punt, however I was curious to know what I was about to encounter. From the selection that I had made, and not asking the host for his recommendation, I am pretty certain that I was on the safe side.
By the way, I always seem to trust someone who I can build an instant rapport with. Today was not the case, so had to rely on my own instincts, seeing I have not made a connection with the host or the ladies on offer.
She was a plain, petite, size 8, girl next door type. Shoulder length hair, fair skin, smallish curves. Nothing stood out from her presentation in comparison to the other girls. On closer inspection of her facial features, there were a few blemishes and acne scars present. This might suggest that she may be, if not definitely in her 20’s. Not perfect teeth with a small gap in front, inherent when she smiled, along with dry lips.
Behind closed doors, when her brassiere came off, natural B cups with slightly invert nipples presented itself. Soft, flat posterior held up by awkward ‘teenage’ legs completes this package when the rest of the clothing was shed.
We started to chat. I struggled a bit to understand her English even though I may be very familiar with the accent. However, the ‘psyche’ or thinking I should say, could not be met on my part. There has been a large gap that I have missed since growing up in Sydney. We did converse well intellectually, but the humour was not reciprocal. This was something I had to accept.
I think humour is, as essential as part of everyday life. Especially when there is sex involved. It doesn’t matter how sexy one is being straight, sultry and serious, it is always sexier when a girl can laugh at their own self and undoing’s! I have yet to find a girl who can do that (perhaps that is why I am still yet to be married?)
We were in the shower when our conversation started off on each other’s day. It was a genuine exchange of thought and information. A lot of processing and reprocessing of what she had told me, as I wanted to be sure we were on the same page.
We got on nicely as we progress on to the bed. I had asked her to turn the bedside lamp off, as the light was not in my favour and would prefer the setting to be a bit tranquil. It was a warm day too, so we were not too overly excited about being passionate. You could say the temperature dictated our mood that night in the front bedroom. Did I mention too, you could hear the merry making from the pub across the road?
She began the routine of catbath, licking down my back and towards my perineum and anus. Her tonguing skill was as fluent as her french. It was light, and the sensation was nice. I left her to do what she had set out to do. I turned over for a very enthusiastic bbbj. Very sloppy and well lubricated with her saliva. It was done well. Nothing stood out from memory apart from her very wet mouth and lips around the member and jewels. This lasted for a good 15 or so minutes until I decided to be a little proactive.
I returned the favour by slowly working my mouth, lips and tongue starting from her neck down to her clean shaven slit. Gently resting my head where only my tongue was moving, not wanting to sweat or ‘use’ too much of my physical energy. I worked her comfortably, having a thumb around her anus and then the index in her vagina.
She didn’t protest too much, but pulled my hand away when the thumb inserted further in. Her slight whimpering and crying was my cue to proceed further. I take it that she is enjoying herself. I was turned on a slight and was ready to mount.
I made my way up to see a shy smile and proceeded to kiss. She took my advances with such gusto that I had to pull my tongue out of her mouth to breathe. I calmed her by slowing my kisses around her lips and mouth. Her varied tongue probing was vicious and unrelenting. I used my tongue to tame hers, as it was wild and in need of soothing.
In I went in missionary, and was extremely aroused by her sounds that I thrust deeper and harder. The walls were not loose, not tight. It felt just right. I didn’t last too long in heat, as I felt a bead of sweat rolling down my shoulder. I succumbed to her miniscule moans and completed at the half hour mark.
We lay side by side, exchanged a few pleasantries and compliments of one another’s performance. We continued to kiss, this time at a pace that she was now accustomed to. Finally, a breakthrough in being on that same ‘wave length’.
The second round was a little more passionate and intense. With her on top on all fours, her posterior placed over my face. I began probing through that glorious hole and other.
She devoured the member and vacuumed gradually then furiously as retaliation to my attempts on hers. It was getting hot and the pace was frenetic. I started breathing heavier. The sensations around my shaft and head were numb and beyond sensitivity. I had to stop and gasp for air as she continued. My hips began to buck and penetrate her mouth from the underside. It was now beyond my control, as I grabbed her buttocks with all my might.
I could not concentrate any further and I could not continue to eat her out! She has now rendered me useless, pinned under her. My legs began to shake, as the motion of penetration was faster in her mouth. I was now more vocal than her and needed her to stop before I accidentally clamp her head or knee her.
I bent my knees, motioning to pull away. She pulls her head away like a hungry demon and casts a look my way. I looked at my throbbing, red penis covered in all her saliva and asked her to position again on all fours.
Standing on the edge of the bed, I pulled her from behind towards me, I inserted quickly. My hips continued the earlier momentum whilst penetrating her deeply. The slapping sounds of flesh filled the room, when my thighs made contact against her buttocks. She wailed even louder while I gripped her buttocks like I was about to tear her flesh. I looked to the side of the mirror as I furiously pound the fuck out of this girl. It hurt like hell, but it was worth the pain. I alternate hands on her shoulders, squeezing harder as she kept wailing. The end came at the final thrust of my hips and the last slap of flesh. She lets outs one last wail and I took a long, deep, slow breath before pulling out of her now pulsating hole. I couldn’t remove the condom for a while as it ached, still throbbing after the event.
My mind was spinning; my heart was racing at this point and needed a quick lie down before cleaning up and leaving. We conversed a little more to conclude our session together.
I thanked her for it all, gave her a hug, feeling elated with a very satisfied smile on my face. I wished her well and was escorted back down the stairs and made my way out.
This young girl was very professional, friendly, ‘real’ and consistent. She displayed a very enthusiastic attitude towards her service and performance.
It took the second half of the session before I ‘broke through’ her already faultless routine, in order to be present together. Even if, it was an exchange of nothing more than sex, the balance of my lust for carnal pleasure and mental acknowledgement is mandatory for this experience to exist.
If only I could remember her name…
After reading much hype about this place, I thought I would venture out towards Woolloomooloo and experience this establishment. I popped in without a booking and knew that there’s a chance that it would not be busy. I think it was the footy final weekend that time.
I can’t say that I have had much exposure to Singaporean or Malaysian girls. After reading so much about their services and their commanding prices too, I had to satisfy my curiosity.
I’ve had my run of Korean, Thai, Indonesian, Burmese, Indian, Chinese and HK ladies (working and girlfriends) and now wanted to experience ladies that were closer to ‘home’.
I found the place quite easily, parking just past the intersection. I approached the door, rang and was greeted by a young Asian man in his 20’s or so. I took in the surroundings of the terrace house and was led in to the waiting room.
A variety of girls were shown. I don’t remember their names at all but one tall Korean stunner in a gold dress, a shorter Korean ‘every day’ girl, a tall tanned Thai ‘experienced’ looking lady, a cute Malay/Singaporean Chinese girl in a hot pink dress and an average friendly girl of the same descent.
As the host was introducing their names, I caught the names of Choko, the shorter Korean girl and Hebe, the one in pink. None of the girls made eye contact, as their names were announced in the line-up.
I sense a rather unwilling attitude in making an effort from all. I noticed Hebe looking towards the host as her name was being announced. She motioned her head from left to right, and then again. I took that as a signal that she may not be interested in seeing me.
That was not a problem, but now I have a name to a face after all I have read about.
This made my selection rather easy as the other Chinese girl was on offer. For the life of me, I could not remember her name.
From experience too, I never choose the overly popular ones, or everybody’s favourite that their friends, brothers, cousins, uncles and grandfathers have had their sperm donated to. My instincts prove me right when something is too good to be true; it is always too good to be true.
Having invested in $280 for the hour, I had no expectations of my punt, however I was curious to know what I was about to encounter. From the selection that I had made, and not asking the host for his recommendation, I am pretty certain that I was on the safe side.
By the way, I always seem to trust someone who I can build an instant rapport with. Today was not the case, so had to rely on my own instincts, seeing I have not made a connection with the host or the ladies on offer.
She was a plain, petite, size 8, girl next door type. Shoulder length hair, fair skin, smallish curves. Nothing stood out from her presentation in comparison to the other girls. On closer inspection of her facial features, there were a few blemishes and acne scars present. This might suggest that she may be, if not definitely in her 20’s. Not perfect teeth with a small gap in front, inherent when she smiled, along with dry lips.
Behind closed doors, when her brassiere came off, natural B cups with slightly invert nipples presented itself. Soft, flat posterior held up by awkward ‘teenage’ legs completes this package when the rest of the clothing was shed.
We started to chat. I struggled a bit to understand her English even though I may be very familiar with the accent. However, the ‘psyche’ or thinking I should say, could not be met on my part. There has been a large gap that I have missed since growing up in Sydney. We did converse well intellectually, but the humour was not reciprocal. This was something I had to accept.
I think humour is, as essential as part of everyday life. Especially when there is sex involved. It doesn’t matter how sexy one is being straight, sultry and serious, it is always sexier when a girl can laugh at their own self and undoing’s! I have yet to find a girl who can do that (perhaps that is why I am still yet to be married?)
We were in the shower when our conversation started off on each other’s day. It was a genuine exchange of thought and information. A lot of processing and reprocessing of what she had told me, as I wanted to be sure we were on the same page.
We got on nicely as we progress on to the bed. I had asked her to turn the bedside lamp off, as the light was not in my favour and would prefer the setting to be a bit tranquil. It was a warm day too, so we were not too overly excited about being passionate. You could say the temperature dictated our mood that night in the front bedroom. Did I mention too, you could hear the merry making from the pub across the road?
She began the routine of catbath, licking down my back and towards my perineum and anus. Her tonguing skill was as fluent as her french. It was light, and the sensation was nice. I left her to do what she had set out to do. I turned over for a very enthusiastic bbbj. Very sloppy and well lubricated with her saliva. It was done well. Nothing stood out from memory apart from her very wet mouth and lips around the member and jewels. This lasted for a good 15 or so minutes until I decided to be a little proactive.
I returned the favour by slowly working my mouth, lips and tongue starting from her neck down to her clean shaven slit. Gently resting my head where only my tongue was moving, not wanting to sweat or ‘use’ too much of my physical energy. I worked her comfortably, having a thumb around her anus and then the index in her vagina.
She didn’t protest too much, but pulled my hand away when the thumb inserted further in. Her slight whimpering and crying was my cue to proceed further. I take it that she is enjoying herself. I was turned on a slight and was ready to mount.
I made my way up to see a shy smile and proceeded to kiss. She took my advances with such gusto that I had to pull my tongue out of her mouth to breathe. I calmed her by slowing my kisses around her lips and mouth. Her varied tongue probing was vicious and unrelenting. I used my tongue to tame hers, as it was wild and in need of soothing.
In I went in missionary, and was extremely aroused by her sounds that I thrust deeper and harder. The walls were not loose, not tight. It felt just right. I didn’t last too long in heat, as I felt a bead of sweat rolling down my shoulder. I succumbed to her miniscule moans and completed at the half hour mark.
We lay side by side, exchanged a few pleasantries and compliments of one another’s performance. We continued to kiss, this time at a pace that she was now accustomed to. Finally, a breakthrough in being on that same ‘wave length’.
The second round was a little more passionate and intense. With her on top on all fours, her posterior placed over my face. I began probing through that glorious hole and other.
She devoured the member and vacuumed gradually then furiously as retaliation to my attempts on hers. It was getting hot and the pace was frenetic. I started breathing heavier. The sensations around my shaft and head were numb and beyond sensitivity. I had to stop and gasp for air as she continued. My hips began to buck and penetrate her mouth from the underside. It was now beyond my control, as I grabbed her buttocks with all my might.
I could not concentrate any further and I could not continue to eat her out! She has now rendered me useless, pinned under her. My legs began to shake, as the motion of penetration was faster in her mouth. I was now more vocal than her and needed her to stop before I accidentally clamp her head or knee her.
I bent my knees, motioning to pull away. She pulls her head away like a hungry demon and casts a look my way. I looked at my throbbing, red penis covered in all her saliva and asked her to position again on all fours.
Standing on the edge of the bed, I pulled her from behind towards me, I inserted quickly. My hips continued the earlier momentum whilst penetrating her deeply. The slapping sounds of flesh filled the room, when my thighs made contact against her buttocks. She wailed even louder while I gripped her buttocks like I was about to tear her flesh. I looked to the side of the mirror as I furiously pound the fuck out of this girl. It hurt like hell, but it was worth the pain. I alternate hands on her shoulders, squeezing harder as she kept wailing. The end came at the final thrust of my hips and the last slap of flesh. She lets outs one last wail and I took a long, deep, slow breath before pulling out of her now pulsating hole. I couldn’t remove the condom for a while as it ached, still throbbing after the event.
My mind was spinning; my heart was racing at this point and needed a quick lie down before cleaning up and leaving. We conversed a little more to conclude our session together.
I thanked her for it all, gave her a hug, feeling elated with a very satisfied smile on my face. I wished her well and was escorted back down the stairs and made my way out.
This young girl was very professional, friendly, ‘real’ and consistent. She displayed a very enthusiastic attitude towards her service and performance.
It took the second half of the session before I ‘broke through’ her already faultless routine, in order to be present together. Even if, it was an exchange of nothing more than sex, the balance of my lust for carnal pleasure and mental acknowledgement is mandatory for this experience to exist.
If only I could remember her name…