altgourami
25-09-2012, 12:00 PM
Was in the far reaches of Sydney on business so I dropped into this private house.
I'd only been here once before to see Linda but the weird set-up, friendly reception and down to earth girls stuck in my mind.
Saw Julie for 60 minutes. I won't spend too much time describing Julie. Mum, late twenties, works in restaurants, trying this business on the side to make more cash. Slim, delightful (if unresponsive) titties. Tight pussy. Good massage.
Julie was scared shitless when we first started. She claims to have never worked before and it was her first day. I was customer #3. She had no idea of service. DATY. No. DFK. No. BJ. No. I put her at ease and started my chat. It was only when I asked for a massage and played up the enjoyment that she relaxed. I was honest in the room, as always, about myself and my story. She was honest with me in return. Cute girl. In need of BF. She can cook. :-)
Anway, after 15 minutes massage I asked that she lay down and suggested I show her the ropes. Now, I am not normally so active in the room. I am a slow, lazy lover and, quite frankly, prefer massage, but this girl needed some pointers. Without asking I went down on her and, as most girls do who are not accustomed to a man being so nice to them, she enjoyed. And enjoyed. And enjoyed. I said that I was there for her. She went crazy. DFK. Damn good fuck. No BJ attempted once she was turned on.
Go easy on this girl. Try her. Delight her. Love her. No PSE, more GFE (with all the downsides that that implies). But an honest, inexperienced Thai WL.
Nice. $150/60 minutes. Granville. Private house. Call before you turn up. Different OG (ordinary girls) every day except for Mimi (who knows the ropes).
A note on decor. It's like being in the bedroom of your Aunties house in the Australia of the 1970s. EELS ARE GROUSE sticker on the faux wood veneer dressing table of the room I was in. My rating for this blow back from the 1970s: GROUSE.
I'd only been here once before to see Linda but the weird set-up, friendly reception and down to earth girls stuck in my mind.
Saw Julie for 60 minutes. I won't spend too much time describing Julie. Mum, late twenties, works in restaurants, trying this business on the side to make more cash. Slim, delightful (if unresponsive) titties. Tight pussy. Good massage.
Julie was scared shitless when we first started. She claims to have never worked before and it was her first day. I was customer #3. She had no idea of service. DATY. No. DFK. No. BJ. No. I put her at ease and started my chat. It was only when I asked for a massage and played up the enjoyment that she relaxed. I was honest in the room, as always, about myself and my story. She was honest with me in return. Cute girl. In need of BF. She can cook. :-)
Anway, after 15 minutes massage I asked that she lay down and suggested I show her the ropes. Now, I am not normally so active in the room. I am a slow, lazy lover and, quite frankly, prefer massage, but this girl needed some pointers. Without asking I went down on her and, as most girls do who are not accustomed to a man being so nice to them, she enjoyed. And enjoyed. And enjoyed. I said that I was there for her. She went crazy. DFK. Damn good fuck. No BJ attempted once she was turned on.
Go easy on this girl. Try her. Delight her. Love her. No PSE, more GFE (with all the downsides that that implies). But an honest, inexperienced Thai WL.
Nice. $150/60 minutes. Granville. Private house. Call before you turn up. Different OG (ordinary girls) every day except for Mimi (who knows the ropes).
A note on decor. It's like being in the bedroom of your Aunties house in the Australia of the 1970s. EELS ARE GROUSE sticker on the faux wood veneer dressing table of the room I was in. My rating for this blow back from the 1970s: GROUSE.