Sextus
28-12-2012, 08:23 PM
Monica is a friendly girl, most often genuinely rather than just professionally.
I liked the photos of her legs in the website photos, so I booked her for an exploratory half hour on that basis. And also on the basis of a bit of marketing hype about her being “personally recommended by another WL.”
I’m sure that could well be true, though I have much preferred my recommendations to come from fellow punters. This for obvious reasons, like, our shared tackle for example. And the fact that dfk might be much more preferred by we guys than, say, the preferences of a WL talking about what she finds good about another WL.
As far as dfk is concerned, I’m afraid that there is no going back for me now. As successive girls have provided it, or not provided it, or withdrawn it, or I have had to work hard to get a little bit of it each time I try, they have stayed on my list to fuck, or been struck off it as appropriate.
You have probably concluded by now that dfk isn’t included with Monica’s services. And you’d be right. She does allow a little bit of light kissing, but even that is likely to be randomly withdrawn with a quick turn of her face away from you if your momentary passion leads you to try it at her pretty face.
I’m not a guy in his twenties who can just shrug off such things, sex has a much more mental aspect to me than it ever did back then. I am just over 50, and all the guys out there around my age reading this will know exactly what I mean, about the mental aspect, about the mood created.
So I gave up early, even on light kissing, because each time I did it, Monica had a tissue handy to wipe me off her face. (Better, Monica, much better, not to allow any kissing at all rather than do that to someone.)
I was a little disappointed too that she only offers cbj, and a pretty brief one at that, with little applied technique. Perfunctory ball licking too. But it was nice to run her sexy long black hair over my tummy while she cbj’d me.
As soon as she finished the two and a half minute cbj she reached for the lube bottle, but I said no, I wanted to dine at her Y. It tasted very nice I admit that, but it was completely surrounded by hair, the top and the sides of it, so the constant tickly feeling on my nose and lips and the unaesthetic sight was offputting to me. Nevertheless, she tasted great.
I didn’t want her to use lube. I was down there to enjoy myself and to make her wet this way. Her moaning interest in my daty however was a professional one only. To many a younger guy, it would probably be convincing.
In any case, within two minutes she twice reached for me to stop, and so finally I gave up on it. The lube bottle I was trying to avoid was swiftly deployed and I entered her in mish.
Here she was encouraging me to fuck her hard, which I was quite happy to do, confident that it wouldn’t make me come early. But when I slowed down or pulled out to rest, or to tease the outside of her pussy with it, she would become impatient, and grab for it to put it back in. She no doubt felt it would be delaying my coming. For a younger man, yes Monica, this is likely to be true. But for we older guys, things are not that simplistic. Teasing things like this, playing around, slowing down, taking it out, looming over you with it, pushing your balls into it, looking at pussy with the enjoyment of delayed intent, all these things and more, actually increase the desire and passion in an older man. The more our mental enjoyment the better our sexual experience, the closer that makes us to coming.
After the first session of hard fucking, which I was genuinely enjoying because her cries during it were a very nice ravisher’s turn on (you see Monica – that is a mental aspect, more than just my cock rubbing inside your pussy) I got her on top so I could rest. I do tend to get sweaty easily, I feel heat very quickly, although I am pretty much a lean and fat free guy.
Monica’s Asian slapping cowgirl was excellent too, for the period it lasted anyway, but she too, it seems, wanted to preserve her strength, so barely two minutes later she got off and lay down again.
So I was back in mish, and happy to pound away hard for up to 15 strokes, rest for ten seconds with light stroking and then some more hard pounding. But I can’t keep that up unless I am making a deliberate effort to come and I just wasn’t ready for that yet.
But when Monica sensed that it therefore might take me longer to come, she started to indicate the clock, even though only 40% of our time had elapsed!
A fucking clock watcher. I haven’t encountered one of them since I’ve been on the forum. I used to before I could read these reviews though.
Resolved: if I ever see a new girl again, before the session starts I am going to point at the clock and get us both to agree, before we start, on when the end time is.
Because if there is one thing I hate, it is trying to debate the clinical fucking time, like Archimedes with a sundial, while you are supposed to be in the throws of passionate sex.
When it gets to this point in a session I decide it is better for me to just come rather than delay it. So off came the dom, and I loomed between her legs and got her to jack me off for a while. Her technique was a little soft, but I was happy with that, because I knew I could take over any time.
Which I did do a couple of minutes later. I was trying to put my balls on her warm pussy, but she’d put her hand under them, and that felt very good too, so I went with that. As I admired her very nice late twenties body, perky tits and her lovely white soft belly and belly button, my orgasm slowly built.
Unlike normally, I didn’t say I was about to come so that it would be a complete surprise to her. It was a very good strong orgasm, with what seemed to be more strong spurts of wads than I usually do. One made it into her hair!
Unfortunately Monica ruined the effect by immediately grabbing tissues for it to land on after my first wad. I didn’t want to land on fucking kleenex, I wanted it to land on her soft, white sexy body! But mostly what I saw it landing on was fucking kleenex! I pointed my dick to the side for my last one so that my come at last scored a bit of her skin.
In any case I only had a micro second to enjoy that, as Monica wiped it all off shrieking and rushed into the shower. All within five seconds.
I was left there on the bed, admittedly feeling pretty good because I’d just come, but also feeling pretty deprived with a dishevelled bed as my only company, and the splashing sound of the shower as my post-orgasmic soundtrack.
I then showered, dressed, left.
How come when Ilovefs tries a brand new girl, he scores the likes of Niko or FENNY! But when I try a new, unreviewed girl, I get a Monica.
But I forgot. She was already reviewed - by some anonymous unnamed third party WL. Monica may well be a legend amongst other WL’s, or at least hopefully a minority of them. Monica’s service is brief, perfunctory and professional. (And not that of the sexually involved and involving hotties like Eva, Cici and Yoyo.) Sometimes Monica was also a little humiliating in wiping her mouth of you with a tissue each time you had so much as dryly kissed her. None of this was helped by her fascination for the clock either.
Horny studs in their early twenties will likely have no problem or issues..
I remember what that was like. And thank Christ I am no longer one of them.
The two mish sessions certainly had their highlights. And there is a saying about even the worst fuck being better than …sorry can’t remember the rest of it.
But this was far from the worst fuck, I hasten to add, as some of Monica’s professionalism was actually rather good. She liked to talk for example, talking about my nice hard cock and her pussy. I liked that, and I responded to it. The best parts were the two hard fucking mish sessions. The orgasm would have been much better without the bed sheet of tissues, and her rushing off within five seconds to the shower to wash it off. I haven’t felt so much like “that is another job over” in a long, long time. And it will be a long time before I have to experience it again - I hope anyway.
I liked the photos of her legs in the website photos, so I booked her for an exploratory half hour on that basis. And also on the basis of a bit of marketing hype about her being “personally recommended by another WL.”
I’m sure that could well be true, though I have much preferred my recommendations to come from fellow punters. This for obvious reasons, like, our shared tackle for example. And the fact that dfk might be much more preferred by we guys than, say, the preferences of a WL talking about what she finds good about another WL.
As far as dfk is concerned, I’m afraid that there is no going back for me now. As successive girls have provided it, or not provided it, or withdrawn it, or I have had to work hard to get a little bit of it each time I try, they have stayed on my list to fuck, or been struck off it as appropriate.
You have probably concluded by now that dfk isn’t included with Monica’s services. And you’d be right. She does allow a little bit of light kissing, but even that is likely to be randomly withdrawn with a quick turn of her face away from you if your momentary passion leads you to try it at her pretty face.
I’m not a guy in his twenties who can just shrug off such things, sex has a much more mental aspect to me than it ever did back then. I am just over 50, and all the guys out there around my age reading this will know exactly what I mean, about the mental aspect, about the mood created.
So I gave up early, even on light kissing, because each time I did it, Monica had a tissue handy to wipe me off her face. (Better, Monica, much better, not to allow any kissing at all rather than do that to someone.)
I was a little disappointed too that she only offers cbj, and a pretty brief one at that, with little applied technique. Perfunctory ball licking too. But it was nice to run her sexy long black hair over my tummy while she cbj’d me.
As soon as she finished the two and a half minute cbj she reached for the lube bottle, but I said no, I wanted to dine at her Y. It tasted very nice I admit that, but it was completely surrounded by hair, the top and the sides of it, so the constant tickly feeling on my nose and lips and the unaesthetic sight was offputting to me. Nevertheless, she tasted great.
I didn’t want her to use lube. I was down there to enjoy myself and to make her wet this way. Her moaning interest in my daty however was a professional one only. To many a younger guy, it would probably be convincing.
In any case, within two minutes she twice reached for me to stop, and so finally I gave up on it. The lube bottle I was trying to avoid was swiftly deployed and I entered her in mish.
Here she was encouraging me to fuck her hard, which I was quite happy to do, confident that it wouldn’t make me come early. But when I slowed down or pulled out to rest, or to tease the outside of her pussy with it, she would become impatient, and grab for it to put it back in. She no doubt felt it would be delaying my coming. For a younger man, yes Monica, this is likely to be true. But for we older guys, things are not that simplistic. Teasing things like this, playing around, slowing down, taking it out, looming over you with it, pushing your balls into it, looking at pussy with the enjoyment of delayed intent, all these things and more, actually increase the desire and passion in an older man. The more our mental enjoyment the better our sexual experience, the closer that makes us to coming.
After the first session of hard fucking, which I was genuinely enjoying because her cries during it were a very nice ravisher’s turn on (you see Monica – that is a mental aspect, more than just my cock rubbing inside your pussy) I got her on top so I could rest. I do tend to get sweaty easily, I feel heat very quickly, although I am pretty much a lean and fat free guy.
Monica’s Asian slapping cowgirl was excellent too, for the period it lasted anyway, but she too, it seems, wanted to preserve her strength, so barely two minutes later she got off and lay down again.
So I was back in mish, and happy to pound away hard for up to 15 strokes, rest for ten seconds with light stroking and then some more hard pounding. But I can’t keep that up unless I am making a deliberate effort to come and I just wasn’t ready for that yet.
But when Monica sensed that it therefore might take me longer to come, she started to indicate the clock, even though only 40% of our time had elapsed!
A fucking clock watcher. I haven’t encountered one of them since I’ve been on the forum. I used to before I could read these reviews though.
Resolved: if I ever see a new girl again, before the session starts I am going to point at the clock and get us both to agree, before we start, on when the end time is.
Because if there is one thing I hate, it is trying to debate the clinical fucking time, like Archimedes with a sundial, while you are supposed to be in the throws of passionate sex.
When it gets to this point in a session I decide it is better for me to just come rather than delay it. So off came the dom, and I loomed between her legs and got her to jack me off for a while. Her technique was a little soft, but I was happy with that, because I knew I could take over any time.
Which I did do a couple of minutes later. I was trying to put my balls on her warm pussy, but she’d put her hand under them, and that felt very good too, so I went with that. As I admired her very nice late twenties body, perky tits and her lovely white soft belly and belly button, my orgasm slowly built.
Unlike normally, I didn’t say I was about to come so that it would be a complete surprise to her. It was a very good strong orgasm, with what seemed to be more strong spurts of wads than I usually do. One made it into her hair!
Unfortunately Monica ruined the effect by immediately grabbing tissues for it to land on after my first wad. I didn’t want to land on fucking kleenex, I wanted it to land on her soft, white sexy body! But mostly what I saw it landing on was fucking kleenex! I pointed my dick to the side for my last one so that my come at last scored a bit of her skin.
In any case I only had a micro second to enjoy that, as Monica wiped it all off shrieking and rushed into the shower. All within five seconds.
I was left there on the bed, admittedly feeling pretty good because I’d just come, but also feeling pretty deprived with a dishevelled bed as my only company, and the splashing sound of the shower as my post-orgasmic soundtrack.
I then showered, dressed, left.
How come when Ilovefs tries a brand new girl, he scores the likes of Niko or FENNY! But when I try a new, unreviewed girl, I get a Monica.
But I forgot. She was already reviewed - by some anonymous unnamed third party WL. Monica may well be a legend amongst other WL’s, or at least hopefully a minority of them. Monica’s service is brief, perfunctory and professional. (And not that of the sexually involved and involving hotties like Eva, Cici and Yoyo.) Sometimes Monica was also a little humiliating in wiping her mouth of you with a tissue each time you had so much as dryly kissed her. None of this was helped by her fascination for the clock either.
Horny studs in their early twenties will likely have no problem or issues..
I remember what that was like. And thank Christ I am no longer one of them.
The two mish sessions certainly had their highlights. And there is a saying about even the worst fuck being better than …sorry can’t remember the rest of it.
But this was far from the worst fuck, I hasten to add, as some of Monica’s professionalism was actually rather good. She liked to talk for example, talking about my nice hard cock and her pussy. I liked that, and I responded to it. The best parts were the two hard fucking mish sessions. The orgasm would have been much better without the bed sheet of tissues, and her rushing off within five seconds to the shower to wash it off. I haven’t felt so much like “that is another job over” in a long, long time. And it will be a long time before I have to experience it again - I hope anyway.