Mawskode
25-11-2014, 11:14 AM
True story brothers.
When the buzzer went off, we were both genuinely astonished. Neither of us could believe it. We looked at each other, dumbfounded. Her surprised expression mirrored the equally surprised expression on my face...
Warning: Very Long AR
'Too long; didn't read' summary: She's absolutely amazing
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I admit that I am not a seasoned punter. My first punt was only in July this year.
I've had my share of clinical/starfish experiences - a girl at Croydon who changed my dom thrice in ten minutes, another from Top ONE27 who avoided my lips like the plague, and another who, well, I paid $150 to be her shrink for an hour. I've also been blessed with more than my share of wonderful experiences too.
I am not a seasoned punter. But I've truly come to appreciate the idiosyncratic nature of sex. Each girl has given me something that has made me realise and cherish the beautiful act that brings two together to become one (and often brings two together to make one).
Then, last night, I met Miya.
And like The Dude, who loved his rug because it tied the room together (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezQLP1dj_t8), Miya is the girl who's tied the best of all the girls I've been with together.
The adorable innocence of Annie, the ravishing DFK of Kiki, the enchanting exuberance of Karma, the cheek and playfulness of Chloe. Yes, my friends, Miya is an extraordinary girl. She is my window to the sky (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iy04V45dgrw).
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Seated in the waiting room, I impatiently waited for Wilson to beckon me into Miya's lair. Thoughts swam through my mind. Was my bro rooter getting my hopes up too much with his review (http://forum.aus99.com/showthread.php?46059-MIYA-young-sweet-BEAUTIFUL-sexy-clever-horny-cheeky-the-PERFECT-girl-!)? Was it worth it dragging my lazy arse on a wet Monday night after a tiring day at work, and part with so much of my hard-earned to see this girl?
I won't lie, as I sat there waiting, in a moment of sheer madness I did consider bolting for the exit. Wilson finally relieved me of my descent into stupidity. "She's ready for you," he said. With the enthusiasm and lack of grace of a newborn colt, I darted for Room 8. As is my pseudo-gentlemanly custom, I knocked, paused for a moment, and entered.
As I opened the door, my jaw dropped to the floor in awe when I saw her standing there (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oroSpLjkCvo), captivating me with the most elegant smile that you'd think was designed by a triumvirate of Michelangelo, da Vinci and Picasso, paired with a figure that is the envy of Aphrodite.
With the eagerness of a schoolboy at Christmas, I made a beeline straight for her. Hands embraced, bodies embraced, lips embraced. A welcome through the gates of the Kingdom of the Gods. I relieved Cinderella of her shoes, scooped her up and placed her on my lap by the side of the bed. Lips gave way to tongues dancing with one another, then gradually exploring the folds and contours of each other. My word, her lips are smooth like a shot of Johnnie Walker Double Black. Irresistible. A note on her English - nearly no accent at all. It's virtually impeccable.
I asked her if she felt she was a bit hot under those clothes. Adorably nodding her agreement, I then slowly disrobed her, eventually revealing her divine bust and hourglass figure. At least, that's what I saw in my peripheral vision in the brief moment when our lips weren't locked with one another's.
Off came my clothes, and there I was, having already duly risen, to salute her. Charmingly, she acknowledged it with a tender caress. Giddy like a tween, I took her for what was supposed to be a quick shower. Between the entrancing DFK and unobstructed access to her exquisite body, the shower was anything but quick. Ginza can expect a significant hot water bill. Sorry Wilson.
Shower, tick. Gentle mutual towel drying, tick. Erotic mouthwash foreplay, tick. Mission control, time for blast-off.
Like rooter before me, by then, I was madly in love. Accordingly, I lovingly lowered her onto the bed and we followed the trail on each other until we found each other's instruments of love. When I discovered her, she was as wet as a torrential downpour. Even late in the evening this girl was quite aroused. Needing no invitation, down I plunged, engorging and feasting myself on her juices. She wriggled and writhed as I gradually brought her to climax.
"Now it's my turn," she demanded. I'm not turned on by oral, so I deviously tried some classic misdirection by planting more kisses on her succulent lips. She was my equal. Mischievously, she rearranged us so I was underneath her, and down she went on me. Her tongue drew intricate patterns, before gradually enveloping my shaft. Deep. And I'm reasonably well-equipped. It felt really good. I've never come from a BBBJ, but for a supposed newbie, she brought me pretty damn close. If it wasn't for my selfish desire to kiss her again, she would've been the girl to do it. She will get me inevitably.
I told her that we were going to need a condom for the next part. Playfully bitter about not finishing me orally, she pouted while domming me up. It was so endearing. This girl is driven to make you feel like a king. She eased herself onto me, sending us both into the Promised Land. The view of her gorgeous face and breasts from below left me in a trance. With a wicked a smile she knew it too. She picked up the pace, and I went with her. Our moaning filled the room. I sat up and we found ourselves in the lotus. We both quickened the pace. It was ferocious, yet still rhythmically in sync with each other.
And my friends, it was then when the buzzer went off. In disbelief, we both halted mid thrust and just looked silently at one another. She broke the silence with the very question that is the title of this AR.
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I genuinely thought about just walking away - I didn't want to cheapen what we had in that hour and finish mechanically. But she really wanted me to finish. Two minutes in missionary did the trick. I banned her from following me into the shower out of self-preservation. Had she have come with me, Wilson would have had to physically throw me out.
Mindful of not upsetting Wilson, numerous quick pecks as we dressed were all we could afford one another. And as I was going out the door, I pulled back for one last DFK. And just like that, it was over.
Thank you Miya, you pearl.
When the buzzer went off, we were both genuinely astonished. Neither of us could believe it. We looked at each other, dumbfounded. Her surprised expression mirrored the equally surprised expression on my face...
Warning: Very Long AR
'Too long; didn't read' summary: She's absolutely amazing
------------------------------
I admit that I am not a seasoned punter. My first punt was only in July this year.
I've had my share of clinical/starfish experiences - a girl at Croydon who changed my dom thrice in ten minutes, another from Top ONE27 who avoided my lips like the plague, and another who, well, I paid $150 to be her shrink for an hour. I've also been blessed with more than my share of wonderful experiences too.
I am not a seasoned punter. But I've truly come to appreciate the idiosyncratic nature of sex. Each girl has given me something that has made me realise and cherish the beautiful act that brings two together to become one (and often brings two together to make one).
Then, last night, I met Miya.
And like The Dude, who loved his rug because it tied the room together (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezQLP1dj_t8), Miya is the girl who's tied the best of all the girls I've been with together.
The adorable innocence of Annie, the ravishing DFK of Kiki, the enchanting exuberance of Karma, the cheek and playfulness of Chloe. Yes, my friends, Miya is an extraordinary girl. She is my window to the sky (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iy04V45dgrw).
------------------------------
Seated in the waiting room, I impatiently waited for Wilson to beckon me into Miya's lair. Thoughts swam through my mind. Was my bro rooter getting my hopes up too much with his review (http://forum.aus99.com/showthread.php?46059-MIYA-young-sweet-BEAUTIFUL-sexy-clever-horny-cheeky-the-PERFECT-girl-!)? Was it worth it dragging my lazy arse on a wet Monday night after a tiring day at work, and part with so much of my hard-earned to see this girl?
I won't lie, as I sat there waiting, in a moment of sheer madness I did consider bolting for the exit. Wilson finally relieved me of my descent into stupidity. "She's ready for you," he said. With the enthusiasm and lack of grace of a newborn colt, I darted for Room 8. As is my pseudo-gentlemanly custom, I knocked, paused for a moment, and entered.
As I opened the door, my jaw dropped to the floor in awe when I saw her standing there (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oroSpLjkCvo), captivating me with the most elegant smile that you'd think was designed by a triumvirate of Michelangelo, da Vinci and Picasso, paired with a figure that is the envy of Aphrodite.
With the eagerness of a schoolboy at Christmas, I made a beeline straight for her. Hands embraced, bodies embraced, lips embraced. A welcome through the gates of the Kingdom of the Gods. I relieved Cinderella of her shoes, scooped her up and placed her on my lap by the side of the bed. Lips gave way to tongues dancing with one another, then gradually exploring the folds and contours of each other. My word, her lips are smooth like a shot of Johnnie Walker Double Black. Irresistible. A note on her English - nearly no accent at all. It's virtually impeccable.
I asked her if she felt she was a bit hot under those clothes. Adorably nodding her agreement, I then slowly disrobed her, eventually revealing her divine bust and hourglass figure. At least, that's what I saw in my peripheral vision in the brief moment when our lips weren't locked with one another's.
Off came my clothes, and there I was, having already duly risen, to salute her. Charmingly, she acknowledged it with a tender caress. Giddy like a tween, I took her for what was supposed to be a quick shower. Between the entrancing DFK and unobstructed access to her exquisite body, the shower was anything but quick. Ginza can expect a significant hot water bill. Sorry Wilson.
Shower, tick. Gentle mutual towel drying, tick. Erotic mouthwash foreplay, tick. Mission control, time for blast-off.
Like rooter before me, by then, I was madly in love. Accordingly, I lovingly lowered her onto the bed and we followed the trail on each other until we found each other's instruments of love. When I discovered her, she was as wet as a torrential downpour. Even late in the evening this girl was quite aroused. Needing no invitation, down I plunged, engorging and feasting myself on her juices. She wriggled and writhed as I gradually brought her to climax.
"Now it's my turn," she demanded. I'm not turned on by oral, so I deviously tried some classic misdirection by planting more kisses on her succulent lips. She was my equal. Mischievously, she rearranged us so I was underneath her, and down she went on me. Her tongue drew intricate patterns, before gradually enveloping my shaft. Deep. And I'm reasonably well-equipped. It felt really good. I've never come from a BBBJ, but for a supposed newbie, she brought me pretty damn close. If it wasn't for my selfish desire to kiss her again, she would've been the girl to do it. She will get me inevitably.
I told her that we were going to need a condom for the next part. Playfully bitter about not finishing me orally, she pouted while domming me up. It was so endearing. This girl is driven to make you feel like a king. She eased herself onto me, sending us both into the Promised Land. The view of her gorgeous face and breasts from below left me in a trance. With a wicked a smile she knew it too. She picked up the pace, and I went with her. Our moaning filled the room. I sat up and we found ourselves in the lotus. We both quickened the pace. It was ferocious, yet still rhythmically in sync with each other.
And my friends, it was then when the buzzer went off. In disbelief, we both halted mid thrust and just looked silently at one another. She broke the silence with the very question that is the title of this AR.
------------------------------
I genuinely thought about just walking away - I didn't want to cheapen what we had in that hour and finish mechanically. But she really wanted me to finish. Two minutes in missionary did the trick. I banned her from following me into the shower out of self-preservation. Had she have come with me, Wilson would have had to physically throw me out.
Mindful of not upsetting Wilson, numerous quick pecks as we dressed were all we could afford one another. And as I was going out the door, I pulled back for one last DFK. And just like that, it was over.
Thank you Miya, you pearl.