asiafever
21-02-2015, 10:30 PM
Well it has been a while since I've posted a Sydney based FS review. Frankly since returning from Korea I've just been too busy. AT the end of 2014 the ol fever had some hard times with health, had to sell my business and re-evaluate the path so to speak. Combine that with a rekindled relationship with a Japanese girl that has come to it's inevitable conclusion, and it's fair to say the start of 2015 wasn't the brightest. On the plus side this has led to far greater time spent with the little princess, which is never a bad thing.
This evening I had to drop a friend off in Strathfield after dinner. The sight of all those young Korean girls turned me in to a rabid Rottweiler in a butchers shop full of babies, I just didn't know where to look or what to eat. I turned on the radio as I prepared to drive home and 2MMM decided to play "One". No not the god-awful U2 dirge, but rather the thrash metal masterpiece by Metallica. I turned the volume up to 45 and banged my head like my neck was made of rubber. James Hetfield screamed at me about darkness imprisoning him and I screamed along for all it was worth. Then it occurred to me, last time I heard that song on radio I was on my way to Roger's at 45 George. Interesting.
Down the M4 I shot, why oh why do so many people in this state not realise that it is illegal to drive in the right hand lane without overtaking when the speed limit is 80 or above? Move left for fuck's sake! There's a man with a need, and no it ain't just for speed!
Drive through the back streets of Granville and, what's this? A hot looking girl on a corner in Gosford shorts (Gosford, because you're almost at The Entrance) and a singlet looking HOT. Hmmmm. Arrive at Roger's, park and walk in.
Roger and I have a brief chat, I do feel bad that it has been so long since my last visit. Roger has always been good to me and the shop has almost never served me a lemon. I make mental note to allow more time for myself and to come back for an hour soon. Roger sends in the line-up. Holy fuck nights are different from days! Angela, Barbie, Love, Rita, I can't remember half of them. I was tossing up between emptying my bank account and hiring ALL of them for like 48 hours (which would probably have killed me by hour 6, but oh what a happy death), or a quick session with either Angela or Jessie. I chose Angela, and Roger reassured me that would be his choice too.
Angela is pretty, no doubt. Typical Korean beauty, tallish, slim, Raven hair, nice figure. We walk to the room and exchange chit-chat. Shower, dry, bed, chat, catbath and you know how it goes from there. 3 different positions and a grandstand finish, it was just what the doctor ordered without being earth-shattering. With all the tidying up done, Angela lay with me and we chatted. With the tension gone we talked about a number of things, had a few laughs, and left me cursing that I could not spend longer as I am sure a second round would have been a lot more intense with the connection that was made. We laughed, showered, laughed, hugged, laughed more and said our goodbyes.
Would I return for Angela?
Yes, she's worth it.
As I drove home I switched the radio off. No music needed for this trip, just some reflection. Angela reminded me of the infamous Cherry from my "Winnie" review a couple of years ago. Tall, pretty, elegant, sense of humour and that hint of sass that ensures things will never be boring. Maybe I need to give Cherry a call and see how she's doing?
Beautiful Korean girls, there's no better drug, and I am hopelessly addicted.
This evening I had to drop a friend off in Strathfield after dinner. The sight of all those young Korean girls turned me in to a rabid Rottweiler in a butchers shop full of babies, I just didn't know where to look or what to eat. I turned on the radio as I prepared to drive home and 2MMM decided to play "One". No not the god-awful U2 dirge, but rather the thrash metal masterpiece by Metallica. I turned the volume up to 45 and banged my head like my neck was made of rubber. James Hetfield screamed at me about darkness imprisoning him and I screamed along for all it was worth. Then it occurred to me, last time I heard that song on radio I was on my way to Roger's at 45 George. Interesting.
Down the M4 I shot, why oh why do so many people in this state not realise that it is illegal to drive in the right hand lane without overtaking when the speed limit is 80 or above? Move left for fuck's sake! There's a man with a need, and no it ain't just for speed!
Drive through the back streets of Granville and, what's this? A hot looking girl on a corner in Gosford shorts (Gosford, because you're almost at The Entrance) and a singlet looking HOT. Hmmmm. Arrive at Roger's, park and walk in.
Roger and I have a brief chat, I do feel bad that it has been so long since my last visit. Roger has always been good to me and the shop has almost never served me a lemon. I make mental note to allow more time for myself and to come back for an hour soon. Roger sends in the line-up. Holy fuck nights are different from days! Angela, Barbie, Love, Rita, I can't remember half of them. I was tossing up between emptying my bank account and hiring ALL of them for like 48 hours (which would probably have killed me by hour 6, but oh what a happy death), or a quick session with either Angela or Jessie. I chose Angela, and Roger reassured me that would be his choice too.
Angela is pretty, no doubt. Typical Korean beauty, tallish, slim, Raven hair, nice figure. We walk to the room and exchange chit-chat. Shower, dry, bed, chat, catbath and you know how it goes from there. 3 different positions and a grandstand finish, it was just what the doctor ordered without being earth-shattering. With all the tidying up done, Angela lay with me and we chatted. With the tension gone we talked about a number of things, had a few laughs, and left me cursing that I could not spend longer as I am sure a second round would have been a lot more intense with the connection that was made. We laughed, showered, laughed, hugged, laughed more and said our goodbyes.
Would I return for Angela?
Yes, she's worth it.
As I drove home I switched the radio off. No music needed for this trip, just some reflection. Angela reminded me of the infamous Cherry from my "Winnie" review a couple of years ago. Tall, pretty, elegant, sense of humour and that hint of sass that ensures things will never be boring. Maybe I need to give Cherry a call and see how she's doing?
Beautiful Korean girls, there's no better drug, and I am hopelessly addicted.