grant
31-01-2013, 11:01 PM
28/01/2013
When I go to get my morning coffee I ask for it to be long, black and bitter. I wait silently as it's being made, thank the barista when I receive it and never tip. I don't expect a smile or a conversation, let alone to pay for the privelege, and they understand this. I like the fact that I get exactly what is on the tin and no more or less.
Punting is apparently distinct from purchasing more banal goods and services though, and two punters asking for a 1hr rub down from the same working lady could expect vastly different things. It's difficult to explicitly request certain specifics from a ml (could you smile? Look into my eyes? Look like you're enjoying the fact that you have my erection in your hands?), either out of embarassment, fear of offending the ml or a number of other reasons. This is why these forums exist; so that punters can have a better idea of what they can expect in terms of the minutiae of a session from the few words they need to speak to a ml in order to initiate a punt. We are punters, as the tins we buy have no label, we have no idea what is inside, and rarely is there a customer service rep we can complain to and expect that they will do everything in their power to ensure we are satisfied.
I was thinking these thoughts as Linda was rocking back and forth on all fours up and down my body. Her hands crept as far up as my shoulders and as far down as my lower calves, as she shifted her body weight between her left and right arms in the style of Thai ml's warming your body up prior to a session. Just a few moments earlier she relieved me with her hands, wearing an indifferent face all the while. My requests to slow down were briefly heeded before she reverted to her original pace. I climaxed, prompting a halfhearted "So much" from her. I turned over, and here we are, rocking back and forth.
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I went into the shop after walking around in the rain. I rang the bell, entered and was immediately ushered into one of a few waiting cubicles. I barely got the chance to wipe the rain from my face when three ladies introduced themselves to me. As this was my first time, to this shop, the whole process caught me off guard and I didn't get too good a look at them. First was Linda: slim, pretty face, wearing a see-through garment which betrayed the red two-piece she had on underneath. A nod and a slight smirk of acknowledgement was offered from the corner of her mouth as she shook my hand and turned to leave. Following her was Kara (possibly Cara) who had a round face and a childlike smile. Next was Penny, whose braces caught my eye as she smiled widely. The mamasan then appeared asking if I'd been there before and asked which girl I'd like the company of. Taken aback by the foreign routine, my kneejerk reaction was to go for Linda as she was the most attractive among the three.
Idle chit chat ensues as she preps the room and shows me the shower. I picked up a slight lisp in her speech which sounded as if she was speaking with lockjaw. Try speaking broken English with your teeth together and a not too strong asian accent and you've got Linda. I found this endearing.
She said that she would start of with a dry massage and proceeded with the side to side rocking described above. A large part of my limited punting experience has been been gained at Thai shops and I have come to expect this as a standard start to the session. It proceeds with Linda oiling up my lower leg, with both hands running up and down sensually. Her mild pace is fixed, and builds my anticipation. She moves to my upper leg with similar strokes, but separates her hands at the peak of her upward stroke to tease my inner thigh. I start getting unsettled every time her stroke peaks. She moved to the side of the table to caress my buttocks and inner thighs while lightly running her fingers across my back. This really gets to me as I squirm in agony; my body responded as if insects were crawling over my back. I writhed in pleasure and pain, utterly at her mercy.
Once I turned, I was able to fully appreciate her body. She has an attractive slim build, with her arse barely distinct from her thighs and her lower back; her breasts barely made a handful with her nipples perked as if requesting my attention. She still wore the indfferent face I'd noticed earlier. She seemed guarded, as if the world had weathered her away her. I began to appreciate her face more and more as she began to relieve me of the frustration she'd built up in me. This unfortunately was bland and monotonous.
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So here I am, once again on my back, Linda once again rocking back and forth as if to warm me up for a main event that was already over. It was her face that struck me the most, both during the session and afterwards. It's a face that piques interest and demands further inquiry, but unfortunately, it betrays the distaste and lack of enthusiasm for her trade that I experienced first hand. Unlike buying a coffee, or conducting business at a bank, I, like all of you, want to know a little more about my tin before I buy it; I want to punt with a little inside knowledge. I want the ease and convenience of paying someone to appreciate my existence by gratifying my sexual desires and to seem like they enjoy doing it. David Mitchell once said that he appreciates servicepeople wearing sullen faces, as it reflects a candidness about the fact that, at best, they would rather be doing something else and at worst, they hate the work that they do. This is respectable, but this is not what I am looking for when I punt, and Linda will not be receiving a repeat visit as a consequence.
When I go to get my morning coffee I ask for it to be long, black and bitter. I wait silently as it's being made, thank the barista when I receive it and never tip. I don't expect a smile or a conversation, let alone to pay for the privelege, and they understand this. I like the fact that I get exactly what is on the tin and no more or less.
Punting is apparently distinct from purchasing more banal goods and services though, and two punters asking for a 1hr rub down from the same working lady could expect vastly different things. It's difficult to explicitly request certain specifics from a ml (could you smile? Look into my eyes? Look like you're enjoying the fact that you have my erection in your hands?), either out of embarassment, fear of offending the ml or a number of other reasons. This is why these forums exist; so that punters can have a better idea of what they can expect in terms of the minutiae of a session from the few words they need to speak to a ml in order to initiate a punt. We are punters, as the tins we buy have no label, we have no idea what is inside, and rarely is there a customer service rep we can complain to and expect that they will do everything in their power to ensure we are satisfied.
I was thinking these thoughts as Linda was rocking back and forth on all fours up and down my body. Her hands crept as far up as my shoulders and as far down as my lower calves, as she shifted her body weight between her left and right arms in the style of Thai ml's warming your body up prior to a session. Just a few moments earlier she relieved me with her hands, wearing an indifferent face all the while. My requests to slow down were briefly heeded before she reverted to her original pace. I climaxed, prompting a halfhearted "So much" from her. I turned over, and here we are, rocking back and forth.
-----
I went into the shop after walking around in the rain. I rang the bell, entered and was immediately ushered into one of a few waiting cubicles. I barely got the chance to wipe the rain from my face when three ladies introduced themselves to me. As this was my first time, to this shop, the whole process caught me off guard and I didn't get too good a look at them. First was Linda: slim, pretty face, wearing a see-through garment which betrayed the red two-piece she had on underneath. A nod and a slight smirk of acknowledgement was offered from the corner of her mouth as she shook my hand and turned to leave. Following her was Kara (possibly Cara) who had a round face and a childlike smile. Next was Penny, whose braces caught my eye as she smiled widely. The mamasan then appeared asking if I'd been there before and asked which girl I'd like the company of. Taken aback by the foreign routine, my kneejerk reaction was to go for Linda as she was the most attractive among the three.
Idle chit chat ensues as she preps the room and shows me the shower. I picked up a slight lisp in her speech which sounded as if she was speaking with lockjaw. Try speaking broken English with your teeth together and a not too strong asian accent and you've got Linda. I found this endearing.
She said that she would start of with a dry massage and proceeded with the side to side rocking described above. A large part of my limited punting experience has been been gained at Thai shops and I have come to expect this as a standard start to the session. It proceeds with Linda oiling up my lower leg, with both hands running up and down sensually. Her mild pace is fixed, and builds my anticipation. She moves to my upper leg with similar strokes, but separates her hands at the peak of her upward stroke to tease my inner thigh. I start getting unsettled every time her stroke peaks. She moved to the side of the table to caress my buttocks and inner thighs while lightly running her fingers across my back. This really gets to me as I squirm in agony; my body responded as if insects were crawling over my back. I writhed in pleasure and pain, utterly at her mercy.
Once I turned, I was able to fully appreciate her body. She has an attractive slim build, with her arse barely distinct from her thighs and her lower back; her breasts barely made a handful with her nipples perked as if requesting my attention. She still wore the indfferent face I'd noticed earlier. She seemed guarded, as if the world had weathered her away her. I began to appreciate her face more and more as she began to relieve me of the frustration she'd built up in me. This unfortunately was bland and monotonous.
-------
So here I am, once again on my back, Linda once again rocking back and forth as if to warm me up for a main event that was already over. It was her face that struck me the most, both during the session and afterwards. It's a face that piques interest and demands further inquiry, but unfortunately, it betrays the distaste and lack of enthusiasm for her trade that I experienced first hand. Unlike buying a coffee, or conducting business at a bank, I, like all of you, want to know a little more about my tin before I buy it; I want to punt with a little inside knowledge. I want the ease and convenience of paying someone to appreciate my existence by gratifying my sexual desires and to seem like they enjoy doing it. David Mitchell once said that he appreciates servicepeople wearing sullen faces, as it reflects a candidness about the fact that, at best, they would rather be doing something else and at worst, they hate the work that they do. This is respectable, but this is not what I am looking for when I punt, and Linda will not be receiving a repeat visit as a consequence.