cmk76
16-07-2018, 10:17 PM
7.30 pm 180713 Selena - 19 Pritchard Place Peakhurst
6.30 pm. Black Friday. 11 degrees outside. Driving out onto Forest Rd towards Hurstville and wanting to check into Sakura Massage. Lapping the area twice like a desperado and noticed that the OPEN lights flashing but internal lights weren't. No one appears to be around. There weren't any parking spots available that I could see. After all, it was dinner time. Everyone is out for a feed. One last lap to look for a spot, or I will move on. Noticed a few more massage shops on the concourse of Forest Rd, but was going further away from my intended destination...
7.00 pm. Penshurst Hotel. 10 degrees and dropping. Popped in to see a dog about a man. Walked past a small pokey massage shop, and kept it in the back of my mind. Into the hotel I scan the main bar seating area. Full of punters having a drink, watching footy on the big screen. Headed towards the gaming lounge to look for my contact. No dog. No man. No luck. Sigh. Stepped out of the pub after one last search, and made a beeline to the massage shop previously noticed across the road. Lights are now off. Need to get out of here. This pokey little suburb has nothing to offer me at this time of night...
7.30 pm. 19 Pritchard Place. 9 degrees now. A pokey little setup. A whorehouse in a desolate cul de sac. Another one to add to my poor man's paradise locale of pleasure shops. A ring on the door bell. A squinty, elderly Chinese male keeper with glasses lets me in. Two steps inside the foyer, two steps right into a bedroom. A bedroom that faces the entry driveway. 35 degrees in this room. The heating is cranking in here. Blood gushes back to my hands, feet, blue lips and white face. My shrunken testicles are now idling below my Bonds trunks, deciding to enjoy the warm temperature that this room is emanating...
Selena. First snapshots in my memory bank. Dressed in black. Had thick black hair. Wide beaming smile. Large, engaging black eyes. Ok, dark eyes, not literally black like she had copped a beating. That would be panda eyes. Rather attractive face. See through, long flowing, black negligee. Black bra and panties. Extremely busty, extremely curvy, medium average height. Large tattoo across her mid section and another around forearm or wrist. And, the most noticeable feature was a large egg shaped jade jewelry she had around her neck. It could have been a charm or talisman for protection. Or to enable money to part from a curious, horny fool like me. What ever it was, it worked...
She told me she was half Russian, and half Chinese. Speaks good English, Mandarin and Cantonese. Russian? Didn't ask, because me no speak. She reminded me of Elizabeth Hurley. Well, in that dimly lit room, she could well be. Then again, she could have been Elizabeth Horley. The tuck shop lady that used to work on Mondays at school. Sausage rolls in a bun will never be the same again without her serving it. You see, she had this very synchronized way of turning her body around to pick the sausage roll from the oven and handed it over the counter to us bastard kids. The wobble factor was next to nil when she did this repetitively during little lunch. I was always mesmerized by this. And yes, Selena had slight tuck shop lady arms, belly, rear and torso. I think her tuck shop lady arms had tuck shop lady body parts and more. However, there was zero wobble factor. That was what I was most impressed with...
$100 for 45 minute massage with bbbj was a bargain to my ears. And all the tuck shop lady arms I could handle. $130 for the complete hour was probably better value, but the extra $30 could get me 2.5, or even 3 kebabs right after the punt. Well, depending on the extras you negotiate for, like extra cheese, tabouli or even extra meat, it might blow out to be one loaded, gourmet kebab. My stomach had already made up my mind for me, coming into this punt...
I wasn't dissapointed when Selena took her clothes off. I noticed cellulite. Or what I fondly remember someone from the past would call, broken glass. Without giving away too much of her desired features, I will leave the rest as a mystery for other punters to explore. Planted my body face down on to the bed, with a towel to shield my body, and another towel on the pillow, where potentially a punter was face fucking a lady, resting her head turned to one side. I sniffed the pillow for a bit and hoped that that was sweat from another punter's balls and not the helmet, before masking it again with a towel. In my opinion, the scent of the balls is less odorous than the helmet...
The massage. It was very good. I kid you not. This is one part of my review that I can fully endorse. She has some serious skills. Those tuck shop lady arms were solid as fuck. Pounding me from the top of the bed, like I had just been caught snatching her handbag full of condoms and lube. I would grimace and groan on top of that pillow. I don't usually find getting a massage on a bed comfortable, but this was as good as it gets. The bbbj. Oh lordy! Another endorsement. She had a salivating tongue that kept my whole groin area moist. She would look up at you like she had just gone into a trance. Absolutely no teeth was also a highlight. She might have slipped off her dentures when I was resting on my front. I had to put up with a torturous 15 minutes of slow, long, wet, deep gobbling of my undersized, overheated little... finger. A few variations of yoga poses, whilst thrusting into her mouth was also achieved remarkably. I think I did the table pose. And was quite chuffed about this, but couldn't quite break into the dog pose seamlessly. After all, when her mouth was permanently attached to my groin, it proves a little difficult. Her technique reminded me of my cocker spaniel when I was just a kid. Except my spaniel had a longer tongue...
The knock. Time is up. That was what the keeper literally said. Time. Is. Up. His English was admirable. Distracted by his deep, authoritative tone, I pondered on it. And not on the finish. A quick request of Selena to give me a slippery hand job until I couldn't feel any more sensations on the head, shaft and balls. I could have spent another half an hour more of her bbbj. If I had the time. If I had the extra money. If I wasn't hungry. Now the caveat to the bbbj was that it wasn't PSE, it wasn't GFE, it wasn't even OCD. It wasn't what Mr. Seven typically liked, (She doesn't qualifiy under his criteria of DTBBBJ) but it made me satisfied enough to think about the kebab...
It was close to an hour, after I had showered and dressed. The keeper came in whilst I was putting my shoes on and muttered, 'You have gone over time!' Putting on my best smile, looking up at his grumpy face and headed out towards the front door. A friendly grunt was all I heard when thanking him and saying goodbye. Still 9 degrees outside. And my testicles have headed up north again to seek warmth and discomfort...
6.30 pm. Black Friday. 11 degrees outside. Driving out onto Forest Rd towards Hurstville and wanting to check into Sakura Massage. Lapping the area twice like a desperado and noticed that the OPEN lights flashing but internal lights weren't. No one appears to be around. There weren't any parking spots available that I could see. After all, it was dinner time. Everyone is out for a feed. One last lap to look for a spot, or I will move on. Noticed a few more massage shops on the concourse of Forest Rd, but was going further away from my intended destination...
7.00 pm. Penshurst Hotel. 10 degrees and dropping. Popped in to see a dog about a man. Walked past a small pokey massage shop, and kept it in the back of my mind. Into the hotel I scan the main bar seating area. Full of punters having a drink, watching footy on the big screen. Headed towards the gaming lounge to look for my contact. No dog. No man. No luck. Sigh. Stepped out of the pub after one last search, and made a beeline to the massage shop previously noticed across the road. Lights are now off. Need to get out of here. This pokey little suburb has nothing to offer me at this time of night...
7.30 pm. 19 Pritchard Place. 9 degrees now. A pokey little setup. A whorehouse in a desolate cul de sac. Another one to add to my poor man's paradise locale of pleasure shops. A ring on the door bell. A squinty, elderly Chinese male keeper with glasses lets me in. Two steps inside the foyer, two steps right into a bedroom. A bedroom that faces the entry driveway. 35 degrees in this room. The heating is cranking in here. Blood gushes back to my hands, feet, blue lips and white face. My shrunken testicles are now idling below my Bonds trunks, deciding to enjoy the warm temperature that this room is emanating...
Selena. First snapshots in my memory bank. Dressed in black. Had thick black hair. Wide beaming smile. Large, engaging black eyes. Ok, dark eyes, not literally black like she had copped a beating. That would be panda eyes. Rather attractive face. See through, long flowing, black negligee. Black bra and panties. Extremely busty, extremely curvy, medium average height. Large tattoo across her mid section and another around forearm or wrist. And, the most noticeable feature was a large egg shaped jade jewelry she had around her neck. It could have been a charm or talisman for protection. Or to enable money to part from a curious, horny fool like me. What ever it was, it worked...
She told me she was half Russian, and half Chinese. Speaks good English, Mandarin and Cantonese. Russian? Didn't ask, because me no speak. She reminded me of Elizabeth Hurley. Well, in that dimly lit room, she could well be. Then again, she could have been Elizabeth Horley. The tuck shop lady that used to work on Mondays at school. Sausage rolls in a bun will never be the same again without her serving it. You see, she had this very synchronized way of turning her body around to pick the sausage roll from the oven and handed it over the counter to us bastard kids. The wobble factor was next to nil when she did this repetitively during little lunch. I was always mesmerized by this. And yes, Selena had slight tuck shop lady arms, belly, rear and torso. I think her tuck shop lady arms had tuck shop lady body parts and more. However, there was zero wobble factor. That was what I was most impressed with...
$100 for 45 minute massage with bbbj was a bargain to my ears. And all the tuck shop lady arms I could handle. $130 for the complete hour was probably better value, but the extra $30 could get me 2.5, or even 3 kebabs right after the punt. Well, depending on the extras you negotiate for, like extra cheese, tabouli or even extra meat, it might blow out to be one loaded, gourmet kebab. My stomach had already made up my mind for me, coming into this punt...
I wasn't dissapointed when Selena took her clothes off. I noticed cellulite. Or what I fondly remember someone from the past would call, broken glass. Without giving away too much of her desired features, I will leave the rest as a mystery for other punters to explore. Planted my body face down on to the bed, with a towel to shield my body, and another towel on the pillow, where potentially a punter was face fucking a lady, resting her head turned to one side. I sniffed the pillow for a bit and hoped that that was sweat from another punter's balls and not the helmet, before masking it again with a towel. In my opinion, the scent of the balls is less odorous than the helmet...
The massage. It was very good. I kid you not. This is one part of my review that I can fully endorse. She has some serious skills. Those tuck shop lady arms were solid as fuck. Pounding me from the top of the bed, like I had just been caught snatching her handbag full of condoms and lube. I would grimace and groan on top of that pillow. I don't usually find getting a massage on a bed comfortable, but this was as good as it gets. The bbbj. Oh lordy! Another endorsement. She had a salivating tongue that kept my whole groin area moist. She would look up at you like she had just gone into a trance. Absolutely no teeth was also a highlight. She might have slipped off her dentures when I was resting on my front. I had to put up with a torturous 15 minutes of slow, long, wet, deep gobbling of my undersized, overheated little... finger. A few variations of yoga poses, whilst thrusting into her mouth was also achieved remarkably. I think I did the table pose. And was quite chuffed about this, but couldn't quite break into the dog pose seamlessly. After all, when her mouth was permanently attached to my groin, it proves a little difficult. Her technique reminded me of my cocker spaniel when I was just a kid. Except my spaniel had a longer tongue...
The knock. Time is up. That was what the keeper literally said. Time. Is. Up. His English was admirable. Distracted by his deep, authoritative tone, I pondered on it. And not on the finish. A quick request of Selena to give me a slippery hand job until I couldn't feel any more sensations on the head, shaft and balls. I could have spent another half an hour more of her bbbj. If I had the time. If I had the extra money. If I wasn't hungry. Now the caveat to the bbbj was that it wasn't PSE, it wasn't GFE, it wasn't even OCD. It wasn't what Mr. Seven typically liked, (She doesn't qualifiy under his criteria of DTBBBJ) but it made me satisfied enough to think about the kebab...
It was close to an hour, after I had showered and dressed. The keeper came in whilst I was putting my shoes on and muttered, 'You have gone over time!' Putting on my best smile, looking up at his grumpy face and headed out towards the front door. A friendly grunt was all I heard when thanking him and saying goodbye. Still 9 degrees outside. And my testicles have headed up north again to seek warmth and discomfort...