How many of us have read or heard about the Mona Liza but never visited the Louvre in Paris. Maybe a lofty example but in a MP world the judgement call against hard cash - we don't get to barter with monopoly money when not please with the results. So we lean on single dimensions - will she have a nice face, or body, or if not will she deliver the goods fully or on time? Bonus if you get a combo of any above?
So the write-ups herein speak well of this lady who for all I know could resemble Lucy Liu. I confess a weakness for Asian exotica - their willingness to serve and make you feel Royal. Yes help me undress for my massage - dry me off with that fluffy warm towel. It's all a package if it comes together.
It did yesterday.
I arrived early hoping for long shower - the receptionist seemed herself chilled wanting to send up Chrystal stat, now. I said I had asked for prep time and she said fine...5 minutes. Hold on sister - I can tell the time.
So a visit to the can followed by a warm shower? Where's the hot? Room was fine - I always forget that carpet rise upstairs and trip over it (LOL).
I did gain time and a knock followed by a nice - no stunner - looking asian lass with shoulder length hair - so black it's blue in the right light. She wore lingerie and hells welcoming me as though I was her mail-order husband with breathy kiss and hug behind the ear. This is no teen and thank goodness because she has matters, plural, well in hand. We spent a great deal of time as one might being a soldier or prisoner returning after a long time apart. We explored everywhere and took turns being in charge. She felt good, smelled good, looked good - soft and firm, wanting and giving.
What surprised me most - and I shake my head even now, is how the VIP reverse could be so reversed. - if you fathom my meaning.
I take meds which sadly can make me come and go but she refused the occasionally experienced - that's it - punch out the clock. She would not take no for an answer and sporting two very large, dark, pencil-eraser nipples, gave me a Blood Pressure headache as so much rushed to finish the visit.
She urges you to look, calls on you to enjoy or perform and in a myst made by her alone hides the fact that you have done nothing wrong and yet visited places never before dared ask for, anywhere.
She relaxes afterward and you see her more as she is but in that dramatic presentation you have a time in which time stops. She moves like a snake. Imagine my 2nd visit - every Wednesday or Friday on schedule.
So the write-ups herein speak well of this lady who for all I know could resemble Lucy Liu. I confess a weakness for Asian exotica - their willingness to serve and make you feel Royal. Yes help me undress for my massage - dry me off with that fluffy warm towel. It's all a package if it comes together.
It did yesterday.
I arrived early hoping for long shower - the receptionist seemed herself chilled wanting to send up Chrystal stat, now. I said I had asked for prep time and she said fine...5 minutes. Hold on sister - I can tell the time.
So a visit to the can followed by a warm shower? Where's the hot? Room was fine - I always forget that carpet rise upstairs and trip over it (LOL).
I did gain time and a knock followed by a nice - no stunner - looking asian lass with shoulder length hair - so black it's blue in the right light. She wore lingerie and hells welcoming me as though I was her mail-order husband with breathy kiss and hug behind the ear. This is no teen and thank goodness because she has matters, plural, well in hand. We spent a great deal of time as one might being a soldier or prisoner returning after a long time apart. We explored everywhere and took turns being in charge. She felt good, smelled good, looked good - soft and firm, wanting and giving.
What surprised me most - and I shake my head even now, is how the VIP reverse could be so reversed. - if you fathom my meaning.
I take meds which sadly can make me come and go but she refused the occasionally experienced - that's it - punch out the clock. She would not take no for an answer and sporting two very large, dark, pencil-eraser nipples, gave me a Blood Pressure headache as so much rushed to finish the visit.
She urges you to look, calls on you to enjoy or perform and in a myst made by her alone hides the fact that you have done nothing wrong and yet visited places never before dared ask for, anywhere.
She relaxes afterward and you see her more as she is but in that dramatic presentation you have a time in which time stops. She moves like a snake. Imagine my 2nd visit - every Wednesday or Friday on schedule.
