Well, after numerous nights of checking out sites and comparing reviews, I figured I'd venture outside the TERB comfort zone...d'oh! Bad Idea. I searched high and low and found the only reviews of Abracadabra (or Discreet Valley) to be discussions of who owned the business and not about the ladies on staff. So, off I go, with more money than brains and TOFTT. Their site is pretty cool, where it has real time updates of who's on and who's available. I selected Frederica, looks hot, decent decription. She seemed like tonight's best option, so I make the call.
Phone guys says she'll be there in 30-45 min. Well, didn't I just about fall over when she was at my door in 37 minutes. Frederica is very cute, blonde streaks with an innocent appearance. Greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. (Slight smell of smoke on her, don't know if she's a smoker or the driver is.) Paid for the hour, she makes the call, and then she led me into the bedroom.
Well, I guess the night had been going too well, because this is where the wheels fall off Eeyore's proverbial wagon. She immediately strips and hops on the bed. Well, normally I'm a foreplay kinda guy...you know a little cuddling, slowly undressing, and such, but damn she's cute, so I strip down and hop on the bed beside her. She's got smooth dark skin, a few tats and a couple piercings. She asks me what I like, and then tells me that there is only one SOG, no kissing, everything covered, no digits. Well, I'm used to 2 SOG for the hour, but I guess I'll just have to pace myself.
She puts the raincoat on piglet and starts with the CBJ. Not bad at that skill, but a little rushed. After a few minutes (emphasis on a few) she asks me to go on top. I figure I'll go for a little DATY, but only get down to her nipples before my spidey sense starts tingling. Something's rotten in the state of Denmark...and if it's not rotten, it was definitely put away wet and left for a while.
Usually you read of SPs wanting their clients to be clean and tidy before the appointment, and we expect the same of them. Well, if I wanted something that was odoriferous as this, I'd would have asked my fellow Terbites where the low track is in Ottawa. But I digress...
I quickly changed direction and started on her mish - ummm, uninspired. No effort, just the odd gratuitous porn groan. (Of course, I am totally thinking about the smell...you know how you just get preoccupied and can't get it out of your head...well, that's the battle that I'm fighting now). After a bit, I ask her to go on top and she climbs up. Now, I gotta tell you, this chick is hot, and man is it a good view from down below...but did I mention that I was preoccupied with something?? She sets a wicked pace, and eventually, I have to give up the good fight and finish...might be a good thing seeing as I was not really in to it since I found...well, you know where I am going with this.
As she's dressing, her phone rings and she answers and the only thing I catch out of the francais conversation is "sept minutes". Now, I don't know if she's saying how long it will take her to get to the car, or how long it took me to finish, 'cause I missed the rest of the conversation. For the record, it was more like 15 minutes . Anyways, she's dressed and out the door and I hop in the shower, scrubbing like a SOB.
So, as I type this, I still have 15 minutes left in my appointment and she's been gone for a while...
L-8 (She's a looker, that's for sure.)
A-3 (No effort, just lays there; did work when on top doing CG)
S-1 (I think the S is for service, and this was a disservice)
Repeat - no way. Not even with your money.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go scrub in the tub.
Until next time,
E6
Phone guys says she'll be there in 30-45 min. Well, didn't I just about fall over when she was at my door in 37 minutes. Frederica is very cute, blonde streaks with an innocent appearance. Greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. (Slight smell of smoke on her, don't know if she's a smoker or the driver is.) Paid for the hour, she makes the call, and then she led me into the bedroom.
Well, I guess the night had been going too well, because this is where the wheels fall off Eeyore's proverbial wagon. She immediately strips and hops on the bed. Well, normally I'm a foreplay kinda guy...you know a little cuddling, slowly undressing, and such, but damn she's cute, so I strip down and hop on the bed beside her. She's got smooth dark skin, a few tats and a couple piercings. She asks me what I like, and then tells me that there is only one SOG, no kissing, everything covered, no digits. Well, I'm used to 2 SOG for the hour, but I guess I'll just have to pace myself.
She puts the raincoat on piglet and starts with the CBJ. Not bad at that skill, but a little rushed. After a few minutes (emphasis on a few) she asks me to go on top. I figure I'll go for a little DATY, but only get down to her nipples before my spidey sense starts tingling. Something's rotten in the state of Denmark...and if it's not rotten, it was definitely put away wet and left for a while.
Usually you read of SPs wanting their clients to be clean and tidy before the appointment, and we expect the same of them. Well, if I wanted something that was odoriferous as this, I'd would have asked my fellow Terbites where the low track is in Ottawa. But I digress...I quickly changed direction and started on her mish - ummm, uninspired. No effort, just the odd gratuitous porn groan. (Of course, I am totally thinking about the smell...you know how you just get preoccupied and can't get it out of your head...well, that's the battle that I'm fighting now). After a bit, I ask her to go on top and she climbs up. Now, I gotta tell you, this chick is hot, and man is it a good view from down below...but did I mention that I was preoccupied with something?? She sets a wicked pace, and eventually, I have to give up the good fight and finish...might be a good thing seeing as I was not really in to it since I found...well, you know where I am going with this.
As she's dressing, her phone rings and she answers and the only thing I catch out of the francais conversation is "sept minutes". Now, I don't know if she's saying how long it will take her to get to the car, or how long it took me to finish, 'cause I missed the rest of the conversation. For the record, it was more like 15 minutes . Anyways, she's dressed and out the door and I hop in the shower, scrubbing like a SOB.
So, as I type this, I still have 15 minutes left in my appointment and she's been gone for a while...
L-8 (She's a looker, that's for sure.)
A-3 (No effort, just lays there; did work when on top doing CG)
S-1 (I think the S is for service, and this was a disservice)
Repeat - no way. Not even with your money.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go scrub in the tub.
Until next time,
E6
