Was over to see sexy College Girl Sonya.
https://twitter.com/SonyaBrass?s=17
Her Twitter header is "GFE hostess ... Sweet & sensual. Come out to play with the girl next door."
First saw Sonya while relaxing in the Brass Lounge. She came in dressed demurely & professionally in a sexy skirt. Thought she was an Accountant or a Government Executive doing some work for the Club. Cute, though.
Was walking down the Hallway and to my surprise she was walking the other way dressed in lingerie. Whaaaaaat? My head was spinning. Then she smiled at me. ?
Made discrete enquiries and found out her name ... Sonya. A beautiful name. Tweeted her a few times, scheduled and rescheduled, went to Brass, elevatored up, and was escorted to a Room.
A soft tap, and Sonya entered. Wow. A vision in her lingerie. Her smile lit up the room, her Blue- Green eyes sparkled like Diamonds.
Chatted a bit and found we had a lot in common, but some diversities. We attended rival Universities, studied in different faculties, but had similar extracurricular interests and musical tastes. Opposites, similarities. Yin, Yang. Male, Female. Graduate, College Girl.
We jumped into the shower, lathered up, and got further acquainted. Sonya's physical beauty became more evident up close. Her bright eyes glow with an incandescent fire, her delicate features are exquisite and elegant , her tanned skin is smooth and flawless.
What a wonderful place Brass is, an escape from the humidity and cacophony of the outside world. Here I was, showering with a sensuous Co-ed like Res Roomies. A gift.
My hands explored her voluptuous curves as we laughed and splashed. Commented that having her in class would be so distracting that I wouldn't learn a thing from the lectures. She smiled mischeviously and noted that she sits in the back row. That is fortuitous, or the male students would not be able to focus, the Profs would lose their trains of thought, and the halls of Academe would collapse.
Sonya's massage techniques are magnificent. She uses a combination of pressure and touch to warm up the muscles and work the deeper tissues. At one point she straddled my back like an Equestrienne to better facilitate access. She played a symphony on my backbone and the surrounding muscles. Her fingers danced like a pianiste in a virtuosa performance. Encore!
Gave her a massage, a pedestrian effort compared to her stellar endeavours. Poured the oil, and desperately tried to remember the basics of my long-forgotten University Massage workshop. Began with Effleurage before proceeding to Petrissage. Sonya seemed content while I massaged her marvellous contours. The student body never looked so good.
Then she took me to school. They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Sonya showed me new maneuvers and turned me into a puppy ready to beg for his mistress. Higher education indeed.
We showered again to wash off the oil, chatted about Bluesfest, and Sonya demonstrated her knowledge of Classic Rock.
Went back to Réception, and Jessica was behind the desk. Went for the fist-bump, but Jessica came around and crushed me in a hug. Felt great! ?
The elevator arrived, Sonya was tantalizingly close, so I went in for a final kiss. Score! ?
Rode the elevator down, the happiest man in Ottawa.
Will be back to visit Sonya, the sexy College Girl Next Door.
Hopefully this humble Review is up to Sonya's lofty standards. She has full editorial control. Await her revisions.
MP Out
lane:
https://twitter.com/SonyaBrass?s=17
Her Twitter header is "GFE hostess ... Sweet & sensual. Come out to play with the girl next door."
First saw Sonya while relaxing in the Brass Lounge. She came in dressed demurely & professionally in a sexy skirt. Thought she was an Accountant or a Government Executive doing some work for the Club. Cute, though.
Was walking down the Hallway and to my surprise she was walking the other way dressed in lingerie. Whaaaaaat? My head was spinning. Then she smiled at me. ?
Made discrete enquiries and found out her name ... Sonya. A beautiful name. Tweeted her a few times, scheduled and rescheduled, went to Brass, elevatored up, and was escorted to a Room.
A soft tap, and Sonya entered. Wow. A vision in her lingerie. Her smile lit up the room, her Blue- Green eyes sparkled like Diamonds.
Chatted a bit and found we had a lot in common, but some diversities. We attended rival Universities, studied in different faculties, but had similar extracurricular interests and musical tastes. Opposites, similarities. Yin, Yang. Male, Female. Graduate, College Girl.
We jumped into the shower, lathered up, and got further acquainted. Sonya's physical beauty became more evident up close. Her bright eyes glow with an incandescent fire, her delicate features are exquisite and elegant , her tanned skin is smooth and flawless.
What a wonderful place Brass is, an escape from the humidity and cacophony of the outside world. Here I was, showering with a sensuous Co-ed like Res Roomies. A gift.
My hands explored her voluptuous curves as we laughed and splashed. Commented that having her in class would be so distracting that I wouldn't learn a thing from the lectures. She smiled mischeviously and noted that she sits in the back row. That is fortuitous, or the male students would not be able to focus, the Profs would lose their trains of thought, and the halls of Academe would collapse.
Sonya's massage techniques are magnificent. She uses a combination of pressure and touch to warm up the muscles and work the deeper tissues. At one point she straddled my back like an Equestrienne to better facilitate access. She played a symphony on my backbone and the surrounding muscles. Her fingers danced like a pianiste in a virtuosa performance. Encore!
Gave her a massage, a pedestrian effort compared to her stellar endeavours. Poured the oil, and desperately tried to remember the basics of my long-forgotten University Massage workshop. Began with Effleurage before proceeding to Petrissage. Sonya seemed content while I massaged her marvellous contours. The student body never looked so good.
Then she took me to school. They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Sonya showed me new maneuvers and turned me into a puppy ready to beg for his mistress. Higher education indeed.
We showered again to wash off the oil, chatted about Bluesfest, and Sonya demonstrated her knowledge of Classic Rock.
Went back to Réception, and Jessica was behind the desk. Went for the fist-bump, but Jessica came around and crushed me in a hug. Felt great! ?
The elevator arrived, Sonya was tantalizingly close, so I went in for a final kiss. Score! ?
Rode the elevator down, the happiest man in Ottawa.
Will be back to visit Sonya, the sexy College Girl Next Door.
Hopefully this humble Review is up to Sonya's lofty standards. She has full editorial control. Await her revisions.
MP Out
lane:
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