Well, I finally did it!
After months of lusting over and seeking out all her photos and videos (and there are a lot!), I finally arranged some playtime with PixieDust/Sara/Kelly/Cass.
http://ottawa.backpage.com/FemaleEs...own-today-limited-time-6139791993-21/21446053
I did so despite the many, many red flags and less than glowing reviews. I ignored the price ($180 for a half-hour!) and massage parlour location. And I put out of my mind that a girl who touts herself as a pornstar offered no BBBJ.
But I just had to do it. You understand this, right? I simply had to see her. I knew it had every potential to be a disappointment but I just had to see her. Maybe it was her look that perhaps reminded me of all the french girls back in the day at UofO at the 'Nox and Bar 216 that I didn't get to take home, but I had to see this girl. You know what I mean? Have you been in this place before?
And so, after rushing up to the north part of Hull…errr…Gatineau and jumping a curb into the strip mall there she was standing at the door of the parlour. Wow! She was everything like the hundreds of pictures I had already seen of her. Simply stunning.
For some reason I was expecting a cold and detached person, but our exchanges at the door and while heading into her room at the parlour were casual and enjoyable, hinting that maybe things were going to exceed expectations.
Once inside her room though, the casualness changed to all business. She immediately counted the money in the envelope, reached for the condoms and wipes, and asked in a matter-of-fact way what I liked. Was it a mood killer? Sure, kinda. But I didn't really care to be honest. I went there not so much to experience and share but to simply see, touch, and taste.
After hopping on the table, things proceeded to a lacklustre covered blow job, some relatively unresponsive DATY and 69. With the clock tick, tick, ticking, I told her I had to fuck her. She laid back and we proceeded to fuck missionary.
And this is where I got my money's worth: there I was on top of this utterly fuckin' amazing hot chick. I didn't care if she was just going through the motions. What lay below me was unbelievable. The angles and lines of her legs and torso as she brought her legs up to her shoulders was of sublime beauty. I didn't want it to end, and told her I didn't want to cum yet, to which she replied time was up. Mood killer? I didn't care, I was about to explode with this goddess below me. And so I did.
Driving back home I thought, what a waste of money. But as the days I have passed I realized, maybe it wasn't a waste of money. After all, I went up to Hull to fuck and eat a super hot chick. I didn't go up there to feel some kind of connection or have her stroke my ego. I went up there to use her pussy. And that's what I did.
Would I repeat? I would. I know it sounds odd, but I would pay that money to fuck her again.
