This is could also be a review of Stacey 19 from the London Free Press.
Well since there's a spankin' new London forum, I thought I'd contribute to it by sharing my recent adventures in the Forest City.
On my swing through southwestern Ontario I had the good fortune to visit Sarnia, Windsor, London and Kitchener. After spending a night gambling in Windsor, I was off to London for the night before returning to Toronto. As a UWO alumni, London holds a special place in my heart and I had some rather fond memories from my last visit. Unbeknownst to me, I apparently used up all my luck in the Windsor Casino the night before and was about to hit a dry spell that would leave me shaking my head and wondering if maybe my memories of London, not unlike my sporting prowess, have become exagerated over time.
I should have know this would be a memorable trip for all the wrong reasons when the first blow came before I even left Toronto. I had been planning for some time to visit with Selina upon my next trip to London but having delayed my visit so much, Selina was in the process of relocating herself to Toronto by that point. Not a major problem as I can now plan my visit with Selina for a more convenient time. Although many might laugh, my back-up plan was beers and strippers with Goober, but even he bailed on me. Note: Goober's Mom was available, but she was only doing incalls and I find the smell in the stables at the London Fair Grounds to be a little overwhelming.
So I was left to sort through the outstanding collection of ladies/students available on Ontario-Erotica.com. Sadly Justine, Bailey, Pauline, Paris and Tori were unavailable...don't know about Tori's friend though, since I never actually spoke with Tori. Not to be detered by my continuing dry spell, I walked across the street and picked up the London Free Press and with renewed determination, I began to comb the ads. I was less than impressed with what was available and I decided I'd make one attempt to contact the ad "Stacey 19 is back." and then call it a night. Things were looking up when a perky voice responded on the phone saying she was Stacey and that she could be in my room in 20 minutes...I said 30 would be fine and it was a date. Looking back, the call should have raised some red flags.
However, I was distracted knowing that I had 30 minutes to execute my 45 minute pre-date routine i.e. shower, shave (more on that later) order some appropriate refreshments, so I hurried to prepare. 90 minutes later I was still sitting alone and had finished most of the snacks I had ordered, finished the beers from the bar fridge and the bottle of red I ordered was looking appetizing as well, and yet no sign of Stacey. I was getting concerned, not that I'd been stood up, but that I had a conference call scheduled for 10:00 pm EST with colleagues of mine who are based on the west coast. I prepared my materials for the conference call, opened the wine, poured myself a glass and my phone rang as expected at 10:00...unfortunately it was not my colleagues, but Stacey.
She informed me that she'd spent the last 10 minutes banging on my door and wondering why I wouldn't answer. I informed her that I'd been sitting waiting for her for almost 2 hrs. and would have aswered had she been knocking on the correct door. She was quite upset to learn that she was knocking on the room 7 doors down and was getting quite vocal on the lobby phone. I asked her to my room to settle things as I was considering bailing on my conference call if she turned out to be really hot.
When she arrived at my door she was wearing just jeans and a t-shits carrying a cell phone. She stunk of smoke and immediately started explaining that it wasn't her fault and that she easn't even supposed to work that day (I was about to find out what she was "back" from). I knew instantly that this was not the girl I had spoken to on the phone and decided I would send her away with cab fare. She then proceeds to tell me this incredible story about how she was on holidays for the last couple of days recovering from surgery. She then completely grossed me out by pulling aside the low cut coller on her t-shirt to reveal the undressed scar on her upper chest where "they" had recently removed a cancerous growth. Although she threatened that her boss would have to come up to discuss this with me, I was not going to change my mind. She disappeared with $20 for cab fare and never heard from her boss.
You would thingk that after that I'd be willing to cut my losses but after my conference call, I decided to venture out to the Beef Baron, the scene of many previous escapades, and see if I could salvage the night. Well I was wrong again.
All I can ask at this point is what has happened to the adult scene in London since I was last there, when an incall with Goober's Mom is my best option?
Well since there's a spankin' new London forum, I thought I'd contribute to it by sharing my recent adventures in the Forest City.
On my swing through southwestern Ontario I had the good fortune to visit Sarnia, Windsor, London and Kitchener. After spending a night gambling in Windsor, I was off to London for the night before returning to Toronto. As a UWO alumni, London holds a special place in my heart and I had some rather fond memories from my last visit. Unbeknownst to me, I apparently used up all my luck in the Windsor Casino the night before and was about to hit a dry spell that would leave me shaking my head and wondering if maybe my memories of London, not unlike my sporting prowess, have become exagerated over time.
I should have know this would be a memorable trip for all the wrong reasons when the first blow came before I even left Toronto. I had been planning for some time to visit with Selina upon my next trip to London but having delayed my visit so much, Selina was in the process of relocating herself to Toronto by that point. Not a major problem as I can now plan my visit with Selina for a more convenient time. Although many might laugh, my back-up plan was beers and strippers with Goober, but even he bailed on me. Note: Goober's Mom was available, but she was only doing incalls and I find the smell in the stables at the London Fair Grounds to be a little overwhelming.
So I was left to sort through the outstanding collection of ladies/students available on Ontario-Erotica.com. Sadly Justine, Bailey, Pauline, Paris and Tori were unavailable...don't know about Tori's friend though, since I never actually spoke with Tori. Not to be detered by my continuing dry spell, I walked across the street and picked up the London Free Press and with renewed determination, I began to comb the ads. I was less than impressed with what was available and I decided I'd make one attempt to contact the ad "Stacey 19 is back." and then call it a night. Things were looking up when a perky voice responded on the phone saying she was Stacey and that she could be in my room in 20 minutes...I said 30 would be fine and it was a date. Looking back, the call should have raised some red flags.
However, I was distracted knowing that I had 30 minutes to execute my 45 minute pre-date routine i.e. shower, shave (more on that later) order some appropriate refreshments, so I hurried to prepare. 90 minutes later I was still sitting alone and had finished most of the snacks I had ordered, finished the beers from the bar fridge and the bottle of red I ordered was looking appetizing as well, and yet no sign of Stacey. I was getting concerned, not that I'd been stood up, but that I had a conference call scheduled for 10:00 pm EST with colleagues of mine who are based on the west coast. I prepared my materials for the conference call, opened the wine, poured myself a glass and my phone rang as expected at 10:00...unfortunately it was not my colleagues, but Stacey.
She informed me that she'd spent the last 10 minutes banging on my door and wondering why I wouldn't answer. I informed her that I'd been sitting waiting for her for almost 2 hrs. and would have aswered had she been knocking on the correct door. She was quite upset to learn that she was knocking on the room 7 doors down and was getting quite vocal on the lobby phone. I asked her to my room to settle things as I was considering bailing on my conference call if she turned out to be really hot.
When she arrived at my door she was wearing just jeans and a t-shits carrying a cell phone. She stunk of smoke and immediately started explaining that it wasn't her fault and that she easn't even supposed to work that day (I was about to find out what she was "back" from). I knew instantly that this was not the girl I had spoken to on the phone and decided I would send her away with cab fare. She then proceeds to tell me this incredible story about how she was on holidays for the last couple of days recovering from surgery. She then completely grossed me out by pulling aside the low cut coller on her t-shirt to reveal the undressed scar on her upper chest where "they" had recently removed a cancerous growth. Although she threatened that her boss would have to come up to discuss this with me, I was not going to change my mind. She disappeared with $20 for cab fare and never heard from her boss.
You would thingk that after that I'd be willing to cut my losses but after my conference call, I decided to venture out to the Beef Baron, the scene of many previous escapades, and see if I could salvage the night. Well I was wrong again.
All I can ask at this point is what has happened to the adult scene in London since I was last there, when an incall with Goober's Mom is my best option?