Haunted by sweetly lustful memories I went back to Rainbow Massage yesterday.
I forgot my reading glasses there last week, and they kept them for me! Nice touch. But I really returned to experience again the smile in Carmen’s lovely face; her strikingly round bum that counmassageplanet.netalances provocatively voluptuous tits (hey, I'd be just as happy with cute little Asian titties); and her readiness to fully deliver what her sexy aura promises. Hers is certainly not the sex appeal of schoolgirl innocence—which I also enjoy—but a more mature, classy, pornstarlike, in-your-face sluttiness that resonates with my deepest desires.
After my shower Carmen helps dry me off (for the record: my towel had a hole in it. Shape up, Rainbow!). Then she readily agrees to put on the black stockings I brought. We embrace and begin touching each other standing up, and she fondles the indisputable proof of my maleness with just the right pressure.
At our first encounter I remember feeling strangely intimidated, almost awed—as if my cock were unworthy of penetrating this sweet beauty—so that getting a solid erection took some doing. I'm so used to prudish withholding, or making me beg for sexual favors, on the part of far less attractive women in my past. But now, the second time with Carmen, I feel more relaxed and deserving of her unrushed, playful, intensely erotic attention. She’s so at ease, and knowledgeable, and enthusiastic, about pleasing a man, as if that were her natural calling.
I like watching a lady stroke herself to orgasm, and Carmen does so with arousing abandon, spreading those shapely legs in sexy stockings wide apart and up in the air. After I do her in mish and doggie, she gives me an expert CBJ, not minding the pussy juices and lubricant. She does a prolonged CG, crouching on her legs the way I love it. I have to stop her so as not to explode early. Her pussy, tight in any case, feels incredible when she squeezes. She talks dirty when I ask her to. And she accepts compliments graciously, and even finds nice things to say about me.
One can’t necessarily take for granted that an erotic partner looks and smells inviting all over, but Carmen’s body does—putting me in the mood for extended DATY, face-sitting, even rimming her starfish, which feels nice, soft, clean, electrifying. Ah, if only——if only I could slide not just my tongue or a finger in there. No, banish the thought; anatomically impossible. A delightful release once I'm ready; and right after, before I have to pull out, I ask her to squeeze me some more with that awesome pussy.
The previous time she gave me a nice post-coital massage which included my ass cheeks. This time I'm in a mood for tenderness and prefer to simply cuddle and talk. We climb onto the narrow, rather pathetic massage table. I cradle her, inhaling her fragrance, our legs intertwined, her radiant femininity touching the core of my being. She jokingly says: “I’m your girlfriend now—a no-trouble girlfriend.” She puts my first name in her cell phone (she already has my number because I earlier called her personal number which she handed me at the end of my previous visit). For her health's sake I make her promise to cut down on smoking which, she says, is caused by long working hours. Unbelievably long working hours, for several years now: it’s amazing she displays no trace of jadedness in her style of relating to men. Or this man, anyway; but if your mileage varies, probably you have yourself to blame.
Carmen's eroticism was repeatedly noted on eforum.xxx before—and also that she used to work as "Tina" @ Atlantis. She seems alarmed when I tell her about the reviews, even though I reassure her: “It’s all good”[well, mostly]. After a long kiss and warm hugs I walk out of the AMP in a happy daze.
My rating for Carmen: L 9.5; A 9.5; S 9.5. Donation: $.5 both times, plus .4 tip. Seems downright stingy, compared to what most Vancouver escorts expect for often far less quality service. Tastes differ—but personally I find Carmen’s face and body and demeanor to be the perfect canvass to project my fantasies onto. And being able to act out these fantasies is surely the sweetest wonder of my life right now. I'll need to be forcibly restrained to stop me from repeating soon...
I forgot my reading glasses there last week, and they kept them for me! Nice touch. But I really returned to experience again the smile in Carmen’s lovely face; her strikingly round bum that counmassageplanet.netalances provocatively voluptuous tits (hey, I'd be just as happy with cute little Asian titties); and her readiness to fully deliver what her sexy aura promises. Hers is certainly not the sex appeal of schoolgirl innocence—which I also enjoy—but a more mature, classy, pornstarlike, in-your-face sluttiness that resonates with my deepest desires.
After my shower Carmen helps dry me off (for the record: my towel had a hole in it. Shape up, Rainbow!). Then she readily agrees to put on the black stockings I brought. We embrace and begin touching each other standing up, and she fondles the indisputable proof of my maleness with just the right pressure.
At our first encounter I remember feeling strangely intimidated, almost awed—as if my cock were unworthy of penetrating this sweet beauty—so that getting a solid erection took some doing. I'm so used to prudish withholding, or making me beg for sexual favors, on the part of far less attractive women in my past. But now, the second time with Carmen, I feel more relaxed and deserving of her unrushed, playful, intensely erotic attention. She’s so at ease, and knowledgeable, and enthusiastic, about pleasing a man, as if that were her natural calling.
I like watching a lady stroke herself to orgasm, and Carmen does so with arousing abandon, spreading those shapely legs in sexy stockings wide apart and up in the air. After I do her in mish and doggie, she gives me an expert CBJ, not minding the pussy juices and lubricant. She does a prolonged CG, crouching on her legs the way I love it. I have to stop her so as not to explode early. Her pussy, tight in any case, feels incredible when she squeezes. She talks dirty when I ask her to. And she accepts compliments graciously, and even finds nice things to say about me.
One can’t necessarily take for granted that an erotic partner looks and smells inviting all over, but Carmen’s body does—putting me in the mood for extended DATY, face-sitting, even rimming her starfish, which feels nice, soft, clean, electrifying. Ah, if only——if only I could slide not just my tongue or a finger in there. No, banish the thought; anatomically impossible. A delightful release once I'm ready; and right after, before I have to pull out, I ask her to squeeze me some more with that awesome pussy.
The previous time she gave me a nice post-coital massage which included my ass cheeks. This time I'm in a mood for tenderness and prefer to simply cuddle and talk. We climb onto the narrow, rather pathetic massage table. I cradle her, inhaling her fragrance, our legs intertwined, her radiant femininity touching the core of my being. She jokingly says: “I’m your girlfriend now—a no-trouble girlfriend.” She puts my first name in her cell phone (she already has my number because I earlier called her personal number which she handed me at the end of my previous visit). For her health's sake I make her promise to cut down on smoking which, she says, is caused by long working hours. Unbelievably long working hours, for several years now: it’s amazing she displays no trace of jadedness in her style of relating to men. Or this man, anyway; but if your mileage varies, probably you have yourself to blame.
Carmen's eroticism was repeatedly noted on eforum.xxx before—and also that she used to work as "Tina" @ Atlantis. She seems alarmed when I tell her about the reviews, even though I reassure her: “It’s all good”[well, mostly]. After a long kiss and warm hugs I walk out of the AMP in a happy daze.
My rating for Carmen: L 9.5; A 9.5; S 9.5. Donation: $.5 both times, plus .4 tip. Seems downright stingy, compared to what most Vancouver escorts expect for often far less quality service. Tastes differ—but personally I find Carmen’s face and body and demeanor to be the perfect canvass to project my fantasies onto. And being able to act out these fantasies is surely the sweetest wonder of my life right now. I'll need to be forcibly restrained to stop me from repeating soon...