Sounds like she ripped you off. Just kidding.
[QUOTE=JoshuaFalken;4802304]So a few minutes after dismissing wee Robi (aka SeexxySlim,
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Fifteen minutes later and I'm mounting the stairs to her Holly Hill inlaw suite. She welcomes me in with a smile, somehow remembering me from our date at her Ridgewood notel a year prior. I don my respirator and take in my dilapidated and smoke-scented surroundings while she bustles about, catching me up on her life's events.
Since this is a qv I don't dawdle, dropping the agreed upon 60 bob onto the nightstand and then dropping trou. Ginger now has the lighting just-so and is selecting soft music on her phone. I lay back on her bed, noting the cigarette burns on her sheets, and watch her with amusement. Now she's digging through a drawer looking for a vibrator and mumbling that she's "been looking forward to getting fucked," her words, not mine. She makes a little squeak of triumph and pulls a buzzing piece of pink plastic from her nightstand. A moment later and she's descending on my bare shaft, gripping it in her right hand while vibrating herself with the left. Minutes of pleasurable head nodding go by as the lassy's moans grow in intensity. "How do you want me baby?" she whispers, pausing her head game to roll on a cover.
I don't even need to think about this one, opting for cowgirl of course. I steeled myself against the excuses I assumed were coming, but the lass just smiled, reaching down to check her moisture level while exclaiming, "I thought so". She decides no lube is necessary and happily climbs aboard. Moments later and Ginger is sensuously rocking while I stare fixedly at junior disappearing and reappearing from behind a trimmed copper hedge. Then the twerking starts and the lass begins to groan in earnest. Finally she's gyrating for all she's worth, encouraged by my own moans and rhythmic taps on her ass. We finally came together, Ginger convulsing and collapsing onto my chest as I ground out every last ounce of pleasure while filling the bag.
A few minutes later and I'm cleaning up with wet wipes as the lass is saving my contact info (a pseudonym of course) on her phone. And so with an exhortation to come back anytime, the wee lass Ginger embraces me in the doorway and sends me off happily into the night.
In the plus column, Ginger / Redd is a friendly, willing, energetic and skillful partner who offers and enjoys good sex at a fair price point. In the minus column are the trashy digs and smokey atmosphere.
So after several challenging, oxygen-deprived encounters, having Ginger put in the work and pound one out of me was the metaphorical breath of fresh air. Not to mention the difference in effort and attitude between Ginger and Robi that night couldn't have been more pronounced. I commend the former to you as a solid return on investment while advising you to give the latter a pass.
Cheers![/QUOTE]