Back in town after a long time
I was wondering if someone could PM me with the number / or location of the FCCC or TCCC I don't know what these posts mean. I just moved back to the area after a long time. I tried a place off Edsal road and 395 that was pretty terrible, girl had a belly and wouldn't take her shirt off. When I used to live in Vienna I went to Youngs alot when it first opened. It was shut down a few times but I haven't been to the Tysons area in a while. The places are so hit and miss that I want to get some recommendations. I am sick of tipping. 4 or. 6 for a terrible, rushed he.
Any advice would be appreciated.
In search of a CC, Part Deux. Redux
So now it’s Monday. I can’t stop thinking about L from yesterday. It’s lunchtime, and I sneak out for a quick bite. Pad Thai at the local Thai restaurant? You bet your ass that’s what I’m craving! I’m eating Thai, thinking Thai, wanting Thai – I’m even speaking Thai. To heck with Sushi, damn the Pho, and forget the Hunan – I want Thai! I want to go to Phuket. Hell, I want to go to Bangkok. And do just that! You think they’ll let me?
On the way back to work, I pop out my stealthy Tracphone and dial up for the A3C. I’m hooked. I need some more Pad Thai at the Thai Pad. Ask how late I can come over because logistics about are tight. 9:30 is the cut-off. L will be there to send me to la-la-land. Click, click. Boom.
Working myself into a lather all day thinking about the repeat experience with L. L’s stats are Face – 7, Body 10-1(due to a notable scar on her right shoulder form a childhood cycling accident), attitude – 10, performance 10. It’s GFE except no LFK/DFK.
Hours later, I am on the way over. Call in to confirm and wham! I get told they forgot to tell L and they will have to call her back in. I work out a 30 minute delay and handle an errand so that I can get there by 10pn. When I finally knock on the door, ‘J’ opens the door again to let me in. She looks at me with a sad pout, and hits me with the bad news ‘L not here right now, sorry. Ok I take care of you? ’ Are you shitting me? Hell yeah – you’re the one I came for yesterday. Let’s get it on!
J is shmokin’ frickin’ hot. Got it all – looks and body. Tiny little spinner. We get to the room. Leave the Bens, and hit the shower for a super fast freshen-up. I do not want to waste time. Get back out and she is prancing around in a thong and high heals. She’s 5-2 in heals. DAMN! Can’t be more than 90lbs. This girl works out. Not an ounce of fat – rock abs, good upper arm definition and two dimples on her lower back just above her perfect little ass. She’s sporting a pair of A’s with the cutest little nips ever. I am in Phuket, and about to Phuket.
She starts with a FBSM. ‘Lotion OK? ’ Pour it on! Turn over. She’s all about touching. I turn her around and give her some light rubbing and touching. Her skin is perfect. She asks if she should get a tattoo and I protest – this canvas IS art. No need to add anything to perfection.
I decide that about, I want as many minutes of action as I can get. I am rock solid. Been soaking a blue pill for 45 minutes so it’s on like Donkey-Kong. Slap on the cover myself and get right to work on this little thing. It’s a 5 to 10 minutes per position. And when I slow down in between – she thinks that I am done! Hey. Did you hear me cum? I don’t think so! We laugh about it and get to another round. GC, Mish, Doggy, up, down, sideways. I can move this little thing around with no effort. We are doing acrobatics – and by the sound of my cracking lumbar, I can tell there is going to be hell to pay for this action tomorrow. I am too old for this. Thank god for the Eveready chemical combo that’s keeping me going and the 800mg Advil waiting at home. We end up in CG again and I get her to just lie there on me with her head turned into my chest as I hold her hips and do some final deep drives. This is how I want to end and she’s letting me do all the work. Her hips are so small. I swear it’s the tightest, smallest POA I’ve had since I was 14!
Pop my load and practically fall off the bed. She looks at me and smiles. Punches me in the chest and say ‘You been drinking! You last too long! ’ I smile and say – ‘only one Guinness’. J was 10’s across the board. A perfect score. Great attitude.
Clean up time – second shower, big hug and we are off to the door. It’s late and things need to come to an end. At the end of the hallway is standing L! Surprise! She’s smiling and gives me a big hug and says she’s sorry for not being available earlier and hopes J was good to me.
J is just standing there in her little nightie. Slowly swinging her hips from side to side and pulling it up to show off that perfect saddle of hers. I have the two of them together and we are chatting, touching, and hugging. And then J says ‘L and I like to work together. You like 2 girl fun? ’
What? What’s that ringing in my ears? Is that pain in my left arm the early sign of a cardiac arrest? Did I just get asked by two hot Thai babes if I like a little Manage-a-Trois? ‘You come back tomorrow at 5, baby – we take care of you! ’
I am backing out the door slowly. L and J are in the doorway, lifting their skirts and showing their jay-jays. I want to go back in. They are giggling and waving bye bye.
Get to the car and get going home. It’s late and I need to get some rest. This shit is out of control. I’m too old for this. I need some therapy. I need a support group. I need some lithium. The yellow fever is in its final stages. It’s terminal and I think there is no cure for me.
Stay tuned for part 3 of the A3C diary! It just gets better and better. Stick a fork in me cause I am done.
P.S. The ‘in search of a CC series’ is a work of fiction a by very lonely introverted, overweight, balding and aging looser. It never happened and I am making this all up. And as the most senior members of this board continuously remind junior members, all data regarding the A3C, T3C, F3C need to be kept very secret because these places need to stay off the grid and open for business to those that are in the know. It’s all out there for you to discover. But of course – they don’t exist – it’s just fiction and fun reading!
Woa ! We are open.... Where did you go?
[QUOTE=Oldtar]I drove past magical Touch on Sunday, May 31, or at least what used to be Magical Touch. There was no sign in the front and there were ladders and other stuff inside and it looked like the space was being refinished, so I guess MT is closed permanently. If not, I'm open to correction. At the same time Tokyo wa closed (only open Mon-Sat) and Route 1 was obviously open.[/QUOTE]What ladders and other stuff are you talking about? We moved next door to suite 207 well over a year ago and if you didn't catch that we moved then you should have caught that when you opened the double doors before you get into the place that said suite 207.
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