New AMP Enthusiast Thanks the Board
So, I've been away from the game for a long time (for happy reasons) and only recently returned. The percentage of providers who are fakes or flakes is staggering. Threw out lines to 6 this morning, heard back from two one of them over 7 hours later, and the other one, after agreeing to a late afternoon meet, apparently thought we were meeting on a different day. Really? Those who aren't fakes or flakes are deluded about the net present value of what they're sitting on.
So that's when I took your sage advice and headed for Milk. No schedule, no endless rounds of texting, just drive in and dive in.
As a longtime chronicler of life's rich pageant, I had done my homework and RTFF deeply. Some of the most recent posts about Milk concern a young woman of sporting morality by the name of Erica. Kiko greeted me (kinda grumpily actually) and opened the portal to paradise. Then she introduced my attendant Erica.
Ding-ding-ding, the wheels of the slot machine of life lined up triple cherries. She's f'and gorgeous. I've resisted the AMP because I'm not that taken with Asian ladies. Not that some of them aren't pretty, they are. Just not my flavor of coffee. Erica swept all of that away in a nanosecond. For those of you not familiar, Erica is about 5'3" ish, with a perfectly, and I do mean perfectly, shaped figure. Some aftermarket equipment (I'd guess about 36 C) up top, shapely legs, an athlete's hips and a very pretty, if atypical, Asian face.
So, from there, the usual script was played out. She told me to get comfortable and disappeared, reappearing to lead me to the table shower. Face down, great massage / scrub interspersed with lightly biting / sucking my legs, back and buns. Some reaching behind to lube the undercarriage. Then a long nuru slide.
Erica's voice is high-pitched and she's a little giggly. She hummed happily throughout the encounter. She flipped me over and repeated the process, pausing to point at her headlights and asking what we call them in English. The word "boobies" got her giggling. Then she demonstrated her kung-fu grip, using both hands to test the resiliency of my bo staff. A quick rinse, dried me off and headed for the room.
In the room she put me face down and began another massage, complete with the sucking action. On the flip, she brought her newly named boobies up and moaned a bit as I taste tested the teats. She slid back down and sucked me all the way into her mouth. Now we're getting somewhere. She tried hard to swallow me whole, but insisted I was too big. For the record, I do not wear a Magnum, but I suppose compared to her hamster-hung boyfriends back in Beijing, it may have looked imposing. To an ant, the grasshopper is an immense beast. I helped her along by grabbing her head (gently) and pushing up and most of it did disappear.
I reached over and pulled on her leg and she got the hint. "You want kiss me?" Indeed I did. She swung around to park her beautiful butt in my face and happily went back to bobbing and humming while I played nik-nak on her paddy whack with my tongue. She seemed to appreciate the effort. I did reach up to probe the opening with my fingers which were instantly and firmly redirected; there would be no plumbing the depths of her canyon. And I really wanted to feel that thing.
Erica looked back over her shoulder and asked, "You want fuck me?
Now that's a stumper. Did I? Did I want to? I expected her to hop up on her knees and plunge down, but instead she rolled over on her back and helped me off the table. Which was fine, because cowgirl is nice and all, but not my favorite. Instead we went to standing mish with her ass at the edge of the table. That gave me a commanding view of the field of play, with the twin pitcher's mounds sloping southward toward the goal, which was screened by a light flocking of foliage. Despite being denied the opportunity to properly survey the area earlier, my sensor was able to determine that, yes, the tunnel was tight and it seemed to be flooded as well. Erica's use of body English to impart some spin was delightful.
That went on for a bit, with lots of moaning (performative or otherwise) until I eventually turned her over for some standing doggie. Then the cover came off, Erica dropped to her knees and eagerly accepted my tribute. With most of the proceeds decorating her face, I managed to stuff the nozzle back in her mouth and grabbed her head, making sure the last drops went deep, where they were most needed.
And that was it. She cleaned me up with a washcloth, we each dressed and after a few more hugs and light kisses, I was on my way.
As the esteemed Zen master, Ho-Li Chit, once said "Only two kind pussy: Good pussy and great pussy. " This was great pussy. A beautiful girl with a joyous, cheerful attitude (I mean she was humming while giving a hummer for chrissakes) and the skills to make me weak in the knees. The only nit that some of you persnickety pounders might pick was that I felt a little bit of teeth during the oral arguments. And that's a mandatory one-point deduction according to the rules.
On my way out, Kiko held the door and said, "You come back, try different girl. We have new girl all the time. ".
Not on your life Kiko. I know that a sample size of exactly one is no way to gauge where a given participant stands in a field of contestants but D-Dam! I'm not sure it CAN get any better than that. Or, as my Zen master pal says, "Ho-Li Chit. ".
Thank you for your guidance guys. Much appreciated.