These Chicks Are Well Known Scam Artists
[QUOTE=JakeB69;1683191]Why would you review and recommend a massage provider who only gives a massage on this site? And with an ad so misleading in content as well as placement-it really pisses me off! Purposely creating the impression that you will deliver something in order to charge higher prices then not delivering the implied product / service is fraud. Certainly, that isn't actionable is this situation with an illegal service-but they are cheats just the same. Worse. And they should not get a good review to help reward their misdeeds.[/QUOTE]JakeB: I feel the pain LOL! But that is whay this forum is so valuable; they have been well reviewed / discussed regarding their service or LACK of service. They work under the guise that they are practicing for a LMT license under a real practioner. Who the fuck knows but I am not paying 100 bucks for that bullshit.
Ashley. Bodies Needed Limited time
Ashley told me that this Friday will be her last day in this area for several weeks. I hope she comes back, but you never know. If you have any interest in a meeting, book now.
[url]http://nashville.backpage.com/BodyRubs/bodies-needed-24/7066764[/url]
TOFTT I can feel ya there
[QUOTE=RichardHead57;1684228]I texted and haven't had the time to follow up with a phone call to schedule. She seemed pretty adamant in her response about no texts so I assume there is a menu and a happy time to be had with her. If you take the plunge, please review. I just had a terrible TOFFT (review posted recently) and still need some recovery time before I get back on the TOFFT horse again.[/QUOTE]I was doing that for about a month and reached a point where I got sick of it. Took me 4 months to get back on that horse. Who was it that was the terrible TOFTT? You can PM it to me, want to make sure I stay away.
Tantra Goddess you will be e missed
O Goddess! Hear these tuneless numbers, wrung.
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung.
Even into thine own soft-conched ear:
Surely I dreamt today, or did I see.
The winged Psyche with awakened eyes?
I wandered in a forest thoughtlessly,
And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,
Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side.
In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof.
Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran.
A brooklet, scarce espied:
'Mid hushed, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed,
Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian,
They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass;
Their arms embraced, and their pinions too;
Their lips touched not, but had not bade adieu,
As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber,
And ready still past kisses to outnumber.
At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love:
The winged boy I knew;
But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove?
His Psyche true!
O latest born and loveliest vision far.
Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy!
Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-regioned star,
Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none,
Nor altar heaped with flowers;
Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan.
Upon the midnight hours;
No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet.
From chain-swung censer teeming;
No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat.
Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming.
O brightest! Though too late for antique vows,
Too, too late for the fond believing lyre,
When holy were the haunted forest boughs,
Holy the air, the water, and the fire;
Yet even in these days so far retired.
From happy pieties, thy lucent fans,
Fluttering among the faint Olympians,
I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired.
So let me be thy choir, and make a moan.
Upon the midnight hours;
Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet.
From swinged censer teeming;
Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat.
Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming.
Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane.
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:
Far, far around shall those dark-clustered trees.
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
The moss-lain dryads shall be lulled to sleep;
And in the midst of this wide quietness.
A rosy sanctuary will I dress.
With the wreathed trellis of a working brain,
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign,
Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same:
And there shall be for thee all soft delight.
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!
The stars aligned (or maybe it was my skillz)
And I introduced one of the hot boro massage girls to the next level. Oops! It's about time one of these girls offered something more than a lame massage. I went in with my game face on. Trusted PM for details.
(to the jingle of the 7 dwarves)
Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to Murfreesboro I go. One of the girls gave up the gold, hi ho! Hi ho! She took my bills and then my dong. It started with mish and followed with doggy. She was so turned on her panties were soggy. Hi ho! Hi ho! To bang bang bang bang bang bang. It ain't no trick to let it go quick, if you bang bang bang with your stick. Hi ho! Hi ho!
