[QUOTE=Misterm407;5180644]Dunno what to say, other than I saw her a few days ago. Maybe she's got stuff going on?[/QUOTE]I PM'd her on the Site and got her digits, texted her and received a short "who's this" but nothing after.
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[QUOTE=Misterm407;5180644]Dunno what to say, other than I saw her a few days ago. Maybe she's got stuff going on?[/QUOTE]I PM'd her on the Site and got her digits, texted her and received a short "who's this" but nothing after.
So today after work I swung by my friends house and was bullshitting with him then we drove up to the store and back, on the way back to his place I noticed a young WSW in a black hoodie and she made eye contact with the traditional head nod but I didn't partake then while back at my buddy's house I saw 2 different one's walk by, a late 30's and maybe a mid twenties all three looked good but my buddy doesn't know that I dabble in the hobbies, this was in Deland senior members may pm me and I will give you the exact area.
The wee lass lays naked and prone upon the couch. I'm straddling her thighs, trying to salvage the evening by rubbing one off on her backside. The casual observer may well wonder why the shaft in my palm isn't inside Kimber. Fair question. All I can say is, you'd had to be there. While her skin remains milky white and clean as the driven snow, the gorgeous body I'd admired on my past three visits has been replaced by thinner, more emaciated version. But this isn't why I'm stroking Mr. Thomas over her bare posterior. The real reason is because I've just received an absurdly rushed CBJ, rushed CFS where the fake orgasms were perfectly cringe-worthy, and rushed HJ, all in the span of six or seven minutes. Now, through my own agency and aided by visual beneath me, I teeter on the edge of climax when there's a sudden knock upon her hotel room door.
"And there it is" I sigh. "What?" asks Kimber. "The other shoe," I grouse. "That's my Door Dash," she corrects. Silly me. I'd reckoned it was the big lad in the black leather jacket and Coolio braids I'd passed in the hall, now delivering the get-the-fuck-out knock. But the wee lass isn't making an effort to get to the door, so I concentrate hard and am somehow able to unload as planned; I wipe the evidence from her backside and she scurries off to answer the door in her birthday suit. I am washing up in the bathroom when I hear another woman's voice talking with Kimber. Huh, it really is Door Dash. I'm still convinced the timing was planned though. You know, cuz when a mofo only drop a benny for a qwickie...
I dress, say my adieus, and show myself out. While exiting the fairly upscale hotel, I spy Coolio smoking on the sidewalk ahead. "Your food's here," I offer helpfully. My new friend grunts in my direction and turns his attention back to his phone. In fairness, I don't know that this gentleman belongs to Kimber, just the balance of probability as it were.
Well, there it is lads; my fourth and final playdate with wee Kimber. I say final because, while I like the lass and still think she's a sweetheart, her performance no longer meets my minimum threshold for customer service, and her once lithe, shapely figure now has a skeletal quality ill-suited to naked full-contact snooker. Your experience may vary.
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Thanks for the entertaining report. She was on my to "DO" list, but now the back end of my #2 pencil eradicated that. Its a shame, as virtually all the girls in this business sooner or later falls from grace. This is another reason why I tend to veer toward the more mature providers, and often they have escaped the grip and lure of the candy man. You had me going there for a second, as I thought you were competing with my NO_Nut report.
[QUOTE=JoshuaFalken;5215636]The wee lass lays naked and prone upon the couch. I'm straddling her thighs, trying to salvage the evening by rubbing one off on her backside. The casual observer may well wonder why the shaft in my palm isn't inside Kimber. Fair question. All I can say is, you'd had to be there. While her skin remains milky white and clean as the driven snow, the gorgeous body I'd admired on my past three visits has been replaced by thinner, more emaciated version. But this isn't why I'm stroking Mr. Thomas over her bare posterior. The real reason is because I've just received an absurdly rushed CBJ, rushed CFS where the fake orgasms were perfectly cringe-worthy, and rushed HJ, all in the span of six or seven minutes. Now, through my own agency and aided by visual beneath me, I teeter on the edge of climax when there's a sudden knock upon her hotel room door.
"And there it is" I sigh. "What?" asks Kimber. "The other shoe," I grouse. "That's my Door Dash," she corrects. Silly me. I'd reckoned it was the big lad in the black leather jacket and Coolio braids I'd passed in the hall, now delivering the get-the-fuck-out knock. But the wee lass isn't making an effort to get to the door, so I concentrate hard and am somehow able to unload as planned; I wipe the evidence from her backside and she scurries off to answer the door in her birthday suit. I am washing up in the bathroom when I hear another woman's voice talking with Kimber. Huh, it really is Door Dash. I'm still convinced the timing was planned though. You know, cuz when a mofo only drop a benny for a qwickie...
I dress, say my adieus, and show myself out. While exiting the fairly upscale hotel, I spy Coolio smoking on the sidewalk ahead. "Your food's here," I offer helpfully. My new friend grunts in my direction and turns his attention back to his phone. In fairness, I don't know that this gentleman belongs to Kimber, just the balance of probability as it were.
Well, there it is lads; my fourth and final playdate with wee Kimber. I say final because, while I like the lass and still think she's a sweetheart, her performance no longer meets my minimum threshold for customer service, and her once lithe, shapely figure now has a skeletal quality ill-suited to naked full-contact snooker. Your experience may vary.
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[QUOTE=NewAgain;5216002]Thanks for the entertaining report. She was on my to "DO" list, but now the back end of my #2 pencil eradicated that. Its a shame, as virtually all the girls in this business sooner or later falls from grace. This is another reason why I tend to veer toward the more mature providers, and often they have escaped the grip and lure of the candy man. You had me going there for a second, as I thought you were competing with my NO_Nut report.[/QUOTE]It's like that old saw. Fast, high quality, low cost ...pick two. But for us it's more like safety, beauty, skill, attitude, price ...pick three.
Compete with a Nu report? Good Sir, the forum would fall, lol!
[B]Unrelated:[/B] Is it weird that I prefer posting down here in the User Blogs? I don't know, it just feels a little more chill down here for some reason, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of Escort, Massage, and Streetwalker Reports.
I mean sure, the Dirtona blog, den of vitriol, introspection, and pointlessness, erupts every now and again. Temperatures there are rising even now. But it's still always pretty tame. Doesn't hold a candle to The Rat Trap, that's for damn sure.
I can't really describe how I feel about that line dividing the threads from the User Blogs. Like up there its all commuter trains and trading floors while down here it's chaise lounges and smoking jackets. Okay, I hear it now.
Yeah, it's weird.
After a few texts back and forth this one went silent on me.
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[QUOTE=Sparky61;5224813]After a few texts back and forth this one went silent on me.
[URL]https://daytona.skipthegames.com/female-escorts/caucasian_w/one-night-only-valentines-da/686744381651[/URL][/QUOTE]Fixed your link mate.
A certain bratty UTR has just gone to ground and I don't mind. Ember Rain's ads have been tugging at my heartstrings lately so I'm happy to give her a shout in lieu of my skinny brat.
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Ember responds at once, informing me she's only doing headache relief car dates just now; a fact I had already gleaned from her ad. I query for her donation and receive a "60" in response. [I]So far so good[/I] I muse. I politely inquire if "cimws" is on tonight's menu. A lovely little ping soon announces her reply. It's a "Yes," and now the game's afoot.
Thirty minutes on and I'm parked in a secluded corner of her DeLand neighborhood as bidden. I'm leaning against my car checking messages when the lass materializes out of the foggy woods like a apparition in dark sweatpants and hoodie. We startle each other and laugh. It turns out that sharing a laugh is a pretty good ice breaker, and we continue to chat amicably for a bit before I don my mask and we hop in the back. She asks if I have the donation which I hand over, good-humouredly entreating her not to dash on me. "Don't worry," she laughs. "I'm way too lazy for that".
Needing no further encouragement, I unzip and lay back while the lass goes straight to work. The quality of the blowjob is first rate, though I'm ambivalent to the excessive slurping; you 'sloppy top' lads will love this one. We're about four or five classic rock songs in when I notice signs of mouth fatigue. I tell her she's welcome to switch to a handy when she turns it back on me. "I want you to do it," she purrs, and I don't need to be told twice. I rest one hand at the back of her head while stroking myself with the other; the lass holding the tip fast between her lips while humming and nodding encouragement. Moments later and I'm bursting in her mouth, and not a single drop makes it past those supple pouty lips.
I remain reclined and immobilized while the lass dons any garments she'd shed. I sincerely thank her for a great time and slip her another twenty. The lass gratefully pockets the bill, entreating me to hit her up anytime. "I'll always take your call before anyone else" she promises. Finally, a lass who knows the magic words! I offer to drive her home but the she insists upon walking, and moments later disappears once more amongst the trees.
On a completely unrelated note, I wonder if Ember Rain is short for November Rain. Speaking of clever wordplay, I love that her name is an anagram of "Ermine Bra".
Cheers,
Hale Sofa Junk
[QUOTE=JoshuaFalken;5240292]A certain bratty UTR has just gone to ground and I don't mind. Ember Rain's ads have been tugging at my heartstrings lately so I'm happy to give her a shout in lieu of my skinny brat.
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Ember responds at once, informing me she's only doing headache relief car dates just now; a fact I had already gleaned from her ad. I query for her donation and receive a "60" in response. [I]So far so good[/I] I muse. I politely inquire if "cimws" is on tonight's menu. A lovely little ping soon announces her reply. It's a "Yes," and now the game's afoot.
Thirty minutes on and I'm parked in a secluded corner of her DeLand neighborhood as bidden. I'm leaning against my car checking messages when the lass materializes out of the foggy woods like a apparition in dark sweatpants and hoodie. We startle each other and laugh. It turns out that sharing a laugh is a pretty good ice breaker, and we continue to chat amicably for a bit before I don my mask and we hop in the back. She asks if I have the donation which I hand over, good-humouredly entreating her not to dash on me. "Don't worry," she laughs. "I'm way too lazy for that".
Needing no further encouragement, I unzip and lay back while the lass goes straight to work. The quality of the blowjob is first rate, though I'm ambivalent to the excessive slurping; you 'sloppy top' lads will love this one. We're about four or five classic rock songs in when I notice signs of mouth fatigue. I tell her she's welcome to switch to a handy when she turns it back on me. "I want you to do it," she purrs, and I don't need to be told twice. I rest one hand at the back of her head while stroking myself with the other; the lass holding the tip fast between her lips while humming and nodding encouragement. Moments later and I'm bursting in her mouth, and not a single drop makes it past those supple pouty lips.
I remain reclined and immobilized while the lass dons any garments she'd shed. I sincerely thank her for a great time and slip her another twenty. The lass gratefully pockets the bill, entreating me to hit her up anytime. "I'll always take your call before anyone else" she promises. Finally, a lass who knows the magic words! I offer to drive her home but the she insists upon walking, and moments later disappears once more amongst the trees.
On a completely unrelated note, I wonder if Ember Rain is short for November Rain. Speaking of clever wordplay, I love that her name is an anagram of "Ermine Bra".
Cheers,
Hale Sofa Junk[/QUOTE]Great read and nice review, I will add her to my go to list.
[QUOTE=JoshuaFalken;5240292]A certain bratty UTR has just gone to ground and I don't mind. Ember Rain's ads have been tugging at my heartstrings lately so I'm happy to give her a shout in lieu of my skinny brat.
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Ember responds at once, informing me she's only doing headache relief car dates just now; a fact I had already gleaned from her ad. I query for her donation and receive a "60" in response. [I]So far so good[/I] I muse. I politely inquire if "cimws" is on tonight's menu. A lovely little ping soon announces her reply. It's a "Yes," and now the game's afoot.
Thirty minutes on and I'm parked in a secluded corner of her DeLand neighborhood as bidden. I'm leaning against my car checking messages when the lass materializes out of the foggy woods like a apparition in dark sweatpants and hoodie. We startle each other and laugh. It turns out that sharing a laugh is a pretty good ice breaker, and we continue to chat amicably for a bit before I don my mask and we hop in the back. She asks if I have the donation which I hand over, good-humouredly entreating her not to dash on me. "Don't worry," she laughs. "I'm way too lazy for that".
Needing no further encouragement, I unzip and lay back while the lass goes straight to work. The quality of the blowjob is first rate, though I'm ambivalent to the excessive slurping; you 'sloppy top' lads will love this one. We're about four or five classic rock songs in when I notice signs of mouth fatigue. I tell her she's welcome to switch to a handy when she turns it back on me. "I want you to do it," she purrs, and I don't need to be told twice. I rest one hand at the back of her head while stroking myself with the other; the lass holding the tip fast between her lips while humming and nodding encouragement. Moments later and I'm bursting in her mouth, and not a single drop makes it past those supple pouty lips.
I remain reclined and immobilized while the lass dons any garments she'd shed. I sincerely thank her for a great time and slip her another twenty. The lass gratefully pockets the bill, entreating me to hit her up anytime. "I'll always take your call before anyone else" she promises. Finally, a lass who knows the magic words! I offer to drive her home but the she insists upon walking, and moments later disappears once more amongst the trees.
On a completely unrelated note, I wonder if Ember Rain is short for November Rain. Speaking of clever wordplay, I love that her name is an anagram of "Ermine Bra".
Cheers,
Hale Sofa Junk[/QUOTE]Good post! Thanks.
[QUOTE=Lenny707;5240847]Good post! Thanks.[/QUOTE]Tried to contact her a few times. But no response.
[QUOTE=EroticM;5240959]Tried to contact her a few times. But no response.[/QUOTE]Tried to set something up with her, we texted back and forth. Honestly, I stopped fooling around in my car about 30 years ago.
[QUOTE=GiantsLife;5240590]Great read and nice review, I will add her to my go to list.[/QUOTE]Like it was mentioned before in the nice review of her. I am not good at making long reviews but I can tell you that she is very accommodating and easy going. She is cool and does not mind when she takes it all in. I held her head with both hands and I was going at it in a very wet mouth. It's like you are with your gf. I'm not fan of car play but in the end it was great.
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[QUOTE=KreampieKing;5285767]Any info on this on is very much appreciated?
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