The Sale of Two Titties (Part 1 & 2)
While why'all have been queueing up at the apiary establishment, I had a couple liaisons with YoYo (29,5'2', 105) at the Pink Rose in PC. (These were both in October.).
Visit #1: EPIC EVENT: Paid standard fee upfront for an hour (normal rates + tip for FS so we don't have to break the vibe with negotiations, usually around $$ total). She's always very friendly and her English is getting better. I opt for a soft touch massage because apparently I'm a pussy and I'm tired of these chicks ripping me apart (If I want a real massage, I'll call your sister.) A few moments of relaxation and small talk, then "turn over, baby". Now, I'm so comfortable with YoYo that I'm usually fully flaccid on the flip, but it doesn't take her long to get me excited. But Tonight, my friends, I was a GOD. In full salute like an Easter Island statue, she acknowledged she was impressed by my 15 cm display of engorged manhood (sounds bigger in metrics, eh governor? Off comes the teddy and those beautiful natural C's beckon me. She has a bit of a routine, but it works for me. Mammary massage of my manhood, body slides (no oil, her skin is amazing), cover application by mouth, good oral for at least 5 minutes while my hands explore, then she saddles up cowgirl, allowing me to enjoy those lovebags like I'm kneading sourdough. Usually this does it for me after a few minutes, especially when she shifts into squatting cowgirl so I can watch everything. But I could tell this was one of those nights I was in a zone. I had the MOJO. Cap'and Happy was like "It's been a while, Dawg, let's see what she can do!" So it was GO TIME. So after a few minutes, I tapped her on her perfect (Asian) ass, she hopped right off and assumed doggy, I grabbed those little hips and she said some things in Mandarin and got louder, and Oh Look, there's a mirror in front of us! We're watching each other and burning calories and sweating out rice balls and fish sauce. She's fondling the boys from underneath while I'm reaching around her back for two heavy handfuls of Hanoi heaven. Ten minutes later, another tap of the hip and she flips right over on her back, "FOOK ME" "YES MA'AM" and it's sweaty exhaustive mish, the kind you had your freshman year of college, and my thumb is working the button and she declares that she is coming and I encourage her, and she GRINDS into me and shudders (if it was fake, I don't care, it was Streep-level acting). And so about five minutes after that I feel like my spank bank is full for now, and I release so hard, her sister in Nanjing got pregnant. We catch our breath for a few, then she jumps into the cleanup routine, and I collapse back onto the table / bed / fuckslab. Hot towel to clean up, and she's kinda lovey-dovey and saying stuff like "Wow! You really did well! I came! Sank you!" And I'm like "Got any Twinkies or Gatorade er something" and she instead sat at the head of the table and gave me a head massage for about 12 minutes while we made small talk. Then it was time, we went over by 5-10 minutes, cold mini-water, helped me get dressed (tied my shoes, straightened the collar, etc.) and out I went. Felt like a million bucks, impressed myself with this rush of stamina (wish it was more predictable) and found me some goddamn Twinkies. (10/10).
Visit#2: A few weeks after visit #1, I call rather late (9-ish) on a Friday night, it's Yo-Yo again, I ask if she has an hour, she says can you come tomorrow morning, I said no I'm traveling in the morning, Oh well, see you when I get back in a month. She calls back a minute later, asks me to come at 1030 tonight. Sweeeeet. I play Pokemon Go for an hour and get there about 1040 p, door is still unlocked. Bing Bongggg. (she calls out "helloooo" from far behind the door, I respond "hellooooo" and then I hear another male voice behind the door. I've said it here before, I'm sure most of you mongers are like me (strikingly handsome men with perfectly sculpted cocks) but I have ZERO desire to cross paths with you. I don't even want to make eye contact. So I'm like fuhhhhck. So after what seems a full minute, I'm about to call out "You're busy, catcha next time" and she opens the door. Sweet greeting, gentle hug, all the niceties, I don't hear or see anyone else, so OK, I go in, and she leads me to the first door on the left and deposits me, and says she'll be right back. There's a security monitor that shows four views from cameras in the hallway, lobby, and outside. So I watch her go down the hallway and she disappears into a side door. Seconds later, I see on the monitor some white dude with a baseball cap and a beer bottle comes walking down the hallway. I quickly re-button my pants, grab my shirt, and brace myself in case he opens the door to my room, because if he does, there's going to be no conversation, I'm going to Roll Tide right through him and out the front door. But he walks past my door and into the lobby, and out the front door. Yoyo comes in shortly, I'm thinking OK, just a monger who thought he was the last visit of the night, but I guess that's me. I get more comfy, hand over my fee, and begin to disrobe. She leaves to do her own prep, and as I'm getting comfortable on the table, here comes Jethro and his Bud Light down the hallway again. Goddammit. I hear them speak in quiet tones, then she comes back into the room, but I never saw him leave. I'm not a shy man, but I decided not to ask and just let things proceed. We go through the routine we've done many times before, but now I'm not making small talk because I'm listening for anything unusual. She leaves once during the soft-touch, goes into the back, speaks with him again, then goes up front and turns off the OPEN sign and locks the door, then returns to the room. We finish the tickle-massage, go thru the same routine outlined in visit #1, only this time I'm done in 90 seconds. YoYo is surprised, "How come not like last time?" "I guess I'm just not feeling it. " Quick cleanup, she asks how long I'll be out of town, I said "quite a while" and leave wondering if I'll ever be going back there again. (3/10).
She's a great provider, one of the best I've had in 30+ years in the hobby, but I can't abide some dude just walking around while I'm guh-banging his gurl. So Jethro, if you're on this forum and reading this, sorry brother, no offense to you at all, I'm just saying a lot of mongers can't have the BF hanging around. It'll hurt her earnings; it certainly won't help her earnings.
P.S. Jethro, visit #1? Absolutely happened just as I described. .
Dam good report Rod Stewart
I saw the size of this thing and thought shit, someone's been firing shots of JDaniels and doing some marching powder. Frigging greatest report ever. Even the title has class with the play on a "Tale of two cities". I loved that book. Dude I hung on every word. It was so sculpted, enticing, and finale building, well shit I thought I might have to run to a corner and beat the bishop sideways. Rock on dude. My spirit has been lifted.
Thanks for the laugh & report
[QUOTE=RodStewart;7115588]You described Yoyo well (physically), surprised she had a bad attitude. I was there (Pink Rose) Friday afternoon because Yoyo has asked me to try the other girl before, her name is Mia. I set it up on the phone, so I hadn't laid eyes upon Mia yet. I should have.
Yoyo put me in the room, said Mia had just gone shopping and would be back in one minute. About two minutes later, Mia pops her head in, says "Helllooooo" with a smile, she was 35-40,5'0", 150-160, with a tire around the middle. I immediately knew I was going to TOFTT. She looked like she was in scrubs. I said I gave the house fee to Yoyo, she said OK I be right back and left. I waited until she returned before I disrobed, maybe hoping. Nope, door opens and it's her again. OK, let's do this. I strip, nude dude lays prone on the table, she asks medium or hard, I'm like how about the softest medium, I know about you angry Asian chicks. Massage was not too bad, a little pointy on the elbows, but it was OK. No small talk. Thirty minutes and the "hot" towel that was faucet warm at best. "You OK? You flip now. " I flip, I'm as soft as overcooked pasta. "What you want?" And I don't have to think too hard about it, I'm like Dan Campbell: I don't care the yardage or the score, it's 4th down and I'm going for it. "Boom boom. " (Usually, I pay Yoyo everything up front, but because Yoyo brought me in and took the house fee, I got to do the payment part now, which I hate.) I count out seven 20's, my usual for Boom Boom. She takes and leaves. I lay back down on the slab. I look down at my little buddy. He's not just soft, he's taking a fucking nap. I look to the mirror to my left. I think I've gained weight. I'll probably grab a salad on the way home, maybe play some Fallout. If it's not dark out, maybe I'll take a walk in the Kiwanis Park. The weather has been beauti. Door swings open, jarring me back to the moment. This is how NOT into this I was. The troll takes off everything from the waist down, leave her shirt on and lifts her bra over her tits. While she's doing this, she looks at me and says "140? For boom boom?" and gives me a shameful look. I look right back at her and say "That's right, 140 for boom boom. " This is going swimmingly. Decent boobs, nice nipples, so I concentrate on those while she wakes up the bishop from his slumber. Semi-rigid after 5 minutes, the cover goes on, she does a couple minutes of L2 that's promising and gets me to where we need to be. Then she motions that it's going to be mish. I agree that's probably the only acceptable option. Unkempt landscaping but clean. Had plenty of space to park the car, so it took about 15 minutes to unload the passengers. She was eyes closed and head to her left the entire time, expressionless. I think we were both exhausted with the charade, she cleaned me up and I was getting dressed as soon as she left the room. She reappeared and asked if I wanted a water, Nah Dawg, I'm good. Out the door. (2/10).
Biff makes a fair observation. Everyone is going to have their own unique experience with any given provider. For me, Yoyo is one of my all time faves, but she checks about 9 out of 10 boxes for me. He's had better at Blue Ocean, that makes me want to maybe swing by and check that out the next time I'm bored in SRQ. I'm a fiend for a good 69, so when I read about that, I usually try to check that out (There was a young spinner at Caring before their brief shutdown called Crystal, she would jump right into the 69 without even warning me, I held her there for 20 minutes and went full Zombie on that little pussy, I was in heaven). We all know the menus we like to order from; if you like slim 29 yo Asians with great natural heavies, Yoyo might be your thing.
But Mia is probably nobody's thing. Unless you like an OK medium massage-by-elbow and probably some decent L2.
(BTW, I'm sure you senior members know this, but for the youngin's: The providers read these forums. And they will approach you, phone-in-hand, if you write something they don't like. You should still be honest here, just expect to be called out on the next visit, or go elsewhere for a while. I probably won't be back to Pink Rose, because she'll want to talk about this. And I don't want to talk. I want to Boom Boom with that hentai body she brought with her from the East.) Peace, stay safe.[/QUOTE]That was a great read and funny, thanks for the laugh.
Naples is dead. For now at least
[QUOTE=BiffButthead;7109522]I was in Naples last week and stopped in a few places to see what the scene is;.
Of the six places I stopped at, four were shut down, on (Happy Feet Relaxing) didn't seem to have the right 'vibe' for extras, and the last one seemed accommodating but with her looks should be paying ME for the extras.[/QUOTE]My pool guys says that all his go-to places are closed now. Some have a "Spa" sign added and some other are refactoring to legit. Yeah right! But there is UTR I am sure, just not at Happy Feet. Regardless, you would not want anything from those brawny gals! LOL! Unless you are into pegging! No thank you. Jokes aside, HF is fully legit as far as the pool guy says.