The usual vacillation: deal with today's tension build-up by visiting a tried and proven lady or take a chance on someone new? After a few hours of mulling over the pros and cons I opt for someone new but at a tried and proven place with a $.5 all-inclusive.
The boss himself is at the reception. He leads me to a remarkably comfy and nicely painted room which, in addition to a shower, has an extra-wide massage table, a couch, a bathrobe and other paraphernalia, including a large mirror on one side of the table.
I ask to see the ladies prior to taking my shower. The first I get to see is Anita, and I tell the boss no need to bring anyone else: she's the personification of Thai loveliness.
And Anita doesn't just look the part of a sweet young Asian woman (she's 26), she also delivers the goods in an affectionate yet uninhibited way. It's hard for me to believe when she says today's her first day at this job—but whether it's true or not, I don't care; I've learnt to accept women's penchant for harmless lies.
She's delighted to put on the stockings I brought and, checking herself out in the mirror, says she feels sexy in them. On my request she starts by putting oil on Tantalizeme jr. to get him to spread his wings fully.
We lie down next to each other, engaging in mutual erotic touch. She's open to LFK and seems to like DATY. Her pussy hair is trimmed short (though shaving it smooth would further enhance its appeal for me).
When the poignant moment of penetrating this radiantly sensuous beauty arrives I'm totally fired up. She's lovely in all positions. We sustain CG for quite a while; in fact, she softly says she actually made herself come that way (again, I take this kind of claim with a grain of salt—but it's nice to fantasize at least the possibility of it having happened).
Midway I change condoms and decide to test out her CBJ. It's a bit tentative at first, but she readily accepts instruction about holding the rod with a firm hand and moving her mouth in synchronicity with her hand.
When I ask if she likes to fuck, she answers that she loves making a man come—and this time I fully believe her.
I let myself explode in mish with her thighs squeezed together. After a quick shower I ask for a massage to use up my time, and she climbs on my back and applies very decent pressure. She's also willing to share a bit about her life, in English that's way more fluent than is usual at AMPs.
Honestly, I'm trying not to be sentimental about pooning, but someone like Anita elicits feelings in me that go well beyond a pleasurable tingle in my groin. Here's someone clearly not yet hard-edged, but sweetly vulnerable.
I don't think even the most high-class escort could give me a better experience than I just enjoyed. A woman like Anita clinches my decision: rather than buying a fancier car or apartment, I'll keep investing my disposable cash in pooning.
The boss himself is at the reception. He leads me to a remarkably comfy and nicely painted room which, in addition to a shower, has an extra-wide massage table, a couch, a bathrobe and other paraphernalia, including a large mirror on one side of the table.
I ask to see the ladies prior to taking my shower. The first I get to see is Anita, and I tell the boss no need to bring anyone else: she's the personification of Thai loveliness.
And Anita doesn't just look the part of a sweet young Asian woman (she's 26), she also delivers the goods in an affectionate yet uninhibited way. It's hard for me to believe when she says today's her first day at this job—but whether it's true or not, I don't care; I've learnt to accept women's penchant for harmless lies.
She's delighted to put on the stockings I brought and, checking herself out in the mirror, says she feels sexy in them. On my request she starts by putting oil on Tantalizeme jr. to get him to spread his wings fully.
We lie down next to each other, engaging in mutual erotic touch. She's open to LFK and seems to like DATY. Her pussy hair is trimmed short (though shaving it smooth would further enhance its appeal for me).
When the poignant moment of penetrating this radiantly sensuous beauty arrives I'm totally fired up. She's lovely in all positions. We sustain CG for quite a while; in fact, she softly says she actually made herself come that way (again, I take this kind of claim with a grain of salt—but it's nice to fantasize at least the possibility of it having happened).
Midway I change condoms and decide to test out her CBJ. It's a bit tentative at first, but she readily accepts instruction about holding the rod with a firm hand and moving her mouth in synchronicity with her hand.
When I ask if she likes to fuck, she answers that she loves making a man come—and this time I fully believe her.
I let myself explode in mish with her thighs squeezed together. After a quick shower I ask for a massage to use up my time, and she climbs on my back and applies very decent pressure. She's also willing to share a bit about her life, in English that's way more fluent than is usual at AMPs.
Honestly, I'm trying not to be sentimental about pooning, but someone like Anita elicits feelings in me that go well beyond a pleasurable tingle in my groin. Here's someone clearly not yet hard-edged, but sweetly vulnerable.
I don't think even the most high-class escort could give me a better experience than I just enjoyed. A woman like Anita clinches my decision: rather than buying a fancier car or apartment, I'll keep investing my disposable cash in pooning.