Saw this ad a while ago and finally pulled the trigger last Thursday night after a couple of beers. God, when the little head takes over...
Texted and called back and forth on Thursday. Asked about the price (180) a little more than I wanted to spend but I was at the W at Bway/46th having a cocktail and it turns out her place is close by so I saunter over. It's her in the photo, but have to make like 3 phone calls to get the address. She charges 220 for fetish and bondage sessions but I wasnt that drunk.
I disrobe, leave the cash on her dresser (she's in a 5 story walkup, getting painted and there's dust in the hallway...oh and did I mention 2 cats?) I'm about to leave when she says please here's a Claritin (I shit you not). So I jump in the shower and lay down on a makeshift massage table. Now she gets nude, but doesn't allow mutual touching, go figure.
The hot stone massage is really relaxing (by now the alcohol is kicking in) and I'm feeling good, and I'm relaxed. After a while she turns me over and throws some latex gloves on (I hate getting a handy with gloves). but she's lubed up and massaging the prostate and I'm feeling very good. I grab her foot and she starts to laugh. I let go and she says I'm really ticklish. I tell her well, I have to grab something and you wont let me grab any of the fun parts. So she lets me touch her a bit as I explode all over her.
Full hour all in, I leave relaxed, but pissed at myself that I allowed the little head to do all the thinking (again).