With flaccid penis, nary an erotic thought in my head and concerns about my next business appointment, I ring the doorbell at 112 Dryburgh St.
WTF am I doing?!
Its eleven in the morning. Im second guy through the door. Four girls working; one already in a booking.
Madam sits me down in the first room. I breath in the air. God! its a good old place the mighty 112. For me, it is just like a brothel should look. You cant beat a richly decorated old building with thick carpets, velvet drapes, crimson colours everywhere, creaky stairs, lumpy antique chairs, erotic paintings. AND NO STUPID POINTLESS RADIO!!!
The first girl comes in for the intro. Bingo! Now I remember why Im here. She shakes my hand, and opens her intro with: Im eighteen
I dont know whether to book her or send her to her room to do her homework. No!, too young!, too young!, too young!, But Im sure she has give a lot of men half my age, a trip to paradise.
Cocoa comes in, shakes my hand, oh, and shes curvy with a sensual mouth and black hair and with embers of coal for eyes. Yep, shell do.
But Madam comes in to tell me, you got one more to meet, wait a minute, shes still having breakfast! In comes Brooke, size 8, long blonde hair, perfect figure, late twenties. Takes my hand, sends electricity up my arm, down my back, round to my front, and straight to you know where. Laughs and says: Excuse the muesli breath.
Yeah, I can live with that.
Madam takes me to the back for the payment and its like Goldilocks and the 3 bears back there! Except theres 3 Goldilocks, and theyre all sitting in their sexy gear eating their breaky and reading the morning papers. Its so cute! I love it!!!!
Anyway, into the room, shower; then waiting, waiting, getting concerned about my next business appointment.
Brooke finally arrives.
Dont tell me. You had to finish your toast, right?
I need the stamina, she laughs.
Off come the clothes, except the heels.
Wow!!!! Just stand there for two minutes in that light, please! She does so.
I want to ask her to sit in the antique chair under the lamp stand and slowly open her legs for me. But I dont ask, and Im an idiot, because she is such a sweetie shed probably do it. Her gorgeous body in soft illumination as the yellow light falls across her skin.
I drink her in with my eyes for a couple of minutes.
Okay Muesli breath, I say slapping the bed, Lets get it on!
She entwines with me. Yum, oatmeal, my favourite.
I go down. She tastes gorgeous. But shes not getting into it.
Whats the matter Brooke?
You keep making me laugh, she says. I cant take this seriously. Here let me do you.
Are you sure? Because as long as Im down there dining on you I cant joke.
But shes already down there.
Now heres a sight I will never forget for the rest of my life. Brooke curled up between my legs deep throating me like a porn star.
Yikes, I say, imagine what you could do if you hadnt eaten.
She slaps me. Stop joking around.
Then she mounts me cowgirl.
I look in the mirror. God! she looks good on me. Better than any item of clothing I have ever bought.
Hubba, hubba! Its a nice ride. Her natural freckled tits are so firm and bouncy. Her hair falling around her face.
Must hear you breath.
Huh?
Get down here. Its my thing. Must hear you breath.
She falls forward, her beautiful hair over my face and her warm muesli, toasty, breath in my ear. Now if that aint a GFE, what is?
Now she is really getting into, but unfortunately Im getting into it even more, and.bingo! Party over. Ive shot so hard Ive taken myself by surprise and howl.
Wow, I say, I nearly came then.
She, kisses my brow. Youre a dickhead, she says gently.
Buzzer rings.
Sounds like your morning tea is ready, I say. Id better go.
Mental note to self: Go back for Cocoa.
WTF am I doing?!
Its eleven in the morning. Im second guy through the door. Four girls working; one already in a booking.
Madam sits me down in the first room. I breath in the air. God! its a good old place the mighty 112. For me, it is just like a brothel should look. You cant beat a richly decorated old building with thick carpets, velvet drapes, crimson colours everywhere, creaky stairs, lumpy antique chairs, erotic paintings. AND NO STUPID POINTLESS RADIO!!!
The first girl comes in for the intro. Bingo! Now I remember why Im here. She shakes my hand, and opens her intro with: Im eighteen
I dont know whether to book her or send her to her room to do her homework. No!, too young!, too young!, too young!, But Im sure she has give a lot of men half my age, a trip to paradise.
Cocoa comes in, shakes my hand, oh, and shes curvy with a sensual mouth and black hair and with embers of coal for eyes. Yep, shell do.
But Madam comes in to tell me, you got one more to meet, wait a minute, shes still having breakfast! In comes Brooke, size 8, long blonde hair, perfect figure, late twenties. Takes my hand, sends electricity up my arm, down my back, round to my front, and straight to you know where. Laughs and says: Excuse the muesli breath.
Yeah, I can live with that.
Madam takes me to the back for the payment and its like Goldilocks and the 3 bears back there! Except theres 3 Goldilocks, and theyre all sitting in their sexy gear eating their breaky and reading the morning papers. Its so cute! I love it!!!!
Anyway, into the room, shower; then waiting, waiting, getting concerned about my next business appointment.
Brooke finally arrives.
Dont tell me. You had to finish your toast, right?
I need the stamina, she laughs.
Off come the clothes, except the heels.
Wow!!!! Just stand there for two minutes in that light, please! She does so.
I want to ask her to sit in the antique chair under the lamp stand and slowly open her legs for me. But I dont ask, and Im an idiot, because she is such a sweetie shed probably do it. Her gorgeous body in soft illumination as the yellow light falls across her skin.
I drink her in with my eyes for a couple of minutes.
Okay Muesli breath, I say slapping the bed, Lets get it on!
She entwines with me. Yum, oatmeal, my favourite.
I go down. She tastes gorgeous. But shes not getting into it.
Whats the matter Brooke?
You keep making me laugh, she says. I cant take this seriously. Here let me do you.
Are you sure? Because as long as Im down there dining on you I cant joke.
But shes already down there.
Now heres a sight I will never forget for the rest of my life. Brooke curled up between my legs deep throating me like a porn star.
Yikes, I say, imagine what you could do if you hadnt eaten.
She slaps me. Stop joking around.
Then she mounts me cowgirl.
I look in the mirror. God! she looks good on me. Better than any item of clothing I have ever bought.
Hubba, hubba! Its a nice ride. Her natural freckled tits are so firm and bouncy. Her hair falling around her face.
Must hear you breath.
Huh?
Get down here. Its my thing. Must hear you breath.
She falls forward, her beautiful hair over my face and her warm muesli, toasty, breath in my ear. Now if that aint a GFE, what is?
Now she is really getting into, but unfortunately Im getting into it even more, and.bingo! Party over. Ive shot so hard Ive taken myself by surprise and howl.
Wow, I say, I nearly came then.
She, kisses my brow. Youre a dickhead, she says gently.
Buzzer rings.
Sounds like your morning tea is ready, I say. Id better go.
Mental note to self: Go back for Cocoa.