Back to 112 Dryburgh Street.
I call in at 2.30 in the afternoon. Ushered in by a gorgeous receptionist called Lee. She tells me that I will be waiting 15 minutes for Donna, maybe up to 30 for Lilly.
For whom?
Lilly.
My ears prick up like a dog hearing the squeak of the fridge door opening.
Could this be the very same? And if it is, am I man enough to take her on?
Either way it sounds like a win/win to me.
I decide to wait and take the coffee and something to read option.
Lee made me a pretty reasonable cup of coffee and gave me a bunch of magazines to flick through. I havent much time for stupidity and The Age would have been better but if Picture magazine is all thats available, itll have to do.
But God works in mysterious ways. As I flicked through the back pages of Picture I was deeply moved by the amount of love that is in the world. Some guy from Townsville is so convinced of his girlfriends beauty, he has sent in a fuzzy Polaroid nude photo of her. With my eyes misted over by this expression of unconditional love presented in a cheap magazine, Donna walks in the room and reminds me of a more broadly accepted interpretation of feminine beauty.
Youve heard the expression so many times it is a clich. But Donna is a Barbie doll figure. And I say that with respect - Legs to armpits, and tits disproportionately large. Ah! But she is hitting the thirties and she is confident and she aint no little teenie girl. She is all woman, and Princely is very, very interested.
Donna sits and chats with me. As usual, rather than asking her what she does do, I ask her what she DOESNT do.
Donna gives me a blank stare.
I book her.
So, Lilly, queen of a thousand positive reviews. Working Lady that apparently leaves grown men howling at the moon, will have to wait till another time. And I still dont know what she looks like!
After the shower, Donna comes into the room. Kneels in front of me on the bed, gives me a kiss more passionate than I have received in months and tells me the following:
In answer to your question, I dont do unsafe sex.
I smile. Likewise, I say.
Then we understand each other, she says. She considers me a moment. Youve got positive energy, she tells me.
I know, I tell her smiling, put it down to idiocy.
She laughs and kisses me again. Youre just what I need right now, she says.
She flicks me back on the bed. Lays on top of me like a blanket and gives me DFKs that remind me that there is always a new experience to be had. My GAWD this girl can kiss!!! She flips me onto my front.
This is no secret. There is an earlier review about Donna and her well her fearless approach to ..well .. your arse!!!
Feminine fingers and lotion what a combo!
She flips me over again. The kisses just dont seem to stop. She works my way down my body kissing all the way. Im so overwhelmed by the intensity of it, I am punching the wall behind my head. Damn! You are good Donna. You are so damn good!!! Now she is working that bit between my balls and arse (forget what its called, starts with P, but God it feels good).
Okay, enough already. My turn!
She tells me about one of her regular clients. If he doesnt make me orgasm, he gets punished.
Jeez, what a choice! Like when I had to choose between Donna and Lilly thirty minutes earlier, its a win/win.
Anyway, one thing I have noticed over the years is that a good professional Working Lady, always tastes like honey and Donna is no exception. She is so juiced up though that after five minutes of tongue on clit and a bit more flicking around, she is there with an audible confirmation that makes me feel like a real man (and I miss out on my punishment).
Donna, I tell her, when we do it, I have to go missionary, is that okay?
Yeah when we do it, she agrees, but in the meantime
God, I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, Working Ladies like Donna. I did not know how good oral sex could be until I visited WLs, and today Donna took it to a whole new level.
Then the buzzer rings.
Thats it, Donna says. Times up.
Like when she first met me an hour earlier, and I was overwhelmed by the expressions of love in Picture magazine, once again, my eyes filled with tears.
Im joking, she laughs, lets get you finished. Now fuck me, pulling me down on to her. I want you to fuck me.
Ummm, if you say so Donna.
Short, sweet, unbelievably intense. I could say that we should have started the main course earlier, but with foreplay like thatNon Je Ne Regrette Rien
Thank you Donna. You are beautiful and Ill be back!
I call in at 2.30 in the afternoon. Ushered in by a gorgeous receptionist called Lee. She tells me that I will be waiting 15 minutes for Donna, maybe up to 30 for Lilly.
For whom?
Lilly.
My ears prick up like a dog hearing the squeak of the fridge door opening.
Could this be the very same? And if it is, am I man enough to take her on?
Either way it sounds like a win/win to me.
I decide to wait and take the coffee and something to read option.
Lee made me a pretty reasonable cup of coffee and gave me a bunch of magazines to flick through. I havent much time for stupidity and The Age would have been better but if Picture magazine is all thats available, itll have to do.
But God works in mysterious ways. As I flicked through the back pages of Picture I was deeply moved by the amount of love that is in the world. Some guy from Townsville is so convinced of his girlfriends beauty, he has sent in a fuzzy Polaroid nude photo of her. With my eyes misted over by this expression of unconditional love presented in a cheap magazine, Donna walks in the room and reminds me of a more broadly accepted interpretation of feminine beauty.
Youve heard the expression so many times it is a clich. But Donna is a Barbie doll figure. And I say that with respect - Legs to armpits, and tits disproportionately large. Ah! But she is hitting the thirties and she is confident and she aint no little teenie girl. She is all woman, and Princely is very, very interested.
Donna sits and chats with me. As usual, rather than asking her what she does do, I ask her what she DOESNT do.
Donna gives me a blank stare.
I book her.
So, Lilly, queen of a thousand positive reviews. Working Lady that apparently leaves grown men howling at the moon, will have to wait till another time. And I still dont know what she looks like!
After the shower, Donna comes into the room. Kneels in front of me on the bed, gives me a kiss more passionate than I have received in months and tells me the following:
In answer to your question, I dont do unsafe sex.
I smile. Likewise, I say.
Then we understand each other, she says. She considers me a moment. Youve got positive energy, she tells me.
I know, I tell her smiling, put it down to idiocy.
She laughs and kisses me again. Youre just what I need right now, she says.
She flicks me back on the bed. Lays on top of me like a blanket and gives me DFKs that remind me that there is always a new experience to be had. My GAWD this girl can kiss!!! She flips me onto my front.
This is no secret. There is an earlier review about Donna and her well her fearless approach to ..well .. your arse!!!
Feminine fingers and lotion what a combo!
She flips me over again. The kisses just dont seem to stop. She works my way down my body kissing all the way. Im so overwhelmed by the intensity of it, I am punching the wall behind my head. Damn! You are good Donna. You are so damn good!!! Now she is working that bit between my balls and arse (forget what its called, starts with P, but God it feels good).
Okay, enough already. My turn!
She tells me about one of her regular clients. If he doesnt make me orgasm, he gets punished.
Jeez, what a choice! Like when I had to choose between Donna and Lilly thirty minutes earlier, its a win/win.
Anyway, one thing I have noticed over the years is that a good professional Working Lady, always tastes like honey and Donna is no exception. She is so juiced up though that after five minutes of tongue on clit and a bit more flicking around, she is there with an audible confirmation that makes me feel like a real man (and I miss out on my punishment).
Donna, I tell her, when we do it, I have to go missionary, is that okay?
Yeah when we do it, she agrees, but in the meantime
God, I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, Working Ladies like Donna. I did not know how good oral sex could be until I visited WLs, and today Donna took it to a whole new level.
Then the buzzer rings.
Thats it, Donna says. Times up.
Like when she first met me an hour earlier, and I was overwhelmed by the expressions of love in Picture magazine, once again, my eyes filled with tears.
Im joking, she laughs, lets get you finished. Now fuck me, pulling me down on to her. I want you to fuck me.
Ummm, if you say so Donna.
Short, sweet, unbelievably intense. I could say that we should have started the main course earlier, but with foreplay like thatNon Je Ne Regrette Rien
Thank you Donna. You are beautiful and Ill be back!
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