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Three things happened in a kind of order. Sceptics call it coincidence. Mystics call it fate. Christians say God moves in mysterious ways. Astrologers would say it was in the stars. Lola would saywell I dont know what shed say. Im scared to put words in her mouth.

First thing that happened I came across the Suicide girls. I fell in love with them.
Second thing that happened a review popped up on the brothel forums of Lola at Bodylinx. Tall, European appearance. artistically tattoed.
Third thing that happened I had to go to West Melbourne. Appointment didnt happen. I got two hours to kill and Im in the West. I make the call to Bodylinx.
Yes Lola is working and is available now.
Well it looks like a pattern to me!

I first met Lola six months ago at another parlour and after that I lost her. (She went back to Sydney for a while I believe). But this is a girl that has returned to my mind many times. So I was excited about finding her again.
She excites me to speechlessness and also frightens the fuck out of me. I adore her.

She is a tall brunette. Really nice figure. European touch about her. She is well travelled but I think she is actually Australian. There is a sense of condescending nobility about her. She is adorned with artistic tattoos. Some mystic rose on her stomach. Snakes on her back. (You sense she could tell you things that will happen on the turn of a card).

Sparks flew when I met her last time at Bodyline Spa. We seemed to understand and appreciate each others minds in a way that was very exciting.

I am a little reluctant to say that, because I appreciate that in the main, girls just want to do their job, take their money and go home.
Fair call.
And for my part, I mostly just want to pay my money, get laid and go home.

But I dont know. Its not my fault! We just seem to mentally connect.

I was a little taken aback when I met her again in intro. She seemed much softer. Her eyes would melt you. Such ladylike grace. I really wasnt sure what Id be in for. She remembered me alright and told me things about myself that shed remembered to prove it. I was pleased to learn that I hadnt deluded myself and that the impact wed had on each other six months ago was mutual. This new softness charmed me. But I think it is just a refined intro. Because once we were in the room the Lola I remembered came back.

She educated me of a gathering of wild women of which she was a part.
Tell me about them, I beg. Do not spare the details.
You know what you are? A polite gentleman with a hunger for the sordid.
Yep thatd be right I admit.
She tells me about her girlie encounters. Loves to book a stripper and take all the liberties we men cant.
She asks me disgracefully presumptuous questions about my sexual fantasies and laughs warmly as I reluctantly cough them up.
She tells me shed like to tie me up some time.
Been there, done that I tell her, thinking of the woman she most reminds me of.

For me its a bit like a session with Isabella at Hallam Penthouse (another brothel report to follow soon). Her mind excites the hell out of me! Theyre both bi-sexual. I simply must save up my dollars and cents and ask if they would be amiable to an introduction. If all else fails they can show each other their fuck-me shoes. They both seem to love them.

With Lola I always feel there is a woman of such mystic erotic depth and excitement I could happily spend a week with her. (Give me the money and Ill prove it.)

But this happens to all of us doesnt it? We meet women in parlours that we feel a unique empathy with, which is different from the mainstream. (Then of course, another punter follows through, meets the same lady and thinks: What the hell was that bloke going on about?) So maybe we should stay objective and talk about the service.

Pretty good! But in fairness Bodylinx is a good brothel that rarely lets you down.

Great nipple sucking. She has some beautiful strategies with her own tongue. Pussy licking was good both through sixty-nine and direct.

There are mirrors everywhere in Room One at Bodylinx. When she breaks the sixty-nine session, sits back and arches her splendid tattooed back and lifts her arms and clasps her fingers behind her neck it is a sight that is so beautiful the whole session was worth it for that alone.

She lets me run my hungry tongue over her enlarging clit; but there is no way this woman is going to let me take her to an orgasm. At least, not today.

She fucked me cowgirl and audaciously wrapped her hands round my throat.

But for me, the real joy of being with Lola is, wellbeing with Lola. A consumption of her exciting personality and beautiful looks.

Now that I have found her again, without even asking me to come back, she knows I will probably return.

Or will I?