1.
I've met mature working ladies who should have retired ten years ago.
I've met mature working ladies who exude twenty five years of pent up bitterness in this industry - and bring it all into the bedroom.
I've met mature working ladies who are sad and desperate in their twilight working years and have held my hand in intros and whispered the promise of bare back everything.
I've met mature working ladies who are bombastic and arrogant bullies.
But
I've also met mature working ladies who have blown my balls off, hammered me through the mattress, made me sweat and pant and beg, and given me the best sex I have ever had in my life.
I know what I want when I go to a parlour and as a fairly experienced punter I know how to seek it out without being offensive. In introductions I usually ask: "Is there anything you feel uncomfortable with or feel you'd like to avoid in a session?" They nearly always say "No anal" of course, but this also gives a girl a clear opportunity to veto kissing or cunnilingus. I've always thought it a fairly diplomatic way of asking her to clarify her service parameters.
But Chelsea set me back on my heels when I asked her this question. She looked at me like I was a grubby boy seeking a vicarious thrill through asking saucy questions. "I'm not going to sit here and talk about what I will or won't do in the room" she told me. "If you've got a fetish tell me now and I'll let you know if I will accommodate it".
Now normally, I'd think: Huh? Forget about It! - If you're avoiding the question you'll probably avoid the service.
But there was something about this woman! An authority, a confidence, an air of experience, that just turned me on. She wasn't bluffing. She was the genuine article. The other thing that turned me on is that she had a beautifully toned body and the attractive face of a handsome woman in her early forties.
But I have to admit I was also reassured: because after she stood up to leave, she smiled and said to me "We'll be having sex. Kissing? Mutual oral? - well of course!" As though I'd asked if we will be taking our clothes off.
I sat there with a mixture of anticipation, intimidation and excitement. I thought if she is making me feel like this, she has got to be worth a punt.
I decided to wait for her.
So, Chelsea slipped away to do a 15-minute hand-relief on some fella who'd already booked her and was probably waiting for her, and I had a bit of a chat with Donna the Manageress.
2.
What I don't understand about Bambra Studios is why it hasn't been more broadly celebrated on the forums. It's my first time here and I loved it.
But maybe it's just my taste. In my opinion, Bambra Studios is beautiful. It's tiny. It has a European feel about it. It's rich with drapes and curtains, which have tassels and fringes. Deep crimson and velvet is everywhere. The furniture is antique. Cushions and shams abound. The lighting is yellow and dim and subdued. The carpet is leopard skin print. The Manageress is a kindly mature lady with an air of professionalism. She greets you in a small lounge that is warm and cosy and more homely than home. She sits at a polished antique desk and the client sits opposite her reclining on a petite sofa. She chats amiably and unhurriedly to you in her educated voice on a range of subjects and reassures you that waiting for the right lady is fine - after all, you're a valued client. When the phone rings, she refers to the availability of ladies by discreetly opening and closing her book. The rooms are rich with celebration of Victorian decadence. It's tiny staircase creaks when you climb it. It's got embossed crimson wallpaper. It smells of perfume and cigarettes.
It has one of the oldest legal brothel licences in Melbourne - going back thirty years. Its walls have soaked in the activities of this place.
To hell with your slick sanitised new places! This is a brothel with a capital B. It fitted me like an old slipper.
And, they brought me a steaming cup of tea on request.
3.
When Chelsea finally led me up the creaky tiny stairs I was a little disappointed when she left me in the smaller room. I could see the Grande Suite available at the end of the hallway, and although I'd only bought 45min, there was no one else in the parlour, so why couldn't we enjoy it? (Maybe it's reserved for 15-minute hand jobs).
But one thing I have learnt is that sometimes it's wise to go with the room of her choice without fuss. (My only inflexible requests in all parlours are bring me a cup of tea and turn that shitty commercial frigging radio off!). I already had a cup of tea and no commercial rock was being pumped into the little bedroom so I thought we would just go with it. Further, the little room still had charm. The Victorian theme continued here with drapes and fittings. Even the doors and their brass knobs are the original (no, not repro's).
Also, Chelsea said this room had the best shower.
Given that we had said very little in the introduction (though I heard her loud and clear), I still had a sense of uncertainty about Chelsea. So after showering and sitting on the bed for a while I began to wonder (she did take some time to get back to me). But, when she finally returned with her kit bag and warm smile my doubts were pretty quickly dispelled.
"Just going to put a little light on you honey".
Chelsea, checks my dick carefully; kisses it (I guess I pass); dims the lights; slips her clothes off - and this is where the greatness begins.
4.
She is fit. Her body is strong and shapely. I could feel her defined feminine muscles beneath her amazingly tight skin. When she wants me in a position, she pushes me there. It's absolutely thrilling!
Oh God! I think. She is going to shove me around and turn me into her fuck toy - Well great, I'm up for that game. (if she wants to put me in line by being the strong-woman she has chosen the wrong guy, because I'll just absolutely get my rocks off on it!).
She kisses up my body till her face is close to mine. She kisses me deeply, gently biting my lip as she lets go. She whispers "If there is anything you feel uncomfortable with or like to avoid in a session, tell me now".
Now where have I heard that before?
Her eyes are sparkling as she looks at me. She has got me! I put my arms around her.
"Oh I like you!" I say.
She kisses me deeply again. Her fingers are tweaking my nipples. She is down on me again. She is doing things with my balls and perineum that are making me groan with appreciation.
I am fascinated by how lithe she is. I am dying to taste her. We slip into sixty-nine and suddenly her beautiful clit and vagina are mine to enjoy. And enjoy I do. There is a huge gold-framed mirror mounted next to the bed. No action is going to be missed here. She tastes beautiful (well I always knew she would). The sex is so real and full on I could not ask for more. She tells me straight - "I'm gonna cum". Fine by me I think: Then she is so wet and noisy and all the "don't touch me anymore down there for a minute" signs. I think "Wow! She wasn't kidding".
We chill out for five minutes just entwined and kissing. This is so good. So damn good, I cannot believe my luck and I have to tell her that again. "Chelsea, this is incredibly good. I am really appreciating this."
"Hey" she says with that knowing look in her eye. She tenderly strokes my face.
Whilst Princkly and Chelsea are in rest mode, let us go back to that list of mature WL's and give praise to this one:
Then there is the mature woman who is unassailable. Unbeatable. Beauty of youth cannot beat her. Energy of youth cannot beat her. Nothing can match what she has inside herself. The accumulated setbacks challenges and bastard brothel owners and clients she has dealt with, cannot beat her. She has dealt with all the negatives of the profession and only brings the positives into the session. She has serviced thousands of men. And when she chooses to download that twenty odd years of accumulated sexual experience into the session, you will be nailed!
Flatter myself. Lie to myself. Kid myself. I don't know. In the end it's as real as it feels for the person who is experiencing it. And this feels like great, great, reciprocal sex.
She made me feel like I was something really special. Even the language that she uses to describe my body parts.
We guys do it all the time in sessions (well at least I do) - murmuring about how much we like her eyes, her tits or her beautiful pussy. But when it comes back to you and is backed up by a beautiful woman taking mouthfuls of you as though you are something edible, it's an experience that pretty quickly moves from embarrassment to happy surrender.
She even hurt me and I loved it. That's a weird thing to say. But it wasn't like an S&M thing it was just the way she would sometimes hungrily grab and twist and bite. I don't really know how to describe it. And that's what made it so exciting. I'd never felt anything like it before. It was close to pain but more like an exciting sense of being consumed.
You want me to be your fuck toy? I think. Help yourself! Please! Because it's making me feel like a million dollars!
She breaks open a condom pack.
"Don't cover me yet". I ask.
"It's not for you. It's for my tongue". She says.
She had strategies, moves, language and techniques I am coy to reveal outside of the room. (Mainly because it involved me giving in to her. LOL) She showed me erogenous spots in places where the sun don't shine and how to get to them without feeling as though there's a train coming through.
I told Chelsea at the beginning that in 45 min there is no way I'm going to cum twice and I like to save it for the end. I've had some lovely sessions with younger girls but some of them aren't quite sure how to pace a guy. How to keep him on the edge so that he is totally sexually excited but never pushing him so hard the gun fires too early. I don't know how Chelsea did it but she just seemed to read me and pace me right to the end.
She is also incredibly generous with herself and happy to play the fuck-toy game the other way. Kissing, pussy licking, toe sucking, Spanish - whatever I hinted I wanted from her was freely and playfully allowed.
And after she came again - yes again - unless I am fooled (but she was sitting on my face at the time), we went for the main course. After so much physical stimulation it just felt wonderful. Cowgirl - then flipping over for mish. And she looked at me when I came. But it wasn't some big soul-seek thing. It was like a knowing smile. It was like she was saying: "Hey, wasn't that fun, my friend?"
Yes it was, my friend. I had a ball! Thank you so much Chelsea.
5.
I've met mature working ladies who have blown my balls off, hammered me through the mattress, made me sweat and pant and beg, and given me the best sex I have ever had in my life. Chelsea is one of them. Early forties, size 10 yoga toned, beautifully kept, figure. Good arse! Lovely face, long dark hair, couple of tatts (love em!) and a truck load of self-confidence. Respect!
A beautiful little parlour and a fabulous Working Lady, discovered at dusk on a Friday afternoon. $155. Perfect! I am sure I will have to return.
I've met mature working ladies who should have retired ten years ago.
I've met mature working ladies who exude twenty five years of pent up bitterness in this industry - and bring it all into the bedroom.
I've met mature working ladies who are sad and desperate in their twilight working years and have held my hand in intros and whispered the promise of bare back everything.
I've met mature working ladies who are bombastic and arrogant bullies.
But
I've also met mature working ladies who have blown my balls off, hammered me through the mattress, made me sweat and pant and beg, and given me the best sex I have ever had in my life.
I know what I want when I go to a parlour and as a fairly experienced punter I know how to seek it out without being offensive. In introductions I usually ask: "Is there anything you feel uncomfortable with or feel you'd like to avoid in a session?" They nearly always say "No anal" of course, but this also gives a girl a clear opportunity to veto kissing or cunnilingus. I've always thought it a fairly diplomatic way of asking her to clarify her service parameters.
But Chelsea set me back on my heels when I asked her this question. She looked at me like I was a grubby boy seeking a vicarious thrill through asking saucy questions. "I'm not going to sit here and talk about what I will or won't do in the room" she told me. "If you've got a fetish tell me now and I'll let you know if I will accommodate it".
Now normally, I'd think: Huh? Forget about It! - If you're avoiding the question you'll probably avoid the service.
But there was something about this woman! An authority, a confidence, an air of experience, that just turned me on. She wasn't bluffing. She was the genuine article. The other thing that turned me on is that she had a beautifully toned body and the attractive face of a handsome woman in her early forties.
But I have to admit I was also reassured: because after she stood up to leave, she smiled and said to me "We'll be having sex. Kissing? Mutual oral? - well of course!" As though I'd asked if we will be taking our clothes off.
I sat there with a mixture of anticipation, intimidation and excitement. I thought if she is making me feel like this, she has got to be worth a punt.
I decided to wait for her.
So, Chelsea slipped away to do a 15-minute hand-relief on some fella who'd already booked her and was probably waiting for her, and I had a bit of a chat with Donna the Manageress.
2.
What I don't understand about Bambra Studios is why it hasn't been more broadly celebrated on the forums. It's my first time here and I loved it.
But maybe it's just my taste. In my opinion, Bambra Studios is beautiful. It's tiny. It has a European feel about it. It's rich with drapes and curtains, which have tassels and fringes. Deep crimson and velvet is everywhere. The furniture is antique. Cushions and shams abound. The lighting is yellow and dim and subdued. The carpet is leopard skin print. The Manageress is a kindly mature lady with an air of professionalism. She greets you in a small lounge that is warm and cosy and more homely than home. She sits at a polished antique desk and the client sits opposite her reclining on a petite sofa. She chats amiably and unhurriedly to you in her educated voice on a range of subjects and reassures you that waiting for the right lady is fine - after all, you're a valued client. When the phone rings, she refers to the availability of ladies by discreetly opening and closing her book. The rooms are rich with celebration of Victorian decadence. It's tiny staircase creaks when you climb it. It's got embossed crimson wallpaper. It smells of perfume and cigarettes.
It has one of the oldest legal brothel licences in Melbourne - going back thirty years. Its walls have soaked in the activities of this place.
To hell with your slick sanitised new places! This is a brothel with a capital B. It fitted me like an old slipper.
And, they brought me a steaming cup of tea on request.
3.
When Chelsea finally led me up the creaky tiny stairs I was a little disappointed when she left me in the smaller room. I could see the Grande Suite available at the end of the hallway, and although I'd only bought 45min, there was no one else in the parlour, so why couldn't we enjoy it? (Maybe it's reserved for 15-minute hand jobs).
But one thing I have learnt is that sometimes it's wise to go with the room of her choice without fuss. (My only inflexible requests in all parlours are bring me a cup of tea and turn that shitty commercial frigging radio off!). I already had a cup of tea and no commercial rock was being pumped into the little bedroom so I thought we would just go with it. Further, the little room still had charm. The Victorian theme continued here with drapes and fittings. Even the doors and their brass knobs are the original (no, not repro's).
Also, Chelsea said this room had the best shower.
Given that we had said very little in the introduction (though I heard her loud and clear), I still had a sense of uncertainty about Chelsea. So after showering and sitting on the bed for a while I began to wonder (she did take some time to get back to me). But, when she finally returned with her kit bag and warm smile my doubts were pretty quickly dispelled.
"Just going to put a little light on you honey".
Chelsea, checks my dick carefully; kisses it (I guess I pass); dims the lights; slips her clothes off - and this is where the greatness begins.
4.
She is fit. Her body is strong and shapely. I could feel her defined feminine muscles beneath her amazingly tight skin. When she wants me in a position, she pushes me there. It's absolutely thrilling!
Oh God! I think. She is going to shove me around and turn me into her fuck toy - Well great, I'm up for that game. (if she wants to put me in line by being the strong-woman she has chosen the wrong guy, because I'll just absolutely get my rocks off on it!).
She kisses up my body till her face is close to mine. She kisses me deeply, gently biting my lip as she lets go. She whispers "If there is anything you feel uncomfortable with or like to avoid in a session, tell me now".
Now where have I heard that before?
Her eyes are sparkling as she looks at me. She has got me! I put my arms around her.
"Oh I like you!" I say.
She kisses me deeply again. Her fingers are tweaking my nipples. She is down on me again. She is doing things with my balls and perineum that are making me groan with appreciation.
I am fascinated by how lithe she is. I am dying to taste her. We slip into sixty-nine and suddenly her beautiful clit and vagina are mine to enjoy. And enjoy I do. There is a huge gold-framed mirror mounted next to the bed. No action is going to be missed here. She tastes beautiful (well I always knew she would). The sex is so real and full on I could not ask for more. She tells me straight - "I'm gonna cum". Fine by me I think: Then she is so wet and noisy and all the "don't touch me anymore down there for a minute" signs. I think "Wow! She wasn't kidding".
We chill out for five minutes just entwined and kissing. This is so good. So damn good, I cannot believe my luck and I have to tell her that again. "Chelsea, this is incredibly good. I am really appreciating this."
"Hey" she says with that knowing look in her eye. She tenderly strokes my face.
Whilst Princkly and Chelsea are in rest mode, let us go back to that list of mature WL's and give praise to this one:
Then there is the mature woman who is unassailable. Unbeatable. Beauty of youth cannot beat her. Energy of youth cannot beat her. Nothing can match what she has inside herself. The accumulated setbacks challenges and bastard brothel owners and clients she has dealt with, cannot beat her. She has dealt with all the negatives of the profession and only brings the positives into the session. She has serviced thousands of men. And when she chooses to download that twenty odd years of accumulated sexual experience into the session, you will be nailed!
Flatter myself. Lie to myself. Kid myself. I don't know. In the end it's as real as it feels for the person who is experiencing it. And this feels like great, great, reciprocal sex.
She made me feel like I was something really special. Even the language that she uses to describe my body parts.
We guys do it all the time in sessions (well at least I do) - murmuring about how much we like her eyes, her tits or her beautiful pussy. But when it comes back to you and is backed up by a beautiful woman taking mouthfuls of you as though you are something edible, it's an experience that pretty quickly moves from embarrassment to happy surrender.
She even hurt me and I loved it. That's a weird thing to say. But it wasn't like an S&M thing it was just the way she would sometimes hungrily grab and twist and bite. I don't really know how to describe it. And that's what made it so exciting. I'd never felt anything like it before. It was close to pain but more like an exciting sense of being consumed.
You want me to be your fuck toy? I think. Help yourself! Please! Because it's making me feel like a million dollars!
She breaks open a condom pack.
"Don't cover me yet". I ask.
"It's not for you. It's for my tongue". She says.
She had strategies, moves, language and techniques I am coy to reveal outside of the room. (Mainly because it involved me giving in to her. LOL) She showed me erogenous spots in places where the sun don't shine and how to get to them without feeling as though there's a train coming through.
I told Chelsea at the beginning that in 45 min there is no way I'm going to cum twice and I like to save it for the end. I've had some lovely sessions with younger girls but some of them aren't quite sure how to pace a guy. How to keep him on the edge so that he is totally sexually excited but never pushing him so hard the gun fires too early. I don't know how Chelsea did it but she just seemed to read me and pace me right to the end.
She is also incredibly generous with herself and happy to play the fuck-toy game the other way. Kissing, pussy licking, toe sucking, Spanish - whatever I hinted I wanted from her was freely and playfully allowed.
And after she came again - yes again - unless I am fooled (but she was sitting on my face at the time), we went for the main course. After so much physical stimulation it just felt wonderful. Cowgirl - then flipping over for mish. And she looked at me when I came. But it wasn't some big soul-seek thing. It was like a knowing smile. It was like she was saying: "Hey, wasn't that fun, my friend?"
Yes it was, my friend. I had a ball! Thank you so much Chelsea.
5.
I've met mature working ladies who have blown my balls off, hammered me through the mattress, made me sweat and pant and beg, and given me the best sex I have ever had in my life. Chelsea is one of them. Early forties, size 10 yoga toned, beautifully kept, figure. Good arse! Lovely face, long dark hair, couple of tatts (love em!) and a truck load of self-confidence. Respect!
A beautiful little parlour and a fabulous Working Lady, discovered at dusk on a Friday afternoon. $155. Perfect! I am sure I will have to return.
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Thank you for the lovely comment on my set....Have you started the cult to worship my nipples yet? Just curious