On Friday morning I get all this shit through the mail. You know? Those blue letters from some joint called The Office Of Civic Compliance? "Our dumb-arse, indiscriminate robotic camera captured you doing 4kph over the speed limit in an 80k zone - here have a ticket (or two)". Farking hell!
Oh and here's this other bill. Comes from Telstra - I wasn't sure if I was reading what I owed them or my own phone number. Both figures seemed to be about the same size.
And then I realised I had a dental appointment this afternoon, and she'll be charging me more than any hooker I have ever seen. Mind you everything my dentist does is intensely oral I must admit. Plus she'll put a bib on me, and I get a bit of pain tossed in for free. Kinky!
I don't know why, I must be weird, but all this Friday shit just left me with an aching desire to get laid. I just wanted the great sensual experience of a Working Lady to fix the crap of life. Also, if I'm giving all my money away I may as well spend a bit on myself.
So where do we go? Given the amount of bills sitting before me I'm thinking the $69 for 30 min special at Barabings is looking good (it's back on again apparently). But Barabings is essentially a Rub nTug joint and I REALLY want to get laid.
20 Hocking Street. Never been there before - let's give it a go!
Guess what? It's closed. 20 Hocking is now 26 Hocking. They've moved up the road a bit, bought a building, totally renovated it, and I must say it all looks pretty good. I never saw the old place but I remember once reading a review from a punter reporting how the bedroom door kept swinging open whilst he was bonking his lady. I'm happy to report the doors in these new premises close quite effectively.
It's nice. Personally, I'm an old building brothel man (love Bambra, The Grosvenor and Ladies For Gentlemen) but this place is very nicely done. I guess their immediate competition is Crystal Lodge and the new Studio 54, but the premises here are just as good as either of them.
But like I always say, with any brothel, it all comes down to the ladies. In this introduction I met two: A young very slim Asian girl and then Brydie.
Brydie is an Australian girl about a size 12-14 shape. Tallish. Long red hair. Nicely presented in black corset, red nails, black boots. Mature (40's) but beautifully kept - hardly a line in her face. She also has a good belly laugh and confident aura.
She was unfazed and comfortable with my enquiring questions.
Kissing?
Yes please, she says.
Can I go down on you?
You bet ya can!
Receptionist comes back to me. Who would you like.
Brydie!
Brydie and I liked each other from the outset. We got along like a house on fire. As soon as the bedroom door was closed and before the undressing had commenced the pashing started. Deep promising.
She whispers, I'll be right back.
One thing that these new places have over the old is the showers. Flash, powerful and easy to operate. None of this, too hot! too cold! too hot! too cold! too hot! too cold! bullshit.
When Brydie returned I'd already figured out how to turn off the radio (individual volume controls to each room - thank you!). She delighted in this discovery, having endured FoxFM under sufferance for the last few weeks - "I always wondered what that knob was for" she said.
We stood at the end of the bed and had a lovely pashing session. Then she is kissing down my body and we're holding on to each other whilst slowly waltzing towards the bed. She is flatteringly hungry. Bites chews grabs, demands. Kissses kisses kisses. I'm just loving it!
Finally get to the bed. She sits: I stand between her legs. Kisses down my chest. My fingers in her lovely long red hair.
We're pashing again. I push her back on the bed. She tries to pull me with her, but I resist. I want to get down there! So as she reclines I kneel at the end of the bed.
Pussy licking commences and we're both thoroughly enjoying it.
I love her vocalism.
She tells me that she has to reciprocate.
I tell her to shut up and leave me alone, I'm busy.
She laughs and saysmmmmm.Okay.
Five minutes later she calls me a "fucking tease" and tells me to stop taking her to the edge and then backing off.
Actually, I wasn't aware I was doing that. We learn every day.
"And the other thing" - she says -"if I'm doing you, I get ten times hornier and come much quicker, so give me some cock".
"Okay Brydie".
I get on the bed with her. She covers me and we slip into sixty nine.
She wants me on top in sixty-nine.
Okay Brydie.
She deep throats. It's a real buzz to look back and observe. This is really getting super intense and she is wet wet wet.
But I am close close close.
I pull my cock out. She responds angrily, like a kid who has just lost her lollipop.
"You're a fucking tease". She tells me again.
I'm kneeling behind head. We kiss and pash upside down "Spiderman" style for a while until she grabs my hair and pulls me down till it's mutual inverted nipple sucking, then the journey down continues towards her crotch and we're back into sixty-nine.
I've settled a bit and my cock can take more of her splendid deep throating without fear of firing.
But now she is getting so wet it's obvious the great moment is going to come.
Yes!
We rest a bit. She talks about how it is rare that she actually orgasms in the room.
I feel a bit special but in fairness to both of us there was just a connection. This is very exciting. We are definitely on the same wavelength. It seems that whatever we do to each other's bodies is just what we want done. Like we've been bonking each other for years.
More. She says
She makes me stand next to the bed between her legs whilst she give me head.
Brydie, I am dying to fuck you.
Come here, She says.
We go missionary and as I get closer she is excitedly telling me she wants to see me shoot a huge gooey mess.
I shoot my load on the buzzer. More of a teaspoon than a huge gooey mess, but hey, it feels fantastic.
We laugh at the fortunate and perfect timing of it all.
We laugh at the happiness we are sharing.
Yak yak yak as we shower together.
It's great. We really do like each other.
The Receptionist is getting really toey. Says over the intercom. If you two don't get out of there I'm gonna come in there and drag you out!
What a shame I have to move along.
The fines and bills are all still there but I feel much better and capable about facing up to them now. I've probably done the right thing. It certainly feels right. Playt first - then figure out how to pay the bills and fines. That way I've already had my fun. Can't take that off me.
I salute my own life-loving irresponsibility
My only concern as I drove off to my dental appointment was what should I tell my dentist when she asks me: "What have you been eating?"
Oh and here's this other bill. Comes from Telstra - I wasn't sure if I was reading what I owed them or my own phone number. Both figures seemed to be about the same size.
And then I realised I had a dental appointment this afternoon, and she'll be charging me more than any hooker I have ever seen. Mind you everything my dentist does is intensely oral I must admit. Plus she'll put a bib on me, and I get a bit of pain tossed in for free. Kinky!
I don't know why, I must be weird, but all this Friday shit just left me with an aching desire to get laid. I just wanted the great sensual experience of a Working Lady to fix the crap of life. Also, if I'm giving all my money away I may as well spend a bit on myself.
So where do we go? Given the amount of bills sitting before me I'm thinking the $69 for 30 min special at Barabings is looking good (it's back on again apparently). But Barabings is essentially a Rub nTug joint and I REALLY want to get laid.
20 Hocking Street. Never been there before - let's give it a go!
Guess what? It's closed. 20 Hocking is now 26 Hocking. They've moved up the road a bit, bought a building, totally renovated it, and I must say it all looks pretty good. I never saw the old place but I remember once reading a review from a punter reporting how the bedroom door kept swinging open whilst he was bonking his lady. I'm happy to report the doors in these new premises close quite effectively.
It's nice. Personally, I'm an old building brothel man (love Bambra, The Grosvenor and Ladies For Gentlemen) but this place is very nicely done. I guess their immediate competition is Crystal Lodge and the new Studio 54, but the premises here are just as good as either of them.
But like I always say, with any brothel, it all comes down to the ladies. In this introduction I met two: A young very slim Asian girl and then Brydie.
Brydie is an Australian girl about a size 12-14 shape. Tallish. Long red hair. Nicely presented in black corset, red nails, black boots. Mature (40's) but beautifully kept - hardly a line in her face. She also has a good belly laugh and confident aura.
She was unfazed and comfortable with my enquiring questions.
Kissing?
Yes please, she says.
Can I go down on you?
You bet ya can!
Receptionist comes back to me. Who would you like.
Brydie!
Brydie and I liked each other from the outset. We got along like a house on fire. As soon as the bedroom door was closed and before the undressing had commenced the pashing started. Deep promising.
She whispers, I'll be right back.
One thing that these new places have over the old is the showers. Flash, powerful and easy to operate. None of this, too hot! too cold! too hot! too cold! too hot! too cold! bullshit.
When Brydie returned I'd already figured out how to turn off the radio (individual volume controls to each room - thank you!). She delighted in this discovery, having endured FoxFM under sufferance for the last few weeks - "I always wondered what that knob was for" she said.
We stood at the end of the bed and had a lovely pashing session. Then she is kissing down my body and we're holding on to each other whilst slowly waltzing towards the bed. She is flatteringly hungry. Bites chews grabs, demands. Kissses kisses kisses. I'm just loving it!
Finally get to the bed. She sits: I stand between her legs. Kisses down my chest. My fingers in her lovely long red hair.
We're pashing again. I push her back on the bed. She tries to pull me with her, but I resist. I want to get down there! So as she reclines I kneel at the end of the bed.
Pussy licking commences and we're both thoroughly enjoying it.
I love her vocalism.
She tells me that she has to reciprocate.
I tell her to shut up and leave me alone, I'm busy.
She laughs and saysmmmmm.Okay.
Five minutes later she calls me a "fucking tease" and tells me to stop taking her to the edge and then backing off.
Actually, I wasn't aware I was doing that. We learn every day.
"And the other thing" - she says -"if I'm doing you, I get ten times hornier and come much quicker, so give me some cock".
"Okay Brydie".
I get on the bed with her. She covers me and we slip into sixty nine.
She wants me on top in sixty-nine.
Okay Brydie.
She deep throats. It's a real buzz to look back and observe. This is really getting super intense and she is wet wet wet.
But I am close close close.
I pull my cock out. She responds angrily, like a kid who has just lost her lollipop.
"You're a fucking tease". She tells me again.
I'm kneeling behind head. We kiss and pash upside down "Spiderman" style for a while until she grabs my hair and pulls me down till it's mutual inverted nipple sucking, then the journey down continues towards her crotch and we're back into sixty-nine.
I've settled a bit and my cock can take more of her splendid deep throating without fear of firing.
But now she is getting so wet it's obvious the great moment is going to come.
Yes!
We rest a bit. She talks about how it is rare that she actually orgasms in the room.
I feel a bit special but in fairness to both of us there was just a connection. This is very exciting. We are definitely on the same wavelength. It seems that whatever we do to each other's bodies is just what we want done. Like we've been bonking each other for years.
More. She says
She makes me stand next to the bed between her legs whilst she give me head.
Brydie, I am dying to fuck you.
Come here, She says.
We go missionary and as I get closer she is excitedly telling me she wants to see me shoot a huge gooey mess.
I shoot my load on the buzzer. More of a teaspoon than a huge gooey mess, but hey, it feels fantastic.
We laugh at the fortunate and perfect timing of it all.
We laugh at the happiness we are sharing.
Yak yak yak as we shower together.
It's great. We really do like each other.
The Receptionist is getting really toey. Says over the intercom. If you two don't get out of there I'm gonna come in there and drag you out!
What a shame I have to move along.
The fines and bills are all still there but I feel much better and capable about facing up to them now. I've probably done the right thing. It certainly feels right. Playt first - then figure out how to pay the bills and fines. That way I've already had my fun. Can't take that off me.
I salute my own life-loving irresponsibility
My only concern as I drove off to my dental appointment was what should I tell my dentist when she asks me: "What have you been eating?"
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