Wanita!
Before you start giggling at my inability to spell a foreign Christian name let me qualify that I was instructed to spell it this way by the owner.
She looks like a Juanita (sorry."Wanita") too: Olive complexion, long black hair, full figure but very shapely. Tight waist, nice bum (little in the middle but she got much back); full D cups all natural.
She tells me that when she spelt her name correctly no one ever pronounced it correctly so she gave up. A phonetic spelling seems to work better for her.
Five girls in the introduction. Couple of bold ones reassuring me of a first class service. Couple of guarded ones too, forewarning me of a - well some kind of service.
Wanita seemed to be the right choice for me. Warm, open, confident, frank - and pretty! She didn't promise the world but she had a realistic attitude (she at least comprehended that she was working in the sex industry) and she tempted me with enough goodies to get me in the room.
Studio 54 seems to have caught on in the neighbourhood. Last time I wrote about this place it wasn't long after it opened and it was looking a bit windblown and forlorn. But it was busy enough this afternoon.
Wanita took me to one of the large rooms upstairs - well all the rooms here are huge actually. She gave me a fair time to have my shower etc, so that when she returned I had been amusing myself by thinking up which pieces of furniture to utilise in the upcoming session.
I decided that the armchair next to the bed would serve us well.
I was terribly keen to see what was under the packaging of this body clinging, colourful Tropicana dress. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail since the introduction. I always find it rather sexy when they pin or tie their hair back. It's a "ready for work" gesture.
Wanita and I had a bit of a giggle and a chat as I undressed her. She complimented me for laying out the top sheet on the bed. Not many guys do that apparently. I reassured her that I'm just homely not homo.
There was a second top sheet, which I had put on the armchair.
"That's for my fantasy", I explained.
"Oh?"
Fortunately the look in her eye was more of excited anticipation than concern.
"You in that chair, butt naked. Me looking at you", I told her.
"Simple as that?" She asked.
"Well for starters", I said.
So Wanita was happily compliant. I sat on the bed admiring her feminine beauty as she reclined naked in the armchair. The lighting was particularly good: all natural pouring through the window and falling on her body emphasising her voluptuous shape and pretty face.
After a short while I knelt in front of her. Fortunately the carpet at Studio 54 is still pretty new and clean. (A man would want to be careful where he is kneeling at some other parlours. I have visited. He might get stuck to the carpet and never get up again).
"Wanita, you don't shave" I observed.
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all My Dear, not at all'.
Pussy licking: she loved to receive it and I loved to give it. Armchairs really are very good for oral sex. I'm surprised more parlours don't have one in the room for that very reason.
"Get to the bed". She demanded after a while. "It's my turn on you."
For some reason, I don't know why, I wriggled with happiness and excitement when we got on the bed. She cracked up laughing.
She asked me to do it again.
I had to tell her I don't know what I did. It was some subconscious act that couldn't be consciously repeated.
She found this even funnier.
What the heck.
She went down on me and was pretty damn good at that.
I called for sixty-nine and she happily slipped into position.
Yum Yum Yum. Gosh! We were a right pair of oral consumers.
I kept thinking this isn't going to last.
Wanita got on top of me cowgirl and that was sensational.
Rode me home like a winner and with the natural lighting and lovely silence of this grey afternoon it felt fantastic.
She tells me she came too.
I told her: It's cool. I'm past it. My ego doesn't need stroking.
She laughed and told me it was for real.
Whatever: I was happy.
We hit the showers a bit early I thought. A bit more of a roll round and cuddle on the bed wouldn't have gone amiss, especially when you consider that we found ourselves early and sat around on the couch fully clothed and chatting for about 10 minutes.
But that's a small issue.
Wanita was a really nice WL. I loved her curvy body. Bit of kissing (no DFK). Great oral and a very exciting conclusion.
One that I would definitely see again.
Before you start giggling at my inability to spell a foreign Christian name let me qualify that I was instructed to spell it this way by the owner.
She looks like a Juanita (sorry."Wanita") too: Olive complexion, long black hair, full figure but very shapely. Tight waist, nice bum (little in the middle but she got much back); full D cups all natural.
She tells me that when she spelt her name correctly no one ever pronounced it correctly so she gave up. A phonetic spelling seems to work better for her.
Five girls in the introduction. Couple of bold ones reassuring me of a first class service. Couple of guarded ones too, forewarning me of a - well some kind of service.
Wanita seemed to be the right choice for me. Warm, open, confident, frank - and pretty! She didn't promise the world but she had a realistic attitude (she at least comprehended that she was working in the sex industry) and she tempted me with enough goodies to get me in the room.
Studio 54 seems to have caught on in the neighbourhood. Last time I wrote about this place it wasn't long after it opened and it was looking a bit windblown and forlorn. But it was busy enough this afternoon.
Wanita took me to one of the large rooms upstairs - well all the rooms here are huge actually. She gave me a fair time to have my shower etc, so that when she returned I had been amusing myself by thinking up which pieces of furniture to utilise in the upcoming session.
I decided that the armchair next to the bed would serve us well.
I was terribly keen to see what was under the packaging of this body clinging, colourful Tropicana dress. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail since the introduction. I always find it rather sexy when they pin or tie their hair back. It's a "ready for work" gesture.
Wanita and I had a bit of a giggle and a chat as I undressed her. She complimented me for laying out the top sheet on the bed. Not many guys do that apparently. I reassured her that I'm just homely not homo.
There was a second top sheet, which I had put on the armchair.
"That's for my fantasy", I explained.
"Oh?"
Fortunately the look in her eye was more of excited anticipation than concern.
"You in that chair, butt naked. Me looking at you", I told her.
"Simple as that?" She asked.
"Well for starters", I said.
So Wanita was happily compliant. I sat on the bed admiring her feminine beauty as she reclined naked in the armchair. The lighting was particularly good: all natural pouring through the window and falling on her body emphasising her voluptuous shape and pretty face.
After a short while I knelt in front of her. Fortunately the carpet at Studio 54 is still pretty new and clean. (A man would want to be careful where he is kneeling at some other parlours. I have visited. He might get stuck to the carpet and never get up again).
"Wanita, you don't shave" I observed.
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all My Dear, not at all'.
Pussy licking: she loved to receive it and I loved to give it. Armchairs really are very good for oral sex. I'm surprised more parlours don't have one in the room for that very reason.
"Get to the bed". She demanded after a while. "It's my turn on you."
For some reason, I don't know why, I wriggled with happiness and excitement when we got on the bed. She cracked up laughing.
She asked me to do it again.
I had to tell her I don't know what I did. It was some subconscious act that couldn't be consciously repeated.
She found this even funnier.
What the heck.
She went down on me and was pretty damn good at that.
I called for sixty-nine and she happily slipped into position.
Yum Yum Yum. Gosh! We were a right pair of oral consumers.
I kept thinking this isn't going to last.
Wanita got on top of me cowgirl and that was sensational.
Rode me home like a winner and with the natural lighting and lovely silence of this grey afternoon it felt fantastic.
She tells me she came too.
I told her: It's cool. I'm past it. My ego doesn't need stroking.
She laughed and told me it was for real.
Whatever: I was happy.
We hit the showers a bit early I thought. A bit more of a roll round and cuddle on the bed wouldn't have gone amiss, especially when you consider that we found ourselves early and sat around on the couch fully clothed and chatting for about 10 minutes.
But that's a small issue.
Wanita was a really nice WL. I loved her curvy body. Bit of kissing (no DFK). Great oral and a very exciting conclusion.
One that I would definitely see again.
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Whatever you do, you give up something to be able to do it. I'd lose the opportunity drive all over tarnation if I settled into a relationship where I was able to see someone regularly, but being out on the road curtails my ablitiy to have a relationship.
Today I told my old girlfriend that one of my most regular blog readers is this guy from Austrailia who's a brothel addict and writes about his encounters in his blog, and she said
"Oh, God!"
aleikum salaam
have you been to the lady parlour on swanston and queensberry? are they hot?