Book Herself have been sending quite a few women our way of late, and in the absence of my ATF Nylia I decided to see Alyvia. I could not have been more disappointed. In spite of the advertised GFE experience, what I received was a rushed, disinterested, mechanical 20 minutes that left me completely bummed out.
Booking was easy - as noted by Badbone in a Regina review (on the Baby Cow board) BHS has the communication end of the business worked out well. But that's where it ends. I should have fled the scene when I arrived at the room (after texting the service to get the room number 5 minutes before the session) only to get no answer at the door. I knock several times, feeling more an more uneasy as the hotel's housekeeping staff walk back and forth past me. Double check the room number - it's the right room. Just about to bail (should have) when Alyvia comes out of the elevator with a take-out coffee in hand and smelling of cigarette smoke. Should have bailed, but she's pretty and I'm there, so maybe it's going to be OK - into the room I go.
No hug, no kiss (not even the classic Québecoise double cheek pecks) -- just a quick "You pay?" (her English is liimited, I was learning) and then me standing in the outer room of the suite while Alyvia spent the better part of 10 minutes fussing about the place, getting towels, water (for herself - nothing offered to me) and checking her phone. When she finally arrived back she quickly started stripping off her yoga gear and gestured for me to get undressed. This is when I see the very obvious stretch marks all over her stomach -- she is a tiny woman and having a child took a toll on her skin. This is also when she tells me that she has a new tattoo on her right hip, so I can't touch her lower back or hip, and we can't do missionary (my favourite) and that I have to be extra careful in doggy (if we get there). Wow, I'm really in the mood now!
Then she asked if I wanted a massage. Sure, I thought, why not. Most asian ladies I've seen give great massages, and with how things had gone so far I thought perhaps this might ease the tension I was feeling and get us both in the mood. Couldn't have been more wrong. Rather than take me into the bedroom, she turns and pulls out the sofa bed -- outstanding!! An old, uncomfortable sofa bed mattress with stale sheets -- nothing like that feeling of bedsprings digging into the body to get one hot and bothered. Then the "massage" - a quick, "Gee I guess I have to" spreading of baby oil, barely touching me before tapping me to roll over on my back. I'm absolutely not aroused at all -- not my normal state in encounters like this -- and thinking of bailing out, but knowing that there is no way to get my money back at this point so . . . let's see if the sex is at least good (amazing how we kid ourselves sometimes, isn't it!?).
The rest is pretty much as you'd expect. No kissing, a quick, mechanical BBBJ (easily one of the worst ever), on with the cover, a quick CG (still no kissing - in spite of the advertised GFE), then asks me if I want doggy - but only if I'm careful. To be honest at that point I just want to get out of there, so I finish in doggy. Up she jumps, grabs a roll of toilet paper from the night table beside the sofa bed, drops it on the bed beside me, and disappears into the bedroom -- not a word to me. Wow, I am really feeling that GFE now (or, as the advertisement reads - being treated like a king by a geisha - LMAO).
I have no intention of sticking around, so get dressed. She comes back in the room -- cell phone in hand -- and looks up and says (I'm not making this up) - "You don't want a second?" I almost laughed out loud. Nope, I said, I'm going to go. Not another word from her. Nothing. She turned away, still staring at her phone, and off I went, cursing myself for wasting $300.
When I contacted BHS to tell them how unsatisfying the session was, they responded promptly with apologies and a promise to give me a discount on another session with another BHS lady. They really promoted Mia, saying that she was hot and would treat me like a king; she would be in town a few days after Alyvia. I thought about it (briefly) but for once reason prevailed and I didn't book with Mia. After reading Badbone's review of his experience with her in YQR I know I made the right decision.
Booking was easy - as noted by Badbone in a Regina review (on the Baby Cow board) BHS has the communication end of the business worked out well. But that's where it ends. I should have fled the scene when I arrived at the room (after texting the service to get the room number 5 minutes before the session) only to get no answer at the door. I knock several times, feeling more an more uneasy as the hotel's housekeeping staff walk back and forth past me. Double check the room number - it's the right room. Just about to bail (should have) when Alyvia comes out of the elevator with a take-out coffee in hand and smelling of cigarette smoke. Should have bailed, but she's pretty and I'm there, so maybe it's going to be OK - into the room I go.
No hug, no kiss (not even the classic Québecoise double cheek pecks) -- just a quick "You pay?" (her English is liimited, I was learning) and then me standing in the outer room of the suite while Alyvia spent the better part of 10 minutes fussing about the place, getting towels, water (for herself - nothing offered to me) and checking her phone. When she finally arrived back she quickly started stripping off her yoga gear and gestured for me to get undressed. This is when I see the very obvious stretch marks all over her stomach -- she is a tiny woman and having a child took a toll on her skin. This is also when she tells me that she has a new tattoo on her right hip, so I can't touch her lower back or hip, and we can't do missionary (my favourite) and that I have to be extra careful in doggy (if we get there). Wow, I'm really in the mood now!
Then she asked if I wanted a massage. Sure, I thought, why not. Most asian ladies I've seen give great massages, and with how things had gone so far I thought perhaps this might ease the tension I was feeling and get us both in the mood. Couldn't have been more wrong. Rather than take me into the bedroom, she turns and pulls out the sofa bed -- outstanding!! An old, uncomfortable sofa bed mattress with stale sheets -- nothing like that feeling of bedsprings digging into the body to get one hot and bothered. Then the "massage" - a quick, "Gee I guess I have to" spreading of baby oil, barely touching me before tapping me to roll over on my back. I'm absolutely not aroused at all -- not my normal state in encounters like this -- and thinking of bailing out, but knowing that there is no way to get my money back at this point so . . . let's see if the sex is at least good (amazing how we kid ourselves sometimes, isn't it!?).
The rest is pretty much as you'd expect. No kissing, a quick, mechanical BBBJ (easily one of the worst ever), on with the cover, a quick CG (still no kissing - in spite of the advertised GFE), then asks me if I want doggy - but only if I'm careful. To be honest at that point I just want to get out of there, so I finish in doggy. Up she jumps, grabs a roll of toilet paper from the night table beside the sofa bed, drops it on the bed beside me, and disappears into the bedroom -- not a word to me. Wow, I am really feeling that GFE now (or, as the advertisement reads - being treated like a king by a geisha - LMAO).
I have no intention of sticking around, so get dressed. She comes back in the room -- cell phone in hand -- and looks up and says (I'm not making this up) - "You don't want a second?" I almost laughed out loud. Nope, I said, I'm going to go. Not another word from her. Nothing. She turned away, still staring at her phone, and off I went, cursing myself for wasting $300.
When I contacted BHS to tell them how unsatisfying the session was, they responded promptly with apologies and a promise to give me a discount on another session with another BHS lady. They really promoted Mia, saying that she was hot and would treat me like a king; she would be in town a few days after Alyvia. I thought about it (briefly) but for once reason prevailed and I didn't book with Mia. After reading Badbone's review of his experience with her in YQR I know I made the right decision.
