I'm a massage kind of guy at heart. I've dabbled in the FS genre since moving to Victoria and have had some good experiences at CCE. Still, I generally prefer a massage. It's more relaxing to lie back and watch an attractive woman who knows what she's doing.
Besides the FS, I've tried a couple of masseuses -- Amellia, Simone -- including the outstanding Lucy. But I'm adventurous and like to sample new providers with the hope of finding a gem. Plus, Lucy's early hours force me to look for backup.
So I had been eyeing "Angel's" ads on BP and in MM. Someone once told me that if they advertised in MM, you could trust them to be pros. So I called. And even though I got a hinky vibe on the phone, I decided to give her a try. The price was in line, she was available and not too far away.
After looking for parking for 10 minutes, I finally decided to use a pay lot and head up. The "spa" turned out to be a cramped room in an unimpressive apartment that was far from "downtown" and far from a "condo." Described as busty with platinum hair, I would agree -- well, half her hair was platinum. And her bustyness was true, if a bit southbound. And they were accentuated by a fairly large, round belly. (If that's her in the photo, it's an OLD photo.)
But I'm no snob, BBW can be a lot of fun and great SPs. So I coughed up the dough, even though I swore if she couldn't live up to what she said in the ad, I'd bail. I was there, I had the cash and I needed the release. The massage -- from this "trained" masseuse -- can best be described as fingering my back with mixture of oil and cream while she made odd whimpering sounds. She had lost the top part of her gear, but didn't put those droopy puppies anywhere I could get my hands on them.
Without getting anything stirring below (who doesn't love the reach-through?), she had me flip. Immediately, she dropped a condom on my junk. A condom! For a handy! If I wanted to wear a rubber, I would have been down at CCE with the delicious Quinn. Most of the reason I prefer massage is the fine and wonderful touch of skin on skin.
She at least let me touch her floppy boobs and managed to get the job done.
Just before I headed for the door, she told me if I made a return visit, she'd offer me a discount. I did not bother to ask how much.
I'll be running back to the very talented (sweet and funny) Lucy when time allows or across the bridge to Amellia for a very sensuous half hour and bright personality.
Live and learn.
Besides the FS, I've tried a couple of masseuses -- Amellia, Simone -- including the outstanding Lucy. But I'm adventurous and like to sample new providers with the hope of finding a gem. Plus, Lucy's early hours force me to look for backup.
So I had been eyeing "Angel's" ads on BP and in MM. Someone once told me that if they advertised in MM, you could trust them to be pros. So I called. And even though I got a hinky vibe on the phone, I decided to give her a try. The price was in line, she was available and not too far away.
After looking for parking for 10 minutes, I finally decided to use a pay lot and head up. The "spa" turned out to be a cramped room in an unimpressive apartment that was far from "downtown" and far from a "condo." Described as busty with platinum hair, I would agree -- well, half her hair was platinum. And her bustyness was true, if a bit southbound. And they were accentuated by a fairly large, round belly. (If that's her in the photo, it's an OLD photo.)
But I'm no snob, BBW can be a lot of fun and great SPs. So I coughed up the dough, even though I swore if she couldn't live up to what she said in the ad, I'd bail. I was there, I had the cash and I needed the release. The massage -- from this "trained" masseuse -- can best be described as fingering my back with mixture of oil and cream while she made odd whimpering sounds. She had lost the top part of her gear, but didn't put those droopy puppies anywhere I could get my hands on them.
Without getting anything stirring below (who doesn't love the reach-through?), she had me flip. Immediately, she dropped a condom on my junk. A condom! For a handy! If I wanted to wear a rubber, I would have been down at CCE with the delicious Quinn. Most of the reason I prefer massage is the fine and wonderful touch of skin on skin.
She at least let me touch her floppy boobs and managed to get the job done.
Just before I headed for the door, she told me if I made a return visit, she'd offer me a discount. I did not bother to ask how much.
I'll be running back to the very talented (sweet and funny) Lucy when time allows or across the bridge to Amellia for a very sensuous half hour and bright personality.
Live and learn.
