Autumn=Leah Love= Leeah 6431
Autumn is now Leeah or Leah Love depending upon the listing, as someone else pointed out in a more recent post.
My recent experience sounds eerily similar to the ones in this post as well as more recent posts about her as Leah. So, she's been doing this for at least 3+ years and hasn't adapted the routine much at all.
I went to her because I had someone else who supposedly specializes in erotic massage (no intercourse, which was ok with me) cancel due to "a head cold" (read: hung over or strung out). It was my last day on business and I needed a massage and a release. More than anything I needed to feel the touch of a woman who could make me believe it wasn't a chore.
I got to Leah's place and was pleasantly surprised by her body. I suspected fake pics but I found her voice on the phone to be sexy, so I took a shot.
We went to her room and I undressed. Immediately I was feeling like this was a chore for her. Friendly but superficial conversation and standing back at a distance. Not much eye contact. Nothing to get me aroused. I was too worn out from a hellish week and lots of other stress/anxiety issues to get hard just by looking at her.
I lay on my stomach and she gave me a massage (I declined the shower as I had just showered and shaved right before getting there--my ass was cleaner than my grandmother's coffee table). It was such a weird massage. It wasn't bad per se but it wasn't good either. Certainly not sensual. I was hoping I'd be getting aroused from the massage but NOTHING. To make it worse, as she went to get more massage lotion on her nightstand, she was texting a "friend who was coming in tonight" blah blah. Seriously, I'm paying you $180 for pampering and you're taking a break to TEXT someone????
Next I flip over, completely flaccid. I mean, this was like a turtle in a snowstorm flaccid. She mechanically starts giving me head, bbbj. Nothing. I ask her to straddle me, and she obliges. No, the other way. She obliges. Her ass is in my face. This was the highlight of the experience. Beautiful. Clean. I rimmed her a little while she sucked, but her sucking was so weird it's like she had no clue how to do it. Finally she gets me at half mast and lunges for a condom, puts it on me, and my cock begins to fade again. I tell her this just isn't happening. She acts miffed. She starts on a hand job, again it goes nowhere. Eventually I tell her I need to feel some connection to somebody, I'm not a robot, and that this was all just too mechanical. I shower, give her a hug, and leave.
I wish she had just kept giving me a full body massage, retrospectively that's all I really wanted and was ready for with a person like her. The lap dancers at Brandi's--every one of them--made me feel aroused and way more connected to them than this chick. They may be BS artists but they at least can engage in fun, intelligent conversation and are heavy on eye contact and touching even before the dance. She could take a lesson from them on how get things started, she'd probably have way more return clients.
Autumn=Leah=not worth it
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