I suck at introductions. I’ve been lurking here for about year now. And thanks to this site I have met a couple fine providers and avoided a few of the few not so fine. As consequence of mostly observing I have zero reputation as a contributor. Aware of this I can only hope one of the more trusted members might by chance find their way to Leigh and can affirm (or deny) what I have to say here.
I first noticed Leigh’s ad on CL a week or so ago and from there followed to her sp profile linked to that ad. Despite all the problems with CL, and I’ve had one bad encounter, I always browse and my interest is always piqued by a decent advertisement. And, Leigh’s was decent: clear, well composed with all the essential details. It is highly unlikely, for example, that I’d contact someone who advertises as “having a juicy ass”, “oozing breasts”, “legs that are wide open for business,” (the last one, while amusing, is a little rough around the edges) or ads that are written in all capital letters, these are obvious hazard signs for me.
So, as I said, I made first contact with Leigh via email and, citing her advertised gfe, I requested a one hour appointment for five days time. She responded a couple for days later with apologies for taking some time to get back to me and with her availability as soon as I read the note I called to confirm the time. The day of I called her again to confirm, things were still a go. I arrived on time to an average, typical, Winnipeg apartment complex. Standing in the courtyard with two buildings facing it at either side I had to mill about outside for a couple of minutes - the in-call has neither a lobby nor buzzer and it’s on street parking. The arrival was probably the only sketchy part of the visit, out there in the cold and with all the craigslist horror stories starting to run through my head a sudden bout of paranoia struck me that whoever was on the other end of the phone is a phantom mocking me, “look at the sex fiend”, which might be case but I’m private about it.
The wait only seemed longer than it was, I shortly saw Leigh descend the stairs – appearing as advertised, opened the door and greeted me warmly. Two flights of stairs later we were in her apartment. She welcomed me in, took off her coat and revealed, surprise, surprise, long legs in stockings, a thin black dress, wearing heavy (is that the right word?) but tasteful jewelry (at least I think so). We walked together into her room I took of my coat and sat down and she asked me if I’d like anything to drink. She said she was having some wine, I said why not.
She returned drinks in hand and after the customary banalties: the weather, the drive, etc. I moved beside her on the bed. I was no sooner finished my drink she kneeled into me and instigated some fine LFK which proceeded to DFK and only got better when it did. The whole time her body was very responsive to touch which I found quite exhilarating. My sense is that she could tell as much as she began to work my belt and then the rest off. It was not long afterwards that she began an incredible cbj, the feel and sound of her jewelry dancing around me made it even better and better as she continued to completion.
Shortly afterward she asked if I would like the massage that she originally offered as we began to cuddle and at that time I refused. I’m typically not keen on massages, with body image issues and not liking the feeling of submission, I never find them very relaxing until I’ve established a relationship with the masseuse. In this case, I surprised myself when I assented and the massage was fine. The raw touch was more appealing than the technique, which I admittedly cannot judge. Before finishing she asked rather shyly if I could go again, I said, of course.
We quickly arranged ourselves face to face and for all I could tell she was engaged throughout - I was not as attentive as I could have been. After some time, some great time, I asked if she would mind reversing. She said sure, and in that way, with both of us working hard, a further round was complete.
Afterwards she asked me if I would like to cool down with another beverage, I declined anything alcoholic but said water would be great. As I was finishing my drink the conversation died down and I was out in about 45-50 minutes. I left not for feeling rushed, it just seemed time.
Yes, and, here’s something else. If it matters to you, she lights candles, but I don’t think they are scented, no incense, and I didn’t leave feeling overly perfumed. I probably wouldn’t call it 100% scent-safe if you’re coming home to a partner or returning to work, it is pretty neutral but I’d probably double check.
I happen to find her very sultry, sexy and highly appealing. That’s probably further than my opinion should go about that, her service and attitude are as good as the one recommended sp on this board that I have seen and have not reviewed for the fact that it’s been done (obviously not meant to suggest that there are not better or worse). The general location is ok, her room is excellent, the building is fine a bit of a jaunt from downtown and a bit awkward to approach. But I’d also take my paranoia into account into his assessment.
That’s it, and thanks.
I first noticed Leigh’s ad on CL a week or so ago and from there followed to her sp profile linked to that ad. Despite all the problems with CL, and I’ve had one bad encounter, I always browse and my interest is always piqued by a decent advertisement. And, Leigh’s was decent: clear, well composed with all the essential details. It is highly unlikely, for example, that I’d contact someone who advertises as “having a juicy ass”, “oozing breasts”, “legs that are wide open for business,” (the last one, while amusing, is a little rough around the edges) or ads that are written in all capital letters, these are obvious hazard signs for me.
So, as I said, I made first contact with Leigh via email and, citing her advertised gfe, I requested a one hour appointment for five days time. She responded a couple for days later with apologies for taking some time to get back to me and with her availability as soon as I read the note I called to confirm the time. The day of I called her again to confirm, things were still a go. I arrived on time to an average, typical, Winnipeg apartment complex. Standing in the courtyard with two buildings facing it at either side I had to mill about outside for a couple of minutes - the in-call has neither a lobby nor buzzer and it’s on street parking. The arrival was probably the only sketchy part of the visit, out there in the cold and with all the craigslist horror stories starting to run through my head a sudden bout of paranoia struck me that whoever was on the other end of the phone is a phantom mocking me, “look at the sex fiend”, which might be case but I’m private about it.
The wait only seemed longer than it was, I shortly saw Leigh descend the stairs – appearing as advertised, opened the door and greeted me warmly. Two flights of stairs later we were in her apartment. She welcomed me in, took off her coat and revealed, surprise, surprise, long legs in stockings, a thin black dress, wearing heavy (is that the right word?) but tasteful jewelry (at least I think so). We walked together into her room I took of my coat and sat down and she asked me if I’d like anything to drink. She said she was having some wine, I said why not.
She returned drinks in hand and after the customary banalties: the weather, the drive, etc. I moved beside her on the bed. I was no sooner finished my drink she kneeled into me and instigated some fine LFK which proceeded to DFK and only got better when it did. The whole time her body was very responsive to touch which I found quite exhilarating. My sense is that she could tell as much as she began to work my belt and then the rest off. It was not long afterwards that she began an incredible cbj, the feel and sound of her jewelry dancing around me made it even better and better as she continued to completion.
Shortly afterward she asked if I would like the massage that she originally offered as we began to cuddle and at that time I refused. I’m typically not keen on massages, with body image issues and not liking the feeling of submission, I never find them very relaxing until I’ve established a relationship with the masseuse. In this case, I surprised myself when I assented and the massage was fine. The raw touch was more appealing than the technique, which I admittedly cannot judge. Before finishing she asked rather shyly if I could go again, I said, of course.
We quickly arranged ourselves face to face and for all I could tell she was engaged throughout - I was not as attentive as I could have been. After some time, some great time, I asked if she would mind reversing. She said sure, and in that way, with both of us working hard, a further round was complete.
Afterwards she asked me if I would like to cool down with another beverage, I declined anything alcoholic but said water would be great. As I was finishing my drink the conversation died down and I was out in about 45-50 minutes. I left not for feeling rushed, it just seemed time.
Yes, and, here’s something else. If it matters to you, she lights candles, but I don’t think they are scented, no incense, and I didn’t leave feeling overly perfumed. I probably wouldn’t call it 100% scent-safe if you’re coming home to a partner or returning to work, it is pretty neutral but I’d probably double check.
I happen to find her very sultry, sexy and highly appealing. That’s probably further than my opinion should go about that, her service and attitude are as good as the one recommended sp on this board that I have seen and have not reviewed for the fact that it’s been done (obviously not meant to suggest that there are not better or worse). The general location is ok, her room is excellent, the building is fine a bit of a jaunt from downtown and a bit awkward to approach. But I’d also take my paranoia into account into his assessment.
That’s it, and thanks.
