After more misery than success with hotel meetups, I swore off them for the longest time. We learn as we go. Some faster than others, but competition with the second brain can be fierce. Under the influence of said second brain but also some positive reviews, I decided to give the Portage Ave location a whirl. This motel style has a streetside door as well as a hallway door on the opposite side adjacent to the washroom.
I can concur with other recent reviews, except re:the age being closer to a 35, but she does have a sweet face (it looks like they all use the same facial alteration app, so ignore that part) and demeanor. I show up clean and didn’t need to pee so we got right to it and I didn’t set foot in the washroom. I did hear a man’s voice but placed it outside the walls in the hallway or next room and didn’t think about it again, as the bbbj was just that distracting. Between her soft skin, plush naturals, and stellar slow blow, I can heartily recommend a visit, and found myself considering a repeat.
Then I heard the hallway door close. I look up and there’s no one there and she motions for me to ignore it. I use the pause point to re-lube and so she checks her phone, replies to a text, and then tells me that I only have 5 minutes left. By my estimation that’s off by a full 10 minutes, and now the ticking clock has thrown me off, but whatever, we’re already in fs mode so I decide to giddyup. A position change and one more phone check later and she tells me I’ve got one minute. Well, that killed any momentum I was gaining and I decided to just stop with no nut.
While I’m getting dressed she makes a call and is talking to a man (Not in english). After I leave, but before I get to my vehicle, I see the man she is talking to walk up to the door and enter. Putting the events together as I drive away it is apparent to me that the guy (boyfriend/handler/protection/pimp) was in the washroom when I arrived, and then let himself out the hallway door while I was mid-session. How fucked up is that?!
Yes, I should have done a walk through and checked my corners.. obviously. And yes, I should be happy I wasn’t robbed or worse.. obviously.. but why does a part of me still consider going back? Good lord. Yes, I’m still investing in this hobby.. and if we keep our collective heads on a swivel we all just might make it out alive.
Keep yer stick on the ice.
I can concur with other recent reviews, except re:the age being closer to a 35, but she does have a sweet face (it looks like they all use the same facial alteration app, so ignore that part) and demeanor. I show up clean and didn’t need to pee so we got right to it and I didn’t set foot in the washroom. I did hear a man’s voice but placed it outside the walls in the hallway or next room and didn’t think about it again, as the bbbj was just that distracting. Between her soft skin, plush naturals, and stellar slow blow, I can heartily recommend a visit, and found myself considering a repeat.
Then I heard the hallway door close. I look up and there’s no one there and she motions for me to ignore it. I use the pause point to re-lube and so she checks her phone, replies to a text, and then tells me that I only have 5 minutes left. By my estimation that’s off by a full 10 minutes, and now the ticking clock has thrown me off, but whatever, we’re already in fs mode so I decide to giddyup. A position change and one more phone check later and she tells me I’ve got one minute. Well, that killed any momentum I was gaining and I decided to just stop with no nut.
While I’m getting dressed she makes a call and is talking to a man (Not in english). After I leave, but before I get to my vehicle, I see the man she is talking to walk up to the door and enter. Putting the events together as I drive away it is apparent to me that the guy (boyfriend/handler/protection/pimp) was in the washroom when I arrived, and then let himself out the hallway door while I was mid-session. How fucked up is that?!
Yes, I should have done a walk through and checked my corners.. obviously. And yes, I should be happy I wasn’t robbed or worse.. obviously.. but why does a part of me still consider going back? Good lord. Yes, I’m still investing in this hobby.. and if we keep our collective heads on a swivel we all just might make it out alive.
Keep yer stick on the ice.
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