I think the last time I wrote anything about the state in pooning in Winnipeg, it wasn't all that complimentary. I wrote about how I had a difficult day finding company, and had a general rant about how the quality and quantity of working ladies had declined here.
I definitely wasn't the first person to say these things in the last little while and I know I won't be the last. All the same, I'd contributed to this pessimistic zeitgeist. However, I believe in balance. If I have the freedom to write negatively toned posts regarding the hobby here, I should feel a little responsibility to report the good times I've had with local ladies, too. And that brings me to my latest review. Enjoy.
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I recently found myself one morning with too much free time on my hands. Of course, you all know that saying about the Devil finding work for idle hands. My idle hands soon found themselves at the computer, browsing to see what was what that morning.
I don't often browse backpage in search of professional company. It has a well-deserved reputation in Winnipeg as the ruling bastion of the less reputable, the less professional. But that day, I was there because there was a very well reviewed lady whose advertising is solely there. Of course, I'm referring to Emily. But what had really tipped the balance in her favor wasn't just her reviews, but instead it was the way that she conducted herself in her posts to some of her detractors. Sadly, those posts were deleted and I can't refer back to them now. But they showed her as intelligent and classy and definitely as someone who was worth seeking out. So much so, in fact, that I knew I should wait a few days for the effects of those posts to pass, because I knew that she would be inundated with calls.
That had been some weeks ago. That recent morning I waited until what I hoped was a civilized hour and sent her a text saying I was interested- could I give her a call to discuss a visit? Now, I have to say that recently my expectations for making contact with a local have been lower than a truckstop cafe tip but to my surprise, I got a text back almost immediately. I called her and she sounded intelligent and pleasant on the phone, and I made a booking for later that day.
She has a downtown incall, easy to find and with plenty of parking around but of course, since it was downtown I came prepared with change. I parked and sent a text that I was there. She responded that she needed a few more minutes. I strolled slowly in the area and was debating getting some coffee at a nearby cafe when I got a text. She was at her door. Where was I? Oops. I rushed back and was let in, and followed her back to her place.
The photos in her BP ad are absolutely, positively of her. Her face is just as pretty as I had hoped. She has long, soft curly brown hair and deliciously straight white teeth. I think I recall seeing some carping that some of her pictures had the classic signs of being posed to hide a little belly fat, but I suspect that those who have said that hadn't seen her in the flesh. She's not a spinner and for me, I liked that she was womanly in her curves. I would describe her as Marilynesque, with real boobs and a delightfully shapely bottom separated by a classic hourglass shape.
Her place was dim, candlelit, and clean. I didn't smell any smoke or worse, strong incense to cover the smell of smoke and that's a huge plus for me. I don't think she lets anyone smoke there, and that might be a detraction to some.
But of course, the surroundings are definitely secondary to the occupant. I leaned in for a kiss and she rather surprised me with some smoking hot DFK, full of passion as she coiled herself around me. Wow. I pulled back and saw the wide grin on her face as she saw my reaction. I wasted no time in getting undressed, throwing my freshly-pressed shirt and jacket aside without a second thought.
I believe that she is a longtime alumnus of EB/TO. Over the years, I've seen quite a few ladies who had either gotten their start there or at Broadways or Nevada. And though I've never been in any of these places, I often recognized when ladies had spent a fair bit of time in them because they often shared particular rituals. Very small things, like spreading a beach towel over the bed or lying a particular way when I was getting a CBJ. I guess that repetition can make the rituals with which you were trained, indelible. But had I not already known that about Emily, I never would have guessed it. She seemed to have no burned-in rituals. It felt like she was new and fresh to the business for me and me alone.
She is very well reviewed, so I know that I'm likely not alone here but I feel like we really clicked. I'm often laid back in session but with her, my passions were fully roused. We had a very, shall we say, active session and I know for at least a couple of days afterwards I felt the aftereffects in my belly, my legs, my shoulders. But it was a good ache, one which brought a smile to my lips everytime I felt a twinge and remembered how I got to be that way. I need to start working out again, for sure.
I simply can't remember the last time I had so much fun with a local lady. It gave me hope for the local scene. Repeat?
Oh yeah.
I definitely wasn't the first person to say these things in the last little while and I know I won't be the last. All the same, I'd contributed to this pessimistic zeitgeist. However, I believe in balance. If I have the freedom to write negatively toned posts regarding the hobby here, I should feel a little responsibility to report the good times I've had with local ladies, too. And that brings me to my latest review. Enjoy.
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I recently found myself one morning with too much free time on my hands. Of course, you all know that saying about the Devil finding work for idle hands. My idle hands soon found themselves at the computer, browsing to see what was what that morning.
I don't often browse backpage in search of professional company. It has a well-deserved reputation in Winnipeg as the ruling bastion of the less reputable, the less professional. But that day, I was there because there was a very well reviewed lady whose advertising is solely there. Of course, I'm referring to Emily. But what had really tipped the balance in her favor wasn't just her reviews, but instead it was the way that she conducted herself in her posts to some of her detractors. Sadly, those posts were deleted and I can't refer back to them now. But they showed her as intelligent and classy and definitely as someone who was worth seeking out. So much so, in fact, that I knew I should wait a few days for the effects of those posts to pass, because I knew that she would be inundated with calls.
That had been some weeks ago. That recent morning I waited until what I hoped was a civilized hour and sent her a text saying I was interested- could I give her a call to discuss a visit? Now, I have to say that recently my expectations for making contact with a local have been lower than a truckstop cafe tip but to my surprise, I got a text back almost immediately. I called her and she sounded intelligent and pleasant on the phone, and I made a booking for later that day.
She has a downtown incall, easy to find and with plenty of parking around but of course, since it was downtown I came prepared with change. I parked and sent a text that I was there. She responded that she needed a few more minutes. I strolled slowly in the area and was debating getting some coffee at a nearby cafe when I got a text. She was at her door. Where was I? Oops. I rushed back and was let in, and followed her back to her place.
The photos in her BP ad are absolutely, positively of her. Her face is just as pretty as I had hoped. She has long, soft curly brown hair and deliciously straight white teeth. I think I recall seeing some carping that some of her pictures had the classic signs of being posed to hide a little belly fat, but I suspect that those who have said that hadn't seen her in the flesh. She's not a spinner and for me, I liked that she was womanly in her curves. I would describe her as Marilynesque, with real boobs and a delightfully shapely bottom separated by a classic hourglass shape.
Her place was dim, candlelit, and clean. I didn't smell any smoke or worse, strong incense to cover the smell of smoke and that's a huge plus for me. I don't think she lets anyone smoke there, and that might be a detraction to some.
But of course, the surroundings are definitely secondary to the occupant. I leaned in for a kiss and she rather surprised me with some smoking hot DFK, full of passion as she coiled herself around me. Wow. I pulled back and saw the wide grin on her face as she saw my reaction. I wasted no time in getting undressed, throwing my freshly-pressed shirt and jacket aside without a second thought.
I believe that she is a longtime alumnus of EB/TO. Over the years, I've seen quite a few ladies who had either gotten their start there or at Broadways or Nevada. And though I've never been in any of these places, I often recognized when ladies had spent a fair bit of time in them because they often shared particular rituals. Very small things, like spreading a beach towel over the bed or lying a particular way when I was getting a CBJ. I guess that repetition can make the rituals with which you were trained, indelible. But had I not already known that about Emily, I never would have guessed it. She seemed to have no burned-in rituals. It felt like she was new and fresh to the business for me and me alone.
She is very well reviewed, so I know that I'm likely not alone here but I feel like we really clicked. I'm often laid back in session but with her, my passions were fully roused. We had a very, shall we say, active session and I know for at least a couple of days afterwards I felt the aftereffects in my belly, my legs, my shoulders. But it was a good ache, one which brought a smile to my lips everytime I felt a twinge and remembered how I got to be that way. I need to start working out again, for sure.
I simply can't remember the last time I had so much fun with a local lady. It gave me hope for the local scene. Repeat?
Oh yeah.
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