I see that it's been quite a while since I posted anything of significance here on the Winnipeg forum. It's mostly been because I haven't been very active in the hobby over the last few months. I do still read this forum from time to time, though, and I've frequently felt that I should give sometime more back to the community in exchange for all the valuable information I've gotten. I hadn't had much to say recently about the local scene, but I do now. And that brings me to my review of Layla.
I first learned about Layla in george.caruther's recent 'Great Value for Money' post. I enjoy great value for money as much as the next guy, but oddly enough, it wasn't really the discussion of rates that caught my attention. It was that of the four ladies he mentioned, I'd seen three of them and had agreed whole-heartedly with his assessment of them for the most part. So knowing that he and I shared some of the same tastes in women, I was naturally curious about the fourth. I did some digging here, found Layla's glowing reviews and the one rather less enthusiastic review, and grew increasingly curious. I messaged George and got her contact information. It matched the number in her October Backpage ad linked elsewhere here.
Perhaps this outs me as an old phart, but I decry the text message trend in this business. I've gotten used to it to some extent, but I see text messaging as a world where I feel lucky to get a complete sentence, let alone a complete fully-formed thought. Not to mention the frequent lack of promptness of return communication, if I get a return response at all from a lady who is clearly not motivated to meet me.
So I texted Layla one day recently, inquiring about the possibility of meeting. My expectations weren't particularly high. I have to confess that a few recent experiences, as well as the general tone of negativity I see from time to time here colored my perceptions. However, I was very pleasantly surprised by our exchange. The return messages were promptly returned, were thorough in answering my questions, and were well thought out and articulate. The messages also hinted at an eagerness to please that is welcome any old time. Yes, I know that the initial communication is not the most important part of this business but it still sets a tone and you know what they say about first impressions. My first impressions of Layla were very good indeed. So I booked her recently, as my first new local lady I've met in several months.
I arrived at her incall, a modest residence on a quiet street in the west end of the city. The door swung open and I stepped in. The place was very sparsely furnished and in a general state of disarray. She is in the process of vacating this residence and the stack of boxes, lack of furniture and light disarray was consistent with that.
She greeted me wearing a sheer lavender nightie and nothing else. She's quite petite at around 5 feet tall and slim. She has quite glorious long straight blonde hair. I suspect that on a bad day for her you might just pass right by her as a run of the mill pretty girl-next-door type, without a second glance. But that day she had a quick smile that was positively incandescent, transforming her from someone who was merely pretty to someone who was truly beautiful.
We exchanged greetings, and she embraced me and gave me a light French kiss. She was already chasing away the winter cold and the February blahs and I hadn't even gotten my parka and boots off yet. Needless to say, I was already hard and I was barely inside her entrance doorway. We continued kissing for a moment, and finally she took my coat and I took off my boots. She led me by the hand up the nearby stairs. I thought of an old Supremes song covered by The Nylons too many years ago.
Come on up the ladder to the roof
where we can see heaven much better.
Let's go up the ladder to the roof
where we can be closer to heaven.
She led me not to the roof, but an upstairs level where she offered me a shower. She had an array of unscented soaps, a nice touch. I returned from my shower to see her back to me as she was peering out the window. I stood quietly for just a moment, appreciating her tiny perfect bottom and the smooth skin of her back through her sheer nightie.
I dropped my towel and she joined me on the bed- queen sized air mattress on the floor, really. The bedroom, as were the other rooms I saw, was almost empty and had a few boxes and things scattered around. Having moved more than a few times in my life myself, I recognized the temporary nature of her furnishings.
But it was Layla I was there to meet, not her furniture. We embraced and knelt on the bed, kissing and stroking. I kissed her mouth, her neck, her ear, her chest. I stroked and kissed her soft natural breasts. They were very pleasing but the effect of gravity was the only thing that might belie her posted age of 28. No matter, they were just as delicious as I would expect, and her pleasure as I paid attention to them was quite genuine. I thought of laying her down and exploring further but as if she was reading my mind, she lay me down instead. She kissed and licked my nipples, very satisfyingly I must say, making me gasp. She looked up at me with her intense blue eyes, a huge grin on her face. She's a pleaser and she was clearly enjoying the reaction she was getting. But as I was to find out, this was only a little morsel to whet the appetite, a small taste sensation as a prelude to the appetizer. She knelt between my thighs and took me in her mouth.
I've read many reviews that say something along the lines of, "...and then she gave me a blowjob...". But those sparse words just don't get across how incredible Layla's blowjob was that day. She took me in deeply and softly, her tongue flicking on the underside. She settled into an easy pace, glancing up at me from time to time with those blue eyes, a half smile on her lips. She continued for a while, I utterly and completely lost track of time. She was clearly enjoying this, as needless to say was I. The last time that I had a blowjob that remarkable in Winnipeg was from the legendary Victoria Jolie and I think that says it all.
There is a very long list of ladies who will attest that I'm notoriously difficult to get off with oral. It may not seem that way to some of you, but my greatest compliment to her is that she came very close to making me cum, several times. I eventually stopped her. She showed no sign of tiring, but I wanted to give her a break, the poor girl. Besides, I wanted to taste her myself. We kissed and her mouth was warm and wet and she tasted like me.
I laid her back on the bed and she started to stroke her clit with one finger and I watched for a moment before joining in. It didn't take long for me to get her where she wanted to go. She came and came loudly, her face flushed deep red, her body shaking violently, followed by shudders and aftershocks as she gasped for breath. I lay beside her and held her as she calmed down, light kisses and caresses comforting her.
If oral was the appetizer and it was this sumptuous, I could only marvel at the main course. I rolled on a condom and she lay me on my back. She straddled my hips and stoked my cock with her pussy, looking down in rapture. We teased each other for a few minutes before she finally guided me inside.
She's a tiny woman, and she was correspondingly tight and warm. She grimaced for a moment before I slipped inside suddenly. Her eyes half closed and her mouth dropped open. She started to ride me and my hands gripped her butt cheeks, her breasts, her shoulders. She wasn't glancing down at me, seeing how I was reacting anymore. She was there now for her pleasure, not mine. Luckily, I was enjoying it as much as she was.
We switched to missionary in a half-sit up position, where she could watch me glide into her again and again and I could see her breasts jiggle, her long blonde hair flounce, her tiny body heave with every stroke. And it was there that I finished the main course for my recent fine dining experience. I was ready for dessert. I lay back beside Layla and she snuggled up beside me.
We chatted for a while. Like my earlier comments, I could say that she gave me a GFE but those words are quite inadequate to describe that last part of our time together. She was a warm and engaging conversationalist and my greatest compliment is that I felt fully appreciated, a rare thing indeed. She eventually offered me a shower but as I had reached the end of my time and then some, and we both had to move on with our day I passed. I got dressed, had my coat on and we embraced a final goodbye when Layla mentioned the donation. I was horrified. I had very nearly left without leaving it. I'm normally very organized and I've never done this before. She had kept me completely engaged from my entering the door and back there again and I had just forgotten. I consider it a high compliment that she had swept away my usual organization and kept me entirely focused on her instead the whole time. Luckily for me, she just laughed it off.
I consider Layla among the best of the ladies I've seen, local or travelling. Luckily for me, she's local and repeating will be a foregone conclusion. She's pondering what she'll do for her next incall, as she's vacating this one but I expect whatever she'll have in the future will be more polished and organized. I think that the only thing that might limit my visits is the fact that she's quite part-time in this business, having what appears to be an outside full-time job as well. She wants to stay low key and low volume, and have just a few clients. I can only hope to be one of these fortunate few. But in the meantime, I'll smile and remember fondly that wonderful afternoon. And I'll dream of more times like it with the lovely Layla.
I first learned about Layla in george.caruther's recent 'Great Value for Money' post. I enjoy great value for money as much as the next guy, but oddly enough, it wasn't really the discussion of rates that caught my attention. It was that of the four ladies he mentioned, I'd seen three of them and had agreed whole-heartedly with his assessment of them for the most part. So knowing that he and I shared some of the same tastes in women, I was naturally curious about the fourth. I did some digging here, found Layla's glowing reviews and the one rather less enthusiastic review, and grew increasingly curious. I messaged George and got her contact information. It matched the number in her October Backpage ad linked elsewhere here.
Perhaps this outs me as an old phart, but I decry the text message trend in this business. I've gotten used to it to some extent, but I see text messaging as a world where I feel lucky to get a complete sentence, let alone a complete fully-formed thought. Not to mention the frequent lack of promptness of return communication, if I get a return response at all from a lady who is clearly not motivated to meet me.
So I texted Layla one day recently, inquiring about the possibility of meeting. My expectations weren't particularly high. I have to confess that a few recent experiences, as well as the general tone of negativity I see from time to time here colored my perceptions. However, I was very pleasantly surprised by our exchange. The return messages were promptly returned, were thorough in answering my questions, and were well thought out and articulate. The messages also hinted at an eagerness to please that is welcome any old time. Yes, I know that the initial communication is not the most important part of this business but it still sets a tone and you know what they say about first impressions. My first impressions of Layla were very good indeed. So I booked her recently, as my first new local lady I've met in several months.
I arrived at her incall, a modest residence on a quiet street in the west end of the city. The door swung open and I stepped in. The place was very sparsely furnished and in a general state of disarray. She is in the process of vacating this residence and the stack of boxes, lack of furniture and light disarray was consistent with that.
She greeted me wearing a sheer lavender nightie and nothing else. She's quite petite at around 5 feet tall and slim. She has quite glorious long straight blonde hair. I suspect that on a bad day for her you might just pass right by her as a run of the mill pretty girl-next-door type, without a second glance. But that day she had a quick smile that was positively incandescent, transforming her from someone who was merely pretty to someone who was truly beautiful.
We exchanged greetings, and she embraced me and gave me a light French kiss. She was already chasing away the winter cold and the February blahs and I hadn't even gotten my parka and boots off yet. Needless to say, I was already hard and I was barely inside her entrance doorway. We continued kissing for a moment, and finally she took my coat and I took off my boots. She led me by the hand up the nearby stairs. I thought of an old Supremes song covered by The Nylons too many years ago.
Come on up the ladder to the roof
where we can see heaven much better.
Let's go up the ladder to the roof
where we can be closer to heaven.
She led me not to the roof, but an upstairs level where she offered me a shower. She had an array of unscented soaps, a nice touch. I returned from my shower to see her back to me as she was peering out the window. I stood quietly for just a moment, appreciating her tiny perfect bottom and the smooth skin of her back through her sheer nightie.
I dropped my towel and she joined me on the bed- queen sized air mattress on the floor, really. The bedroom, as were the other rooms I saw, was almost empty and had a few boxes and things scattered around. Having moved more than a few times in my life myself, I recognized the temporary nature of her furnishings.
But it was Layla I was there to meet, not her furniture. We embraced and knelt on the bed, kissing and stroking. I kissed her mouth, her neck, her ear, her chest. I stroked and kissed her soft natural breasts. They were very pleasing but the effect of gravity was the only thing that might belie her posted age of 28. No matter, they were just as delicious as I would expect, and her pleasure as I paid attention to them was quite genuine. I thought of laying her down and exploring further but as if she was reading my mind, she lay me down instead. She kissed and licked my nipples, very satisfyingly I must say, making me gasp. She looked up at me with her intense blue eyes, a huge grin on her face. She's a pleaser and she was clearly enjoying the reaction she was getting. But as I was to find out, this was only a little morsel to whet the appetite, a small taste sensation as a prelude to the appetizer. She knelt between my thighs and took me in her mouth.
I've read many reviews that say something along the lines of, "...and then she gave me a blowjob...". But those sparse words just don't get across how incredible Layla's blowjob was that day. She took me in deeply and softly, her tongue flicking on the underside. She settled into an easy pace, glancing up at me from time to time with those blue eyes, a half smile on her lips. She continued for a while, I utterly and completely lost track of time. She was clearly enjoying this, as needless to say was I. The last time that I had a blowjob that remarkable in Winnipeg was from the legendary Victoria Jolie and I think that says it all.
There is a very long list of ladies who will attest that I'm notoriously difficult to get off with oral. It may not seem that way to some of you, but my greatest compliment to her is that she came very close to making me cum, several times. I eventually stopped her. She showed no sign of tiring, but I wanted to give her a break, the poor girl. Besides, I wanted to taste her myself. We kissed and her mouth was warm and wet and she tasted like me.
I laid her back on the bed and she started to stroke her clit with one finger and I watched for a moment before joining in. It didn't take long for me to get her where she wanted to go. She came and came loudly, her face flushed deep red, her body shaking violently, followed by shudders and aftershocks as she gasped for breath. I lay beside her and held her as she calmed down, light kisses and caresses comforting her.
If oral was the appetizer and it was this sumptuous, I could only marvel at the main course. I rolled on a condom and she lay me on my back. She straddled my hips and stoked my cock with her pussy, looking down in rapture. We teased each other for a few minutes before she finally guided me inside.
She's a tiny woman, and she was correspondingly tight and warm. She grimaced for a moment before I slipped inside suddenly. Her eyes half closed and her mouth dropped open. She started to ride me and my hands gripped her butt cheeks, her breasts, her shoulders. She wasn't glancing down at me, seeing how I was reacting anymore. She was there now for her pleasure, not mine. Luckily, I was enjoying it as much as she was.
We switched to missionary in a half-sit up position, where she could watch me glide into her again and again and I could see her breasts jiggle, her long blonde hair flounce, her tiny body heave with every stroke. And it was there that I finished the main course for my recent fine dining experience. I was ready for dessert. I lay back beside Layla and she snuggled up beside me.
We chatted for a while. Like my earlier comments, I could say that she gave me a GFE but those words are quite inadequate to describe that last part of our time together. She was a warm and engaging conversationalist and my greatest compliment is that I felt fully appreciated, a rare thing indeed. She eventually offered me a shower but as I had reached the end of my time and then some, and we both had to move on with our day I passed. I got dressed, had my coat on and we embraced a final goodbye when Layla mentioned the donation. I was horrified. I had very nearly left without leaving it. I'm normally very organized and I've never done this before. She had kept me completely engaged from my entering the door and back there again and I had just forgotten. I consider it a high compliment that she had swept away my usual organization and kept me entirely focused on her instead the whole time. Luckily for me, she just laughed it off.
I consider Layla among the best of the ladies I've seen, local or travelling. Luckily for me, she's local and repeating will be a foregone conclusion. She's pondering what she'll do for her next incall, as she's vacating this one but I expect whatever she'll have in the future will be more polished and organized. I think that the only thing that might limit my visits is the fact that she's quite part-time in this business, having what appears to be an outside full-time job as well. She wants to stay low key and low volume, and have just a few clients. I can only hope to be one of these fortunate few. But in the meantime, I'll smile and remember fondly that wonderful afternoon. And I'll dream of more times like it with the lovely Layla.
