Well here I am, banished from the main Alberta review board. I will don my garish plaid suit and tighten up the collar a little bit and proclaim to all you kids out there: When you make it to the bigs, don't be messin around with a second user account to stir the pot with (or at least admit that you are), because the refs out there are heavy handed I tells ya! 'Cause before you see it coming...BOOM....two months suspension. No warning, no suggestion to cool it, nevermind not having any previous record or infractions, your done. Now what? This PERB place just isn't the same. Ok but just not the same. This must be what methadone feels like to heroine addicts. Surely.
Well that doesn't mean Oskie stops tellin stories about Edmonton's finest now does it. I couldn't help but be titillated by a recent thread over in CAFland about East Indian SP's. I've never been with one before. Always so exotic and taboo to us whiteboys growing up. The description about Miss Ruby was a little too good to pass up...Exotic with natural DD's...Great massage....watch her come over and over again. I've never been to Cleopatra's before, nor have I heard much about it. When I arrived, I could tell why. It's a hole in the wall in a very scary part of town...speaking of methadone. However, inside at the foot of the stairs stood a very lovely caramel skinned sweetheart with gorgeous long jet black hair down to her ass. She has almond shaped deep brown eyes and a luminous smile that lit up the dark foyer. You must be Oskie, come with me, she says and leads me down the hallway to a smallish but adequate, clean and cozy candle-lit massage room. She wore a tight black sweatsuit ensemble, chosen of course for comfort while limbering up for the reenactment of the Kama Sutra surely to follow
Her deep cleavage revealed that there were substantial exotic delights waiting for liberation from the cruel restraints of her modern workout wear. I tell her that I'm really craving a deep, pampering massage and that I heard she's very good at them. She smiles and winks. You've come to the right place! I shower up and wait for her on the table.
She poured some hot oil on my back and starts gently spreading it around. Let me know if I press too hard for you, Hon, she asks. I am really wound up today and my back is legitimately sore, so I reply press as hard as you possibly can, Love, I appreciate it. Now most MP mechanics are rolling their eyes at this request and put forth a token bit more pressure. However, what does mistress Ruby say? Well then I better take off my shirt and climb up there so I can use my elbows, OK? Uhh, OK! She climbed aboard and bore down on me. Hard. To my delight I received a professional calibre massage. Thora the 6ft Swedish RMT couldn't have done any better herself. Her technique was very thorough and unforgiving but included short interludes of tenderness and sensuality. Perfect. I had reached a completly gelatinous state. Ohhh, that massage was great, I said. I feel so good. What a pleasant surprise. Well turn over and I've got another surprise for you, she naughtily says.
I'm now blessed with the first real good look at my ultra-curvy Rati, goddess of lust. She peels off her bra and lets loose her massive mocha-coloured breasts adorned with the most delicious looking rich milk chocolatety nipples. Yum! She starts off with a skillful albeit rushed CBJ. I didn't mind as much because she put so much effort into the Cowgirl that followed. We must have been a good fit because she took the time to find the angle that she wanted and once again bore down on me with the same vigor she used in her massage. Within seconds she was shrieking!You can always tell (and feel) when they're not faking it. Mistress Ruby was definitely having just as much fun as I was. She crashed down beside me in a heap and we held eachother for a very long time. Bliss.
Ruby is a very passionate and exotic but down to earth treat and I will definitely repeat. She very obviously takes pride in herself and service. What a find!
Well that doesn't mean Oskie stops tellin stories about Edmonton's finest now does it. I couldn't help but be titillated by a recent thread over in CAFland about East Indian SP's. I've never been with one before. Always so exotic and taboo to us whiteboys growing up. The description about Miss Ruby was a little too good to pass up...Exotic with natural DD's...Great massage....watch her come over and over again. I've never been to Cleopatra's before, nor have I heard much about it. When I arrived, I could tell why. It's a hole in the wall in a very scary part of town...speaking of methadone. However, inside at the foot of the stairs stood a very lovely caramel skinned sweetheart with gorgeous long jet black hair down to her ass. She has almond shaped deep brown eyes and a luminous smile that lit up the dark foyer. You must be Oskie, come with me, she says and leads me down the hallway to a smallish but adequate, clean and cozy candle-lit massage room. She wore a tight black sweatsuit ensemble, chosen of course for comfort while limbering up for the reenactment of the Kama Sutra surely to follow
Her deep cleavage revealed that there were substantial exotic delights waiting for liberation from the cruel restraints of her modern workout wear. I tell her that I'm really craving a deep, pampering massage and that I heard she's very good at them. She smiles and winks. You've come to the right place! I shower up and wait for her on the table.She poured some hot oil on my back and starts gently spreading it around. Let me know if I press too hard for you, Hon, she asks. I am really wound up today and my back is legitimately sore, so I reply press as hard as you possibly can, Love, I appreciate it. Now most MP mechanics are rolling their eyes at this request and put forth a token bit more pressure. However, what does mistress Ruby say? Well then I better take off my shirt and climb up there so I can use my elbows, OK? Uhh, OK! She climbed aboard and bore down on me. Hard. To my delight I received a professional calibre massage. Thora the 6ft Swedish RMT couldn't have done any better herself. Her technique was very thorough and unforgiving but included short interludes of tenderness and sensuality. Perfect. I had reached a completly gelatinous state. Ohhh, that massage was great, I said. I feel so good. What a pleasant surprise. Well turn over and I've got another surprise for you, she naughtily says.
I'm now blessed with the first real good look at my ultra-curvy Rati, goddess of lust. She peels off her bra and lets loose her massive mocha-coloured breasts adorned with the most delicious looking rich milk chocolatety nipples. Yum! She starts off with a skillful albeit rushed CBJ. I didn't mind as much because she put so much effort into the Cowgirl that followed. We must have been a good fit because she took the time to find the angle that she wanted and once again bore down on me with the same vigor she used in her massage. Within seconds she was shrieking!You can always tell (and feel) when they're not faking it. Mistress Ruby was definitely having just as much fun as I was. She crashed down beside me in a heap and we held eachother for a very long time. Bliss.
Ruby is a very passionate and exotic but down to earth treat and I will definitely repeat. She very obviously takes pride in herself and service. What a find!
