The other night in the chatroom, I think I sent shivers down some WLs spines when I told them the age I lost my virginity to another WL. I won’t repeat it here but suffices to say that she was more than double my age, yet still a young woman, probably of the average age shared by many of the Wls I see these days.
(SKIP IF YOU JUST WANT THE SEX DETAILS)
However, the term “losing my virginity” makes it sound like something bad, like this woman took advantage of me who happened to inadvertedly walk into a brothel. No, she helped me to put behind one big aspect of my adolescence (after all the Latin genesis of the word means something like “going through pain”). I’ll always remember her and how kindly she treated me. To a certain extent she shaped the positive image I generally have of most WLs. She wasn’t ugly, to me she looked fantastic back then; blonde, green eyes, big tits with the longest nipples I have ever seen. She wasn’t model material either and in all certainty, she had what I would probably describe as just acceptable looks pondering from today’s perspective. Plus something I’m also certain about is that she was a bit of an exception in a world of very unattractive WLs. I don’t remember many pretty ones; slutty ones yes, and that was all it mattered to a teenager with boiling hormones. Heavy make-up, mini skirts, cheap lipsticks. I won’t expect many members in this forum to remember their experiences from three decades ago, but if you just look at seventies porn (and I mean real porn, not Hammer horror films which always had hot babes) you won’t find the same level of gorgeous porn stars you see today. Apart from a few anonymous starlets from Denmark, they generally weren’t pretty at all. Just have a look at Linda Lovelance with her poodle hairdo, for example.
All this blurb comes as some sort of assistance to explain you, how surprised I still am about how beautiful some of the women I shag today are. No way that the young adolescent AndyJ would have imagined that one day women like these would be available to him (and to the rest of the world for that matter). I am indeed extremely surprised and needless to say, grateful, about this fact. I celebrate it every time I look at myself on some mirror placed inside a brothel’s room, and see that my penis is inside some of these gorgeous babes, yet I still wonder if it’s some sort of fantasy from which I will wake at any minute but let’s not worry too much for now.
Last night, after some tedious homework, I was hungry, I mysteriously felt some craving for chicken from Nando’s, and one of the very few Nando’s I know in Sydney happens to be strategically located between Allure and Stiletto, on Parramatta Road. Great, I went to Nando’s and then straight to Allure. Three girls on, all of them promised excellent service (and this is something I’ve come to expect from Allure; hence my first point of destination), yet they weren’t quite my type to today’s fussy standards. The receptionist indicated that two more girls would be on two hours later, but that was too far apart for me to wait or go back. I left Allure, and as I was thinking what other place to visit within the same price range, little AndyJ convinced me that I had nothing to lose by having a look at Stiletto, a place well above Allure’s price range. I was a bit reluctant at first but little AndyJ was persuasive.
Little AndyJ: “Mate, maybe Mercedes is there.”
AndyJ: “Yeah right!… what is the likelihood of Mercedes being available for an intro?… none!… besides the hour at Stiletto is $60 more and that’s without counting the extras factor.”
Little AndyJ: “Well, if you only book for 45 minutes that’s only $5 more and maybe you get lucky like with Mercedes. You just have to learn to shut up, mate, don’t chat so much with the hookers, just go there and bang the sluts!” (Apologies for the irreverent language; I’m only quoting little AndyJ, unfortunately that’s the sort of individual he is).
AndyJ: “Hmm, not sure…”
Little AndyJ: Let me in charge and you’ll leave a happy man, I promise you.
AndyJ: Alright… I guess it won’t hurt having a look… but don’t get too carried away!
Little AndyJ: Yay!!!
After the short walk from Allure, we arrived at Stiletto, and I have to say that it’s a bit of a thrill walking in, and watch the choreography the receptionists put into place to avoid you having eye contact with other punters. There was a long line-up last night; it was probably early for Saturday night standards. However, something I hate about Stiletto is how quick they come and go. The receptionist assured me that despite that I should feel free to ask them anything, even if that required a second intro. In any case, I was more concerned with what excuse I could give her to bail out as the parade of ten girls or so was coming to an end. A couple of friendly ones, yet none was doing it for me. Many thin brunettes, and I wonder if these are the girls who drive punters crazy in the reviews I often read. Problem was that a blondesexual like myself was not very impressed… until Victoria came in and Little AndyJ started jumping inside my trousers, and Victoria then spoke with the sexiest of Russian accents.
Little AndyJ: “Mate, you can have the accent, I take care of the rest!”
AndyJ: “Deal!”
(THE SEX BEGINS HERE)
I knew about Victoria from reviews I had read. I couldn’t remember if good ones or bad ones though, but Little AndyJ was in charge, so that was irrelevant anyway. (It was only between the time I informed my choice to the receptionist and the time it took Victoria to return for me, that the penny dropped and I remembered that Victoria was one of Erebus’ favourites, so I was comforted in the fact that Mr. E is a skilful and seasoned fellow punter… when he’s not drunk and when he manages to remember the girls’ names, that is! )
Victoria is in her early/mid twenties, platinum blond hair, blue eyes, high cheek bones, blue eyes like a sea that you could get lost in and swim for hours or even happily drown. A size 8 or 10, generous C-cups, a very cute curvy bum and not too tall (which is probably a good thing, otherwise you would be completely intimidated by her beauty).
She led me to the Kama Sutra room and the first question was how long I wanted to stay, to which I replied 45 minutes. Second question was if I wanted extras like kissing or going down on her. I looked at Little AndyJ…
AndyJ: “I told you!…”
Little AndyJ: “Ah, can we?… can we?… please?”
AndyJ: “You know that’s out of the question, mate.”
I explained Victoria that extras were against my religion (actually, I did not say that because it probably would have confused the hell of my newly found Russian friend). I just told her that I was a little short of cash. Victoria asked me not to worry in the least as she intended to give me a great service nonetheless.
In all fairness to this girl I have to say that while she did not give me what I had not pay extra for (except a few little kisses as a sample), this not affected the rest of her service, which she provided with great enthusiasm. After the shower and some Vodka to keep things in a particular theme. She got rid of her dress and after a look at that impeccable body, I noticed that Little AndyJ was hard already, no need of foreplay or nothing, a look was enough for him to be ready. He looked at me with a grin…
Little AndyJ: “I told you!…”
Victoria approached me and started licking my nipples; soon I was doing the same to hers and to the rest of the body, neck… and as I couldn’t go to places where I generally go, the whole thing transformed into a mind-blowing tease. Finally she put a condom on me and gave me a very nice CBJ. I was enjoying looking straight at her, and also at her reflection on the mirrors, the one above the bed and the one on one side. Once I was about to explode she asked me how do I wanted it. I picked her on top to start with. Little AndyJ had rolled up the condom a tiny bit on the base of its shaft to be able to breathe and it was great to feel the wetness and warm temperature of Victoria, jumping up and down with great energy. This is my second visit to Stiletto, and the first I saw Mercedes who also actually jumped up and down on me. I wonder if jumping up and down is a trademark of the ladies of this place (We all agree on the typical squatting of the girls at The Grosvenor, for example). That proved very nice, albeit a tad risky should Victoria missed the right angle; so I asked to do doggy for my visual pleasure. A few strokes up, a few strokes down with her lying on her tummy, and me looking everything through the mirrors and I was gone, couldn’t hold it any longer. After I finished and a quick rinse, we had another Vodka and some lovely conversation about food and the old continent. We even had time for the nice oily massage she gave me. And once everything was over, she even jumped in the shower with me and cleaned the oil of my back, which felt very nice too.
I have to say that both times I’ve been to Stiletto, they’ve been very good with the time, so I can’t certainly complain. Because of this, and because Victoria is such a good professional, I think it could’ve been better if I only booked 30 minutes and paid the bloody extras, which is something I may consider doing in the future. She strikes me as the kind of girl who after a few visits, she may even forget about the extras but being the place that expensive, it would require a big investment, so the first option seems to be the safest bet. A must see girl for lovers of blondes and foreign accents!
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