Detailed reviews of un-named escorts

[TryHardNobody]

Just for grins, hmm?

The regular reviews, understandably, must be tailored so as they can be approved.
Bite size, not excessively detailed etc.

But hell - we have a reviews forum so - why not, you know, get detailed here?
DETAILS!!

So anyways - feel free to contribute in depth reviews of escort or sex worker hook ups.
I intend to post both, from E-I, and, provided I'm not infringing on any forum boundaries, other sexual encounters also.
Hell - I think I'll even post a few "off the clock" reviews of sex hook ups also; get really down and dirty.
Give the feminist empowerment mob something to really get into a flap about (BTW - did anyone see that viral youtube vid of the outspoken political feminist in Canada that was outed as working as a cam girl in her spare time? lol - the ironing).

I understand escort names are prohibited from being mentioned - which is cool - no intention of doing so anyways.

Stay tuned.

Something "letter to penthouse" quality material to follow:

[TryHardNobody]

BTW - this is all legit, actually happened type material so, in terms of the particulars, I'm sure the descriptions will be very identifiable to many.


This one time - a particular sticky escort hook up.

She's working via a manager, and her manager had a hot phone manner.
I've always wondered who them gals are, and where is their base of operations?

Anyways - her manager sounded hot.
The escort in question is located in a five star hotel, just how I like it to be done. Real high class, plush carpets, greeted enthusiastically by a doll receptionist.

"Hey, I'm here to fuck the pretty 20 year old from the website, can you direct me to room XYZ??".

"Of course sir. Right down the hall, elevators to your right, fourth floor, etc etc".

"Thank you dear".

"No, thank you. Enjoy".

She must have known what was going down cause, she gave me a knowing smile and told me "enjoy".
I can only assume.

Off I go in my sneakers and tracksuit pants.
I really fit in with the vibe of this five star joint.

I get to the floor.
Down the plush inviting corridor I go, taking in the luxury decor.

I get to the room, XYZ, or whatever it was.

A quick knock.
I do my best to look inconspicuous, as I assume I'm being give a quick visual through the peep hole.

The door opens up.

Pictures, reality.
They're close
They match, but they're separated by about, at least a year.
Yes - I'll use the phrase, "it is the gal in the pictures but....", she's become just slightly more filled out, not in the muscular sense, but she's still extremely doable.
She's gone from, Godess, to vixen - put it that way.

However, I am struck by how endearing her personality is.
Quite remarkable for someone who spends weeks on end staring at hotel walls and servicing random hog every waking minute during that time.

Genuine, engaging, an infectious attitude, if you will.

Fuck it, I think. It will surely be a three star minimum.

Shower, check.
Love these high class hotels.
Poor fucking cleaners that have to arrange seven different types of soaps, and seven different types of conditioners, and seven different types of moisturisers, every, fucking, room.
But hell, it's good to experience it from time to time.

Back into the room.

I dramatically remove the towel from around my waist, whilst she gets an eyeful (I'll spare you the details of my own self, but - she was impressed. Put it that way).

"Massage to start off?"

Hell yeah massage to start off.

She did a good massage.
Asian massage joints that I've been to, they teach their employees how to tease and tantalize the clients.
She didn't have that know-how but, a nice, relaxed way to ease into proceedings.

Now - her face, was so pretty.

You know - what her name is..... Lana.

Lana....Rhoades??

Prettiest, most "girl next door" face in porno?

That, but more.

Hard to believe she takes 20 hogs a day but, hey - so long as I'm one of those 20, it's all good.

It's always kind of grim describing how you kissed a sex worker - you know, knowing where their mouth was 20 minutes earlier.... etcetera.
In any case, we start the ol' smoochy smooch smooching.

Her manager really wasn't kidding when she said, "girlfriend experience".
Quite legit, I must say.
Hard to tell the difference here.

Alright I'm horny.

Lot's of "hard to believes" here but, I'm finding it hard to believe such a pretty sweet innocent face is about to wrap her mouth around my throbbing veiny pole - which is exactly what she does next.

And wow - it's not vigorous, or aggressive, but in term or oral contact, she doesn't hold back.

I'm watching that pretty face and smooth silky hair bob up and down, becoming more fluid as her saliva from a slick coating over my angry red hog.
She uses her fingers to pull the foreskin fully down, and wraps her lips right around the bottom edges of the hog head - the place where you normally have to pull back fully whilst washing.

It strikes me as, incredibly filthy - and the look or expression on her face is that, hell - not only is she enjoying but, it's like a place of true contentment for her.

Again, I'll repeat for emphasis, that beautiful, young, vibrant, shining innocent face, looks so content, to be tonguing and sucking with great enthusiasm and tender loving care, on the most foul, crevassed, dirty (yet thankfully freshly washed) and sensitive part, of the most tender and private part of my body.
I mean - she really got in there - in every sense of the expression.

I mean - I feel it necessary to point out - I've had blowjobs before.
Plenty of blowjobs - hell yeah.
But, this, intimate? Is that the correct word?
Or - dirty?
I think dirty is a better word.
I don't think I've experienced..... oh, no - there was this one time, but I had a condom on, and I creamed so quickly I didn't really get to take it all in.

Suffice to say - this, is freakin' mind blowing, whatever I did or did not experience in the past.


She scoots her hips around, and mounts my face.
Needless to say I start chowing down.
I wasn't into ass play at this particular point in time, so I stick to her poontang, and what a poontang it was.
Lovely and taught, tight.
Not that, flappy, fleshy kind - feels unnatural against your tongue.

Smooth right through to the inside, as I separate her labia with my fingers, and run my tongue from her clitoris to the vaginal entry, where I vary between tongue insertion, and attempting to suck the pussy juices right out.

She scoots about again, grabs my face, and starts making out with me - pussy juice all running out the sides of my mouth.

This next part - I probably shouldn't say - but fuck it.

It seemed she was so hot that, she mounted me cowgirl, pussy on hog - about to go deep, raw.

Bad, I know.

At the last second, with eyes closed, assuming she was lost in the moment she mutters, "we need to use condom".

On with the condom.

She starts bopping, just like in those old hollywood flicks.
Hands on my stomach giving her support, head and eyes rolled back.

"Doggystyle".

I'm plowing, and it, is, fucking heavenly. What can I say?

"I'm close baby".

Out with my hog. Off with the condom.
Into her mouth with my hog, then out, then in, then out, in, out etc, correctly massaging my balls concurrently.

Again - that beautiful innocent face.
That pretty delicate mouth.
My angry red hog, the filthy nasty crevice where the foreskin meats the sensitive area below the head - I can't take it any more, and the heavens are about to part.

It's moments like this that my life largely revolves around

And like a pro - she maintains form until every last ounce of pleasure has been sucked from the passage to my soul, and when it's all in her mouth, she removes it gently from around my hog, and looks up at me with a delighted joyful smile - and in that moment, I could marry her.

I watch her ass as she walks to the bathroom, to unload what I've unloaded into her mouth, presumably, into the sink or such.

What a gorgeous woman, I think wistfully - and briefly contemplate hanging about in the corridor to flatten the next client that comes along to get a taste of what I've just had.

When she comes back into the room, that beautiful smiles radiates at me, and we cuddle briefly on the bed.

I'm definitely here longer than a half hour, so I stare into her eyes, press my lips against hers, and then drag myself off the bed.

A little more conversation as I dress, and I muse about all the nasty perceptions and preconceptions surrounding sex work, and its sordid depraved nature, the supposed immorality of the women involved etc - but nothing is more tender and sweet and innocent than this girl sat beside me right now.

As we walk to the door, I stop short, take her face in my hands, and one final kiss goodbye.

And that's it.

So whichever one of you guys was next to kiss her, on at least a molecular level, you received miniscule particles of my nasty ass jizz.
It's just important to me that you know that.