ErlingHaaland
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After reading JP's review of Niamay I decided I'd spent long enough subsidising Durex shareholders and it was time for a Discovery Channel experience like our mammal brothers on the savannah have.
Comms with Nia were patchy but we finally seemed to confirm a time. I was just getting the red wine and candles ready for a romantic Disney-style liaison when she went AWOL.
Dejected the next day, I was approaching the rub n' tug joint when Nia informed me she was available immediately. Now the glans rather than the cranium brain was running the show so of course I agreed.
It transpires Nia no longer has a WFT (Work from toilet) approach and has acquired a residence in Epsom. Fancy. On entering, the place was pretty messy but I had already committed. The intuition was starting to flare up more than the cock was but with paperwork done I tried to channel some zen and stop overthinking.
Now Nia was very strict about the use of rubbers. There were a few devices strewn about the place. One was a phone with the screensaver visible. Some guy, presumably a cuck or jailbird boyfriend. About the same time I couldn't help but notice a scent of catpiss.
Meanwhile the timer was ticking when I heard a
....Miaaaaaaow
Now I love pets but have no kinks about exhibitionism in front of a domestic feline.
I must say Nia was actually nice and sweet but the whole experience was so fucked up I had to leave.
At home I could feel the PTSD kicking in so cracked open a beer and perused the hooker listings. To my surprise the shitshow that is Escortify turned up a hot looking Japanese lady.
Even better, I received a coherent response. With mention of extras. I decided to put some effort in. Shaved my face (had already shaved my balls), had a shower and put on a smart gentlemanly outfit.
Even better again, the address was a discreet big central city apartment building. No more lurking around Dockside or Cross Street.
I did some serious damage to the bank account. Ah well, one more reason I won't buy a house in Auckland!
On entering I met a Japanese cutie, early to mid 20s who resembled her profile. She was about 5'3. Paperwork done we showered. Not quite as raunchy as some Vixens showers back in the day but still nice.
There was a language barrier I guess but my Japanese was no better than her English. We proceeded to the bed for BJ. No crazy deep throat with gurgling but who needs that.
With a 45 minute booking she straddled me cowgirl. Then I flipped her over and we did it missionary on the end of the bed.
The deed done I had a quick shower. I was proud of myself for recovering from the catpiss and meeting a Japanese hottie.
Comms with Nia were patchy but we finally seemed to confirm a time. I was just getting the red wine and candles ready for a romantic Disney-style liaison when she went AWOL.
Dejected the next day, I was approaching the rub n' tug joint when Nia informed me she was available immediately. Now the glans rather than the cranium brain was running the show so of course I agreed.
It transpires Nia no longer has a WFT (Work from toilet) approach and has acquired a residence in Epsom. Fancy. On entering, the place was pretty messy but I had already committed. The intuition was starting to flare up more than the cock was but with paperwork done I tried to channel some zen and stop overthinking.
Now Nia was very strict about the use of rubbers. There were a few devices strewn about the place. One was a phone with the screensaver visible. Some guy, presumably a cuck or jailbird boyfriend. About the same time I couldn't help but notice a scent of catpiss.
Meanwhile the timer was ticking when I heard a
....Miaaaaaaow
Now I love pets but have no kinks about exhibitionism in front of a domestic feline.
I must say Nia was actually nice and sweet but the whole experience was so fucked up I had to leave.
At home I could feel the PTSD kicking in so cracked open a beer and perused the hooker listings. To my surprise the shitshow that is Escortify turned up a hot looking Japanese lady.
Even better, I received a coherent response. With mention of extras. I decided to put some effort in. Shaved my face (had already shaved my balls), had a shower and put on a smart gentlemanly outfit.
Even better again, the address was a discreet big central city apartment building. No more lurking around Dockside or Cross Street.
I did some serious damage to the bank account. Ah well, one more reason I won't buy a house in Auckland!
On entering I met a Japanese cutie, early to mid 20s who resembled her profile. She was about 5'3. Paperwork done we showered. Not quite as raunchy as some Vixens showers back in the day but still nice.
There was a language barrier I guess but my Japanese was no better than her English. We proceeded to the bed for BJ. No crazy deep throat with gurgling but who needs that.
With a 45 minute booking she straddled me cowgirl. Then I flipped her over and we did it missionary on the end of the bed.
The deed done I had a quick shower. I was proud of myself for recovering from the catpiss and meeting a Japanese hottie.
unless that was her own grey cream 
