This weekend, as I’ve done before, I’m having a self-imposed break from my regular. Let me tell you that is not easy, but it seems like the healthy thing to do to keep the client-provider relationship exciting in the long term.

 

(SKIP IF YOU JUST WANT THE SEX DETAILS)

 

But it is definitely not easy; let me give you an example. On Wednesday I went to her workplace (which is one of my favourite parlours), knowing she wouldn’t be there. I wanted to try other girls. I didn’t like any of the available ones, so the receptionist asked me who do I usually see there. When I told her, she raised her eyebrows and smiled like admitting that there was no match for that. My regular is the exception rather than the rule; and I’m the kind of punter who usually goes around town looking for exceptions, and sometimes it could be very frustrating but occasionally you may be rewarded.

 

Yesterday, the neighbours were renovating and I basically had to leave my place to escape from the noise. Now, what else could I do other than punting then? (A thousand things really but somehow I only thought of one: an uncomplicated 30 minutes sex session). It was hot and I was meeting friends in the evening, so I thought of going somewhere local, and so I headed to Liaisons. I haven’t been lucky there lately, but all my attempts have been on Saturday nights; so I was slightly more optimistic yet strangely nervous. I got there and there were only two girls available; I went through the usual questions but in reality no way I would have paid to have sex with any of them, let alone paying for extras.

 

I kept going on foot to Manhattan Terrace, Kings Cross. Only one girl available; she was from Melbourne, seemingly accommodating but just not my type. A quick assessment about the time I had available and decided to get the train and head North, to visit Chandalay in Artarmon. I wasn’t quite sure of the address but I had been there once before and it was basically across the station; hard to miss. However, once I arrived, I looked all around and the place wasn’t there. Not all that strange if you consider that Chandalay is in Roseville and not Artarmon. But you can’t blame me; Artarmon and Roseville look exactly the same from the train; a road and a series of shops facing it.

 

I went back to the train station and decided to try La Petite Aroma instead, which at least I knew where it was. Again, only two girls available and a receptionist with a grumpy expression on her face. Intros far too quick so I decided to keep going and not waste these people’s time with my questions and pondering, despite two other girls were becoming available in five minutes time. As I left LPA, I looked at my watch and as I didn’t have a great deal of time left, I decided to swap sex for food. However, as the culinary offer wasn’t enticing me as I walked down Victoria Avenue, I remembered about Victoria’s Secrets, which is basically LPA’s sister operation with a difference, this seems to be the quieter place where LPA’s girls are sent to after they hit a certain age. A concept that reminds me of a famous scene from Fellini’s masterpiece “8 1/2”; that scene where Marcello Mastroianni has to tame with a whip all the women in his mind, and force those who had become older into a special room upstairs; a place where they would be treated kindly anyway but out of sight. And that was a bit the feeling I got when I got there; it seemed for a moment that I had discovered such place, and that they had been eagerly awaiting a male visitor (even if this was just an illusion as the visitors kept arriving once I was there). But the receptionist greeted me with a smile, asked me about how my day had been and went to fetch the girls. Only two girls available too but they were happy to have a bit of a chat. I didn’t ask them about their service since the first one I saw, Christie, gave me an automatic good vibe and so, with very little time left, I decided to book her for half hour.

 

(THE SEX BEGINS HERE)

 

Christie is probably in her thirties, any size between 10 and 12, C-cups, pale skin, long dark hair and very pretty green eyes. After a quick inspection and a shower she was back with a drink for me. Without much hesitation we started pashing each other; she has very soft lips. The pashing then gradually became DFK. After a while of that (I think we both enjoyed the kissing) she went down, kissing my nipples and kept going to give my balls a nice and warm tongue workout which got me very excited. Despite the short booking I thought I had to return the favour somehow and went down on her for a while. She looked like she was really enjoying that too. I then went back up for more kissing and a little bit of rubbing of each other’s private parts until we remembered that little AndyJ did not have a raincoat on (he didn’t tell us anything, he was far too lost in the action too).

 

Christie put a condom on with her mouth and gave me a great CBJ. Some girls have a certain technique that makes you really forget that there’s a piece of rubber between your willy and her lips and tongue; well, Christie is one of them.

 

After keeping me on the edge, she sat on top and we went for quite a few minutes like that with her doing all the work. I was enjoying that but again I thought it was time to do my bit of the work. We changed to doggy and we enjoyed that while perving on the mirror. Christie then went down on her tummy and not long after I came deep inside her while she squizzed out any single drop available. I just collapsed there for a little while on top of the nicest form of mattress I can think of.

 

We even had time for a bit of a chat. Christie has done this job for quite some time and it shows in good way. She’s very friendly and accommodating, and offers good value for money. The 30 minutes at Victoria’s Secrets is $140, which is better than many other places in Sydney