Vanessa of Barracuda agency
[url]http://www.agencybarracuda.co.uk/escortprofile.php?id=125[/url]
vanessa
ash-blonde hair
site says 5’6” think 5’0”
age: site says 24. think 30.
cost gbp150/1 hr
services: according to reports just about everything, including anal
i had a few hours to spare in london, so decided to investigate barracuda, and especially vanessa, who has received some good reports. vanessa is an ash-blonde estonian, and she works from a small flat not far off oxford street.
the agency was fine. i phoned in the morning to make an appointment for 19.00. they had me ring back two hours later, when they confirmed the booking and immediately sms’d the address. good service.
despite a rollicking session with a sandy’s superstar that morning in manchester, i arrived in london feeling pretty horny. firstly i have always had good sessions in london, especially with east europeans, even if the price is always steep. so i was looking forward to another hot hour. secondly i spent a couple of hours walking around the shops and streets enjoying watching all the great looking girls, many tourists of course, that populate the centre on a weekday. quite enough to get the gonads well and truly sizzling.
finding the apartment was very easy, and i arrived right on time and was buzzed in.
if you book vanessa you have to know that she is thin. very thin. and pretty short with it. a breasts. i happen to like thin ones, but i mention that because many don’t. she has long ash-blonde hair, which i think is natural. judging from her slightly careworn face, i reckon she’s about thirty. but the body is class. beautifully tanned with no fat, as you can imagine, and lots of delicious curves. an arse for roaming hands, which mine always are in the extreme. even as she brought me a beer and we dealt with the business, i could tell she had three items of clothing on: one dress, one left shoe and one right shoe. i savoured my beer, had a shower and concluded that things were looking very promising.
little did i realise that my pleasure had reached its zenith with the taste of that beer. i should have been wiser. i had noticed that her smiles were taut, and her gaze was never directed at me, but put that down to nerves with a stranger. i tried a little conversation to break the tension. where are you from? oh, one of the baltic countries (i.e. you wouldn’t know where). but then she faltered. perhaps he doesn’t know what the baltic is. you know, latvia, estonia, places like that. ok. i shut up. i knew my place. to break the silence she whipped off the dress and we backed awkwardly on to the bed, still strangers.
kissing. ah yes, we have to do that. so she did. after a fashion. i searched and i searched, and i still believe she has a tongue, but i can’t in all honesty swear to it, although i can confirm a tooth, which i accidentally hit with mine as i deepened my quest. no joy there. i was not over-impressed.
blowjob, yes i guess so, so we dutifully moved on down. unfortunately vanessa’s technique is high-speed and rough. her fundamental concern is to keep any blood that may already be in your dick in your dick by clamping any possible outflow with an iron grip on the base. this is accompanied by frenetic licking and blowing in all the wrong places and regular swipes with a moist tissue. little tosc was aghast, totally caught for breath at this onslaught. unfortunately i was little able to help because i had concerns of my own. vanessa may only be about 40-45 kgs, and they are great normally because you can bounce them around very happily in cowgirl for example, all sorts of fantasies can be aroused. but i can assure you that they are bloody heavy kilos when all of them are pinning down one small area of your right thigh via a bony elbow. you can imagine how erotically stimulating this was, and the dear girl was having big trouble getting any response from little tosc at all. it was all looking totally hopeless.
we were given a welcome respite when we were rudely interrupted by a loud knock and by the door slowly opening. panic. shto takoye? well i could tell her what the fuck was happening, because eta twai mobilni telefon, which was thrust round the door and was now ringing loudly on the floor where it landed. dick out of mouth, a fumble with the telephone, quick read, switch off, back on bed, dick in mouth, hand clamped, thigh pinned under elbow.
i gently moved her elbow and suggested we might move to 69. sure, no problem. wrong. problem. i firstly had to yank her up about twenty cms so that i could actually reach the area normally targeted by an average-length tongue. all then proceeded swimmingly (great sight, enticing prospect, 69 always works for me, maybe little tosc will respond after all) for thirty heavenly seconds, at which point the lady decided that was it and moved away and applied a moist tissue to clean the offended area i had been addressing. uh? i asked if she didn’t like 69, and she just looked surprised. oh, ok, and back she came again, this time for a much extended session of three minutes, after which she carried out the cleaning procedure once again. the woman’s a total control freak.
back to blowing, but little tosc had given up the ghost, was snoring loudly and refusing to wake. i thought carefully. maybe all this hectic procedure was perhaps because she thought i wanted to come more than once. so i told her i only wanted to come once, so no hurry, take your time, and blow slowly and smoothly along the whole length, feel free to use your tongue and take the clamp off. communications failure. ok, you want condom? eh? no, later. you want come in mouth? more frantic jerking. no, later. little tosc was sore by now and protesting. he’s accompanied me through thick and thin over the years. this was as thin as it comes. we still had forty minutes to go.
at this point things started to go downhill. ok, i called for condom. she’s a totally organised girl, she’s got everything for sure. wrong again, we suddenly realised we had no condoms, didn’t we? rush out into corridor, back from friend in triumph with a condom, only to be greeted by a flaccid sight akin to a beached and helpless baby seal. panic. how to get him big again? more jerking. somehow (i fantasized a little, hard though it was) we achieved a miniscule erection, and somehow she gets the condom on. visible relief crosses her face. no discussion, she chooses reverse cowboy (don’t have to look at them, i guess). rc is normaly great, but as you know it presupposes a pretty sturdy erection. so she sways back and forth, moans, but there could be absolutely no movement, no friction, because little tosc would have slipped out instantly. by now i was so fascinated, i had given up giving any assistance whatsoever. i wanted to see how she got out of this. panic, that’s what she did, as the inevitable happened after two minutes. clock ticking, no erection, no come. more over-the-speed-limit jerking. gradually built it up (i had mercy on her), and things accelerated. of course cim was no cim, she put her hand over what little there was, no contact with lips or mouth. i could have done a handjob twenty times better myself. but she remembered to wipe her lips appreciatively for show. how did i feel? yes, kaputt. i didn’t say what was kaputt. little tosc was already off the bed and grabbing my trousers for me, but i insisted on a shower for the poor raw fellow, and then we were gone into the night.
i left the flat at 19.55 and was amazed it had lasted that long. round the corner is middlesex hospital. unfortunately it is now closed, so i couldn’t limp in there for emergency treatment.
the amazing thing was that vanessa worked very hard. i couldn’t fault her intentions at all. she was willing and by the end desperately wanted to get me off. the only problem was that she has absolutely no idea how to do sex. either that or all ********* reporters just want to be jerked off and return home.
well, if you are of a masochistic nature and want an expensive tense hour, or simply believe i am exaggerating, by all means go to see vanessa of barracuda. but we on isg are perhaps a little more demanding, and i trust you’ll think very carefully before taking such a step. emptor caveat et suus dickus caveat. i guess we need an experience like this occasionally to confirm how good our other london sessions generally are. back to the fkks for me, and little tosc can’t wait.
Great report, but next time....
[quote=toscana][url]http://www.agencybarracuda.co.uk/escortprofile.php?id=125[/url]
vanessa
ash-blonde hair
site says 5’6” think 5’0”
age: site says 24. think 30.
cost gbp150/1 hr
services: according to reports just about everything, including anal
i had a few hours to spare in london, so decided to investigate barracuda, and especially vanessa, who has received some good reports. vanessa is an ash-blonde estonian, and she works from a small flat not far off oxford street.
the agency was fine. i phoned in the morning to make an appointment for 19.00. they had me ring back two hours later, when they confirmed the booking and immediately sms’d the address. good service.
despite a rollicking session with a sandy’s superstar that morning in manchester, i arrived in london feeling pretty horny. firstly i have always had good sessions in london, especially with east europeans, even if the price is always steep. so i was looking forward to another hot hour. secondly i spent a couple of hours walking around the shops and streets enjoying watching all the great looking girls, many tourists of course, that populate the centre on a weekday. quite enough to get the gonads well and truly sizzling.
finding the apartment was very easy, and i arrived right on time and was buzzed in.
if you book vanessa you have to know that she is thin. very thin. and pretty short with it. a breasts. i happen to like thin ones, but i mention that because many don’t. she has long ash-blonde hair, which i think is natural. judging from her slightly careworn face, i reckon she’s about thirty. but the body is class. beautifully tanned with no fat, as you can imagine, and lots of delicious curves. an arse for roaming hands, which mine always are in the extreme. even as she brought me a beer and we dealt with the business, i could tell she had three items of clothing on: one dress, one left shoe and one right shoe. i savoured my beer, had a shower and concluded that things were looking very promising.
little did i realise that my pleasure had reached its zenith with the taste of that beer. i should have been wiser. i had noticed that her smiles were taut, and her gaze was never directed at me, but put that down to nerves with a stranger. i tried a little conversation to break the tension. where are you from? oh, one of the baltic countries (i.e. you wouldn’t know where). but then she faltered. perhaps he doesn’t know what the baltic is. you know, latvia, estonia, places like that. ok. i shut up. i knew my place. to break the silence she whipped off the dress and we backed awkwardly on to the bed, still strangers.
kissing. ah yes, we have to do that. so she did. after a fashion. i searched and i searched, and i still believe she has a tongue, but i can’t in all honesty swear to it, although i can confirm a tooth, which i accidentally hit with mine as i deepened my quest. no joy there. i was not over-impressed.
blowjob, yes i guess so, so we dutifully moved on down. unfortunately vanessa’s technique is high-speed and rough. her fundamental concern is to keep any blood that may already be in your dick in your dick by clamping any possible outflow with an iron grip on the base. this is accompanied by frenetic licking and blowing in all the wrong places and regular swipes with a moist tissue. little tosc was aghast, totally caught for breath at this onslaught. unfortunately i was little able to help because i had concerns of my own. vanessa may only be about 40-45 kgs, and they are great normally because you can bounce them around very happily in cowgirl for example, all sorts of fantasies can be aroused. but i can assure you that they are bloody heavy kilos when all of them are pinning down one small area of your right thigh via a bony elbow. you can imagine how erotically stimulating this was, and the dear girl was having big trouble getting any response from little tosc at all. it was all looking totally hopeless.
we were given a welcome respite when we were rudely interrupted by a loud knock and by the door slowly opening. panic. shto takoye? well i could tell her what the fuck was happening, because eta twai mobilni telefon, which was thrust round the door and was now ringing loudly on the floor where it landed. dick out of mouth, a fumble with the telephone, quick read, switch off, back on bed, dick in mouth, hand clamped, thigh pinned under elbow.
i gently moved her elbow and suggested we might move to 69. sure, no problem. wrong. problem. i firstly had to yank her up about twenty cms so that i could actually reach the area normally targeted by an average-length tongue. all then proceeded swimmingly (great sight, enticing prospect, 69 always works for me, maybe little tosc will respond after all) for thirty heavenly seconds, at which point the lady decided that was it and moved away and applied a moist tissue to clean the offended area i had been addressing. uh? i asked if she didn’t like 69, and she just looked surprised. oh, ok, and back she came again, this time for a much extended session of three minutes, after which she carried out the cleaning procedure once again. the woman’s a total control freak.
back to blowing, but little tosc had given up the ghost, was snoring loudly and refusing to wake. i thought carefully. maybe all this hectic procedure was perhaps because she thought i wanted to come more than once. so i told her i only wanted to come once, so no hurry, take your time, and blow slowly and smoothly along the whole length, feel free to use your tongue and take the clamp off. communications failure. ok, you want condom? eh? no, later. you want come in mouth? more frantic jerking. no, later. little tosc was sore by now and protesting. he’s accompanied me through thick and thin over the years. this was as thin as it comes. we still had forty minutes to go.
at this point things started to go downhill. ok, i called for condom. she’s a totally organised girl, she’s got everything for sure. wrong again, we suddenly realised we had no condoms, didn’t we? rush out into corridor, back from friend in triumph with a condom, only to be greeted by a flaccid sight akin to a beached and helpless baby seal. panic. how to get him big again? more jerking. somehow (i fantasized a little, hard though it was) we achieved a miniscule erection, and somehow she gets the condom on. visible relief crosses her face. no discussion, she chooses reverse cowboy (don’t have to look at them, i guess). rc is normaly great, but as you know it presupposes a pretty sturdy erection. so she sways back and forth, moans, but there could be absolutely no movement, no friction, because little tosc would have slipped out instantly. by now i was so fascinated, i had given up giving any assistance whatsoever. i wanted to see how she got out of this. panic, that’s what she did, as the inevitable happened after two minutes. clock ticking, no erection, no come. more over-the-speed-limit jerking. gradually built it up (i had mercy on her), and things accelerated. of course cim was no cim, she put her hand over what little there was, no contact with lips or mouth. i could have done a handjob twenty times better myself. but she remembered to wipe her lips appreciatively for show. how did i feel? yes, kaputt. i didn’t say what was kaputt. little tosc was already off the bed and grabbing my trousers for me, but i insisted on a shower for the poor raw fellow, and then we were gone into the night.
i left the flat at 19.55 and was amazed it had lasted that long. round the corner is middlesex hospital. unfortunately it is now closed, so i couldn’t limp in there for emergency treatment.
the amazing thing was that vanessa worked very hard. i couldn’t fault her intentions at all. she was willing and by the end desperately wanted to get me off. the only problem was that she has absolutely no idea how to do sex. either that or all ********* reporters just want to be jerked off and return home.
well, if you are of a masochistic nature and want an expensive tense hour, or simply believe i am exaggerating, by all means go to see vanessa of barracuda. but we on isg are perhaps a little more demanding, and i trust you’ll think very carefully before taking such a step. emptor caveat et suus dickus caveat. i guess we need an experience like this occasionally to confirm how good our other london sessions generally are. back to the fkks for me, and little tosc can’t wait.[/quote]
ask us, london based members, and we could help you finding a better deal..that's the least we can do given your useful posts in the fkk sections and elsewhere...
if timing is ok, you should have tried one of the top parties, that's what is the closest in london to fkk or rather partytreffs.
pm if you need more info at your next vidit.
Carmen in South Kensington
Name: Carmen
Nationality: Brazilian (!)
Cost: £300 p/h
Agency: Agency-Provocateur
[url]http://www.agency-provocateur.com/cgi-bin/gallery/london_escorts.cgi?action=detail&gallery=s&id=633[/url]
9/10!
A first-time punt in London. Carmen is pricey, but worth every penny. For those of you who like the more exotic looking girls, she's perfect. She's from Sao Paulo in Brazil, but speaks English very well. She's the sort of girl who you'd do a double, no triple, take to on the street. PLUS, she does everything you'd expect from a Brazilian;.)
Highly recommended.
Chinese/Thai AMPs: a comparative evaluation
Thanks to great contributors to this forum, I have experienced 2 chinese and 1 thai joints in Central North West London, namely, Chinese massage on Crawford Street, San ling on Baker Street, and Thai massage on Paddington
All these places have ben already adequately described in previous posts, so I will limit myself to my own experience and my subjective judgment.
Disclaimer: This is only based on 3 visits to the Baker Street joint, 1 to Thai on Paddington, and one to Crawford Street. So no statistical power here.
Executive summary: Avoid Thai on Paddington: lame massage by a 60+ lady, plus lame HJ and hardly no touching. Between Crawford and Baker Street, I preferredd Crawford, but that' a personal judgment, and both are actually worth a visit.
Report: Thai massage: went in around 3 pm. Welcomed by the middle age white woman. Not exceedlingly friendly. Asked me if I had been here before. Said yes, but that was a lie, that I regretted a minute later when I was left hanging around with my towel and no indication where to go. Anyway found my way to the basement. On my way saw 3 Thai women, all of them more than 60, I promise. Had a shower, and was then picked up by the youngest looking of them.... Was taken to a small cubicle, with a bare narrow massage table. Another table in the same cubicle, just separated by a loose curtain. For some odd reasons, I had taken an hour, a mistake, should have taken 30 minutes since I did not know what to expect. Got an ordinary massage with hands only, the woman did not undress at all, and, although she allowed my hands to roam around I only met pieces of heavy clothing; Half way, I hear noise around: another guy and his masseuse just got in the room, and setlle on the other side of the curtain. This guy had only taken 30 minutes, so I heard him cumming towards the end of his session.. Not very exciting.. When my turn came, she showed my dick, and I agreed, and she started to give a HJ with the same interest as she was washing her underwear. Anyway, I pride myself to be able to cum in any circumstances, and dufilly did.
Gave her her 20 £ tip, got dressed quickly and rushed out...
Crawford Street.
Went in another day at the same time, around 3 pm. Was lucky that all 3 girls were available, so was offered to choose: None stunning, but all decent 20-30 looking girls dressed in lingerie. Choose the youngest looking. The place is a nice flat, and therefore you are taken to a nice room with attached bathroom, a bib bed. Quite a change from the other places. Was shown the menu. I had read in previous posts that you have to take the 80£ option to make the most of it. That allows for one hour massage with naked body and HJ. My girls spoke minimal english, was from Korea. Small breasts, nice tight body. Very attentive, wipe me after the shower etc.. Massage was Ok, then good rubbing all over by her naked body, licking almost everywhere, even around the back entrance (AR is a speciality for those who know Korean girsl) and balls, allowing fondling everywhere and fingering and then good oily HJ with lots of eye contact to finish. Since there was some time left, offered relaxing massage and then helping with the shower etc.. All in all a very good hour for 80£. Can one get FS here? I don't know, but I don't think it is inpossible. Will surely go back
San Ling on Baker Street;
First visit, was lucky to be given Lucy, well known on this forum. Not a stunner, but decent. Took 45 minutes. Good massage with clothes on for 30 min, allowing my hands to roam around her. Then, quick agreement for dick masage. Started to fondle her breasts, she helped to undo her bra. A lot of breast kissing, and even some mouth kissing, yes she started to take maximum pleasure in this (fake?), I tried getting South, was told "next time", and all this finishing in a quite good orgasm through excellent HJ. All in all, very satisfied after the session, but a bit frustratied reading that others got much more...
Went a second time, wanting to try lucy again, but was immediately taken by another girl whom I found more attractive, so decided to go with her. It's not Jenny, I don't know her name. Same routine, but here I got her all naked, could kiss and finger everywhere, and the whole thing again finishing happily with HJ. Did not aks for more, but maybe available.
Went a third time today, but there were no girls at the counter, the Chinese guy there went to look for one, and I did not like what I saw coming up the stairs, so politely left.
This is a good joint, but it is still the bare massage set up with Hj, whether at Crawford Street, it's more like your Thai joint in Bangkopk, with naked body body massage and happy ending. Ok it is not Bangkok, I know, but for London, it's not bad.
Anyway, here are my 2 cents.
Will be pleased to hear other regular's comments.
