Its not too often that I visit the outer suburban brothels. I like it when the look of the building reflects the activities. I have always thought the inner-suburban brothels set in old terrace houses as the most gorgeous looking brothels in Melbourne. If I ran a brothel I would encourage prostitutes to wear Victorian underwear (but thats another fantasy).
So what the heck was I doing in a modern building in Dandenong?
Well, the reviews seduced me along with the enticing name of a WL called The English Rose, a name to set the imagine a-fire. Further, I had other business out that way. So I arrive first thing on a Monday morning. I mean on the dot 11am.
As described, Monique was charming but she told me there was only one WL on.
Oh, who?
The English Rose she said.
YES!!!!!
Dressed in black, she wandered into the lounge as Monique and I were talking. She introduced herself as Lauren.
Would I like to stay?
Would I ever!
Follow me up the stairs. Ah!! All brothels should have stairs. Following the perfect posterior of a WL up the stairs is a great overture.
So, into the room. And it is getting better. It is decorated in the old style. Rose printed sheets, dark colours, decorated cornices. The music control is unique to each room and not governed by the front desk. Thank you, thank you, thank you! ALL BROTHELS SHOULD GIVE YOU A MUSIC OFF OPTION. Put the damn thing off Lauren. I want to hear the rustle of your clothes as they come off. I want to hear that gorgeous SSSHHHHH as your black stockinged legs rub against my skin.
Yes, the stockings stayed on. Ah!, we share a fantasy. She kneels in front of me on the bed. Her fingers are in my hair, her kisses soft and gentle, her hand pulls my face into the nape of her neck. Mmmmm, intoxicating. (No music. I can actually hear her breath instead of Bon-fucking-Jovi or whoever.)
Will you lay back so I can see you complete?
Of course.
All my kisses over her full and shapely breasts and down the full length of her truly desirable body were encouraged. And gratefully given. Thank you Baby. Then the gorgeous experience of going down on her. Thank you Baby
Her reciprocal gentle assault upon my body was incredible. The kisses, nipple licking and stroking was all of the highest order. She listens to body responses. I love a WL who can do that - explores and listens for the positive signs and then works on it.
She prepares to cover me. I think you need some oral.
Well if you say so Lauren.
Wow! Does this girl know what shes doing or what!
Suddenly I am starving for her. I just want to be inside her.
Shhhh, its going to happen any minute now baby.
And there it was. The gorgeous English Rose Cowgirl, riding me to a whole new place.
And all this before midday on a Monday.
A brothel is an oasis, an escape from the world. CV certainly gave me that experience. But Lauren, sweet English Rose, was the mistress of the event.
So what the heck was I doing in a modern building in Dandenong?
Well, the reviews seduced me along with the enticing name of a WL called The English Rose, a name to set the imagine a-fire. Further, I had other business out that way. So I arrive first thing on a Monday morning. I mean on the dot 11am.
As described, Monique was charming but she told me there was only one WL on.
Oh, who?
The English Rose she said.
YES!!!!!
Dressed in black, she wandered into the lounge as Monique and I were talking. She introduced herself as Lauren.
Would I like to stay?
Would I ever!
Follow me up the stairs. Ah!! All brothels should have stairs. Following the perfect posterior of a WL up the stairs is a great overture.
So, into the room. And it is getting better. It is decorated in the old style. Rose printed sheets, dark colours, decorated cornices. The music control is unique to each room and not governed by the front desk. Thank you, thank you, thank you! ALL BROTHELS SHOULD GIVE YOU A MUSIC OFF OPTION. Put the damn thing off Lauren. I want to hear the rustle of your clothes as they come off. I want to hear that gorgeous SSSHHHHH as your black stockinged legs rub against my skin.
Yes, the stockings stayed on. Ah!, we share a fantasy. She kneels in front of me on the bed. Her fingers are in my hair, her kisses soft and gentle, her hand pulls my face into the nape of her neck. Mmmmm, intoxicating. (No music. I can actually hear her breath instead of Bon-fucking-Jovi or whoever.)
Will you lay back so I can see you complete?
Of course.
All my kisses over her full and shapely breasts and down the full length of her truly desirable body were encouraged. And gratefully given. Thank you Baby. Then the gorgeous experience of going down on her. Thank you Baby
Her reciprocal gentle assault upon my body was incredible. The kisses, nipple licking and stroking was all of the highest order. She listens to body responses. I love a WL who can do that - explores and listens for the positive signs and then works on it.
She prepares to cover me. I think you need some oral.
Well if you say so Lauren.
Wow! Does this girl know what shes doing or what!
Suddenly I am starving for her. I just want to be inside her.
Shhhh, its going to happen any minute now baby.
And there it was. The gorgeous English Rose Cowgirl, riding me to a whole new place.
And all this before midday on a Monday.
A brothel is an oasis, an escape from the world. CV certainly gave me that experience. But Lauren, sweet English Rose, was the mistress of the event.