The short version: Amazing spinner. DATY, DIGITS, CBJ all good. Terrific in all positions. Not a kisser. No doubt, YMMV.
L: 8-9 (in my book)
A: 9.5
S: 9 Damage: 45-min all-inclusive $.6 + .2 tip
A bit more detail—for those who care
Incredible, when you’re lonely, how a little loving with a sweetie SP can make all the difference…
In the “Bodycare” section of today’s Province I notice an ad for Q-Point which says “New Mgmt Style”—and I feel intrigued enough to decide to check out this place on a rainy afternoon when I've nothing better to do.
Ringing the Q-Point door bell with only the faintest of jitters in my belly, I get a hearty welcome from a strikingly tiny lady named Carol who's the mamasan. I ask to see the lineup before donating $.6 for the all-inclusive.
One by one, 4 girls introduce themselves to me—3 feisty, scantily clad young Asian Amazons ready for battle, plus one rather pale, skinny, shy-looking girl with a cute face named Elaine who reminds you of your Chinese neighbor’s innocent teenage daughter.
Each of those three Amazons could trigger a massive hormone surge in me for sure, but——Elaine has something they don’t have: “forbidden fruit” appeal. And I’ve always been big on forbidden fruit, breaking rules, violating taboos.
Mamasan seems surprised when I announce my choice. “Elaine??” she wonders.
The room has a shower and a strategically placed mirror and seems cozy enough, except for a TV (which I switch off). I play my favorite soft music on the CD player I brought.
I barely finish my shower when Elaine comes in wearing a short white dress. She’s cheery and easygoing, and happy to put on black stockings for me. We even dance a little and begin slow intimate caresses.
Off comes her dress to reveal a young Asian woman’s body, not voluptuous of course, but delicate and perfect in its own way. I lie down on the massage table and ask her to make me hard. She touches Nimrod with surprising finesse, in a way that’s neither too hard nor too soft, neither too quick nor too slow.
Yes, she says, she loves being sexual with a man. Eager-to-please, with her little mouth, she gives me a CBJ and keeps my pride-and-joy in a state of throbbing tumescence for 4 or 5 minutes. I meet no resistance as I gently explore her silky-smooth kitty with my fingers.
And then, after switching condoms, I slowly slide in, deeper and deeper, feeling beautifully enveloped. Now that her mouth is free I also ask her to talk dirty. In her chirpy, cheery voice she utters a few delightfully naughty phrases about what she wants me to do to her.
We cycle through lots of positions, MISH, CG, reverse CG, DOGGIE and back to MISH, interspersed with heavenly DATY. Without the slightest trouble she does a spin from CG to RCG while remaining solidly impaled.
I do a reverse MISH with sweet vistas of her lovely puckered starfish which seems to twinkle at me in a way that invites me to give it a nice firm lick. She doesn’t object.
More DATY, and then the grand finale in ACG. Propping her up with my hand, I move that light body up and down my shaft until I feel my hot lava spurting upward into that lovely crater.
Weighing about twice as much as she does, I worry out loud that I might have hurt her. “No,” she says, “you were gentle.”
She cleans me up. After a quick shower I ask her to give me a massage sitting on top of me. Having her crotch press into my ass actually feels nicer than her hands kneading my shoulders.
She tells me a bit about herself. She’s been in Canada for 4 years as a student and used to work in a restaurant before starting this job only 2 weeks ago. My intuitions tell me to believe her (though my intuitions have been sadly wrong before…) She also says she’s 24—I would have guessed 19.
“Thanks for making me feel less lonely today,” I say.
“I get lonely too sometimes,” she says.
“You? But it’s so easy for you to have a boyfriend.”
“Having a boyfriend doesn’t mean you can’t be lonely—” she replies, “if the other person doesn’t really understand you.”
Waves of tenderness toward her flood through me. Conversations like this with Asian SPs, in flawless English, are rarely possible.
Mamasan Carol's soft voice comes on over the intercom announcing, "Elaine, your session is almost over."
As we part with a warm hug, I say jokingly: “Do me a favor—don’t let me fall in love with you.” She chuckles. “Okay, I won’t” she says before disappearing.
Before leaving I go back to the reception looking for mamasan Carol, to tell her Elaine was great—one of my best experiences ever. But Carol’s English is rudimentary, and initially she seems to think I want to complain! When I switch to Chinese to say Elaine has been wonderful, Carol’s face lights up and she gives me a business card with Elaine’s name on it.
Call me sentimental, but by the end of our session I was almost infatuated. Ah, if only I could shave 25 years off my age! But the magic of this kind of encounter makes me feel younger, energized, jubilant.
Elaine is an absolute sweetie. I’m not sure how long she can last in this job. But please, treat her well.
L: 8-9 (in my book)
A: 9.5
S: 9 Damage: 45-min all-inclusive $.6 + .2 tip
A bit more detail—for those who care
Incredible, when you’re lonely, how a little loving with a sweetie SP can make all the difference…
In the “Bodycare” section of today’s Province I notice an ad for Q-Point which says “New Mgmt Style”—and I feel intrigued enough to decide to check out this place on a rainy afternoon when I've nothing better to do.
Ringing the Q-Point door bell with only the faintest of jitters in my belly, I get a hearty welcome from a strikingly tiny lady named Carol who's the mamasan. I ask to see the lineup before donating $.6 for the all-inclusive.
One by one, 4 girls introduce themselves to me—3 feisty, scantily clad young Asian Amazons ready for battle, plus one rather pale, skinny, shy-looking girl with a cute face named Elaine who reminds you of your Chinese neighbor’s innocent teenage daughter.
Each of those three Amazons could trigger a massive hormone surge in me for sure, but——Elaine has something they don’t have: “forbidden fruit” appeal. And I’ve always been big on forbidden fruit, breaking rules, violating taboos.
Mamasan seems surprised when I announce my choice. “Elaine??” she wonders.
The room has a shower and a strategically placed mirror and seems cozy enough, except for a TV (which I switch off). I play my favorite soft music on the CD player I brought.
I barely finish my shower when Elaine comes in wearing a short white dress. She’s cheery and easygoing, and happy to put on black stockings for me. We even dance a little and begin slow intimate caresses.
Off comes her dress to reveal a young Asian woman’s body, not voluptuous of course, but delicate and perfect in its own way. I lie down on the massage table and ask her to make me hard. She touches Nimrod with surprising finesse, in a way that’s neither too hard nor too soft, neither too quick nor too slow.
Yes, she says, she loves being sexual with a man. Eager-to-please, with her little mouth, she gives me a CBJ and keeps my pride-and-joy in a state of throbbing tumescence for 4 or 5 minutes. I meet no resistance as I gently explore her silky-smooth kitty with my fingers.
And then, after switching condoms, I slowly slide in, deeper and deeper, feeling beautifully enveloped. Now that her mouth is free I also ask her to talk dirty. In her chirpy, cheery voice she utters a few delightfully naughty phrases about what she wants me to do to her.
We cycle through lots of positions, MISH, CG, reverse CG, DOGGIE and back to MISH, interspersed with heavenly DATY. Without the slightest trouble she does a spin from CG to RCG while remaining solidly impaled.
I do a reverse MISH with sweet vistas of her lovely puckered starfish which seems to twinkle at me in a way that invites me to give it a nice firm lick. She doesn’t object.
More DATY, and then the grand finale in ACG. Propping her up with my hand, I move that light body up and down my shaft until I feel my hot lava spurting upward into that lovely crater.
Weighing about twice as much as she does, I worry out loud that I might have hurt her. “No,” she says, “you were gentle.”
She cleans me up. After a quick shower I ask her to give me a massage sitting on top of me. Having her crotch press into my ass actually feels nicer than her hands kneading my shoulders.
She tells me a bit about herself. She’s been in Canada for 4 years as a student and used to work in a restaurant before starting this job only 2 weeks ago. My intuitions tell me to believe her (though my intuitions have been sadly wrong before…) She also says she’s 24—I would have guessed 19.
“Thanks for making me feel less lonely today,” I say.
“I get lonely too sometimes,” she says.
“You? But it’s so easy for you to have a boyfriend.”
“Having a boyfriend doesn’t mean you can’t be lonely—” she replies, “if the other person doesn’t really understand you.”
Waves of tenderness toward her flood through me. Conversations like this with Asian SPs, in flawless English, are rarely possible.
Mamasan Carol's soft voice comes on over the intercom announcing, "Elaine, your session is almost over."
As we part with a warm hug, I say jokingly: “Do me a favor—don’t let me fall in love with you.” She chuckles. “Okay, I won’t” she says before disappearing.
Before leaving I go back to the reception looking for mamasan Carol, to tell her Elaine was great—one of my best experiences ever. But Carol’s English is rudimentary, and initially she seems to think I want to complain! When I switch to Chinese to say Elaine has been wonderful, Carol’s face lights up and she gives me a business card with Elaine’s name on it.
Call me sentimental, but by the end of our session I was almost infatuated. Ah, if only I could shave 25 years off my age! But the magic of this kind of encounter makes me feel younger, energized, jubilant.
Elaine is an absolute sweetie. I’m not sure how long she can last in this job. But please, treat her well.