Early Sunday afternoon, driving by Prosper on Kingsway, I say to myself: Hey why not? It's a sure bet.
I have to ring the bell twice and wait a while before the locked door is opened. I'm welcomed by a petite woman with a nice smile. She's probably in her 30s and has rather weasel-like features and no apparent make-up. Her name sounds like "Eileen" but, according to Sonny's recent review, is spelled "Eling." http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=106343 (Apparently this girl was at Prosper previously under the name "Mimi").
Eling says there're 3 girls available. I request the 45-min all-inclusive. When she insists on collecting the $.5 right away, I foolishly fork over the cash before seeing the girls. Sure enough, it turns out there's only Eling herself and one other girl, Judy. The third, I'm now told, has magically gotten "busy."
Having been with Judy before, I go with Eling, even though I feel no jolts of attraction. She strikes me as rather mousy-looking, though not without a certain slutty charm. Make-up would have enhanced her appeal. She says she's a mix of Japanese and Chinese but speaks no Mandarin.
When she comes in after my shower, we get off to a friendly start. She surprises me by commenting favorably on the size of my (flaccid) cock. I give her stockings to wear. She takes off her panties to reveal a hairy pussy that looks interestingly nasty. We talk cheerily about how much action this pussy has seen.
I notice she's chewing bubble gum (and continues to do so throughout the session). At some level, I find this appealing. Here's somebody, I find myself thinking, who's utterly blasé about fucking. I find women refreshing who approach sex in a casual frame of mind, rather than making a big deal out of it.
But when I make a move to kiss her, there's palpable reticence, and I manage only the most fleeting of pecks. I ask her to make me hard, but she immediately jerks Tantalizer like mad, which isn't the way to pump him up. Okay, I think, perhaps I'll try a little DATY. Before I can move in for the first lick, however, I run into protest. "If you're going to do that," she says, pointing to her mouth, "no more kissing."
Then, to my amazement, Eling jumps up and goes over to the wash basin to clean her pussy with a wet paper towel. Wow, I'm thinking, if this woman doesn't want to kiss me on the mouth after I've kissed her pussy—and if she feels a sudden need to clean her pussy now—perhaps I'd better forego DATY altogether. I'm in for a further surprise when Eling hops back onto the massage table, bringing a whole stockpile of Kleenex along. "What for?" I wonder.
I don't have to wait long to find out. After putting on the condom Eling carefully wipes her hands. She herself guides my cock inside her so my hands won't touch her pussy; then she wipes her hands again. In fact, she doesn't want me to touch her pussy at all.
Okay, I think; grin and bear it. After a bit of mish I request her to go on top for ACG. After about a minute she says she's tired and comes back down. I proceed with doggie and more mish. "You going to cum?" she asks. I respond sharply, "I never come quickly. I always take 20 minutes." She seems suitably intimidated. "Okay," she says. "20 minutes."
But things take a further turn for the worse. Eling turns out to be a hand-washing freak. Every time I touch my cock she makes me go wash my hands. I'm all for safety, but the extent of her concern with avoiding fluid exposure seriously disrupts the flow of my arousal. I come close to losing interest in continuing to fuck her. So I shift into damage control mode where I tell myself, "Stay civil and salvage what you can."
Luckily I've considerable experience eroticizing all sorts of bad attitudes in women. One thing Eling doesn't mind is dirty talking. I unleash a flood of naughty words to tap into my fantasy life to help maintain arousal.
At some point I request a BJ. Initially she refuses, complaining I'm too big, but then relents. She's really good at cock-sucking. She alternates among 3 techniques all of which feel good. I especially like the way she closes her mouth around Tantalizer in a tight squeeze.
After blowing me for several minutes she suggests a HJ to finish me off. I reject the idea and say that I want to fuck her some more. Another condom change and more handwashing; she scolds me for not washing thoroughly enough. My cock is again on the verge of detumescence. I have her stand over me, wildly frigging her pussy, while I summon all the powers of my erotic imagination to regain wood. It works; a bit more mish and about 30 sec of ACG, and I release.
Immediately she pulls out and cleans me up. Then she leaves to take a shower in another room. Given that we have almost 15 min left I expect her to come back, though I'm not sure what to do with her—cuddling seems out of the question, given our utter lack of sensuous connection. A massage, perhaps.
When she comes back after my shower—without the customary water or tea—she says, "Sorry I can't stay. I'm busy." Then she adds, absurdly, "I stay next time."
Next time? Forget it, lady. She leaves, and I dress. On my way out she shows up again and gives me an incongruously sweet farewell hug—probably a last-ditch effort to extract a tip. No way.
Clearly this was assembly-line sex, not disastrously bad, just alienating and utterly forgettable. For someone who earns her living catering to male desires, Eling seems to have very poor intuitions about what it takes to sustain a man's erotic momentum. I think it will be a long time before I feel motivated to include Prosper on Kingsway in my pooning circuit again.
L=5; A=5; S=6 (BJ=9)
I have to ring the bell twice and wait a while before the locked door is opened. I'm welcomed by a petite woman with a nice smile. She's probably in her 30s and has rather weasel-like features and no apparent make-up. Her name sounds like "Eileen" but, according to Sonny's recent review, is spelled "Eling." http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=106343 (Apparently this girl was at Prosper previously under the name "Mimi").
Eling says there're 3 girls available. I request the 45-min all-inclusive. When she insists on collecting the $.5 right away, I foolishly fork over the cash before seeing the girls. Sure enough, it turns out there's only Eling herself and one other girl, Judy. The third, I'm now told, has magically gotten "busy."
Having been with Judy before, I go with Eling, even though I feel no jolts of attraction. She strikes me as rather mousy-looking, though not without a certain slutty charm. Make-up would have enhanced her appeal. She says she's a mix of Japanese and Chinese but speaks no Mandarin.
When she comes in after my shower, we get off to a friendly start. She surprises me by commenting favorably on the size of my (flaccid) cock. I give her stockings to wear. She takes off her panties to reveal a hairy pussy that looks interestingly nasty. We talk cheerily about how much action this pussy has seen.
I notice she's chewing bubble gum (and continues to do so throughout the session). At some level, I find this appealing. Here's somebody, I find myself thinking, who's utterly blasé about fucking. I find women refreshing who approach sex in a casual frame of mind, rather than making a big deal out of it.
But when I make a move to kiss her, there's palpable reticence, and I manage only the most fleeting of pecks. I ask her to make me hard, but she immediately jerks Tantalizer like mad, which isn't the way to pump him up. Okay, I think, perhaps I'll try a little DATY. Before I can move in for the first lick, however, I run into protest. "If you're going to do that," she says, pointing to her mouth, "no more kissing."
Then, to my amazement, Eling jumps up and goes over to the wash basin to clean her pussy with a wet paper towel. Wow, I'm thinking, if this woman doesn't want to kiss me on the mouth after I've kissed her pussy—and if she feels a sudden need to clean her pussy now—perhaps I'd better forego DATY altogether. I'm in for a further surprise when Eling hops back onto the massage table, bringing a whole stockpile of Kleenex along. "What for?" I wonder.
I don't have to wait long to find out. After putting on the condom Eling carefully wipes her hands. She herself guides my cock inside her so my hands won't touch her pussy; then she wipes her hands again. In fact, she doesn't want me to touch her pussy at all.
Okay, I think; grin and bear it. After a bit of mish I request her to go on top for ACG. After about a minute she says she's tired and comes back down. I proceed with doggie and more mish. "You going to cum?" she asks. I respond sharply, "I never come quickly. I always take 20 minutes." She seems suitably intimidated. "Okay," she says. "20 minutes."
But things take a further turn for the worse. Eling turns out to be a hand-washing freak. Every time I touch my cock she makes me go wash my hands. I'm all for safety, but the extent of her concern with avoiding fluid exposure seriously disrupts the flow of my arousal. I come close to losing interest in continuing to fuck her. So I shift into damage control mode where I tell myself, "Stay civil and salvage what you can."
Luckily I've considerable experience eroticizing all sorts of bad attitudes in women. One thing Eling doesn't mind is dirty talking. I unleash a flood of naughty words to tap into my fantasy life to help maintain arousal.
At some point I request a BJ. Initially she refuses, complaining I'm too big, but then relents. She's really good at cock-sucking. She alternates among 3 techniques all of which feel good. I especially like the way she closes her mouth around Tantalizer in a tight squeeze.
After blowing me for several minutes she suggests a HJ to finish me off. I reject the idea and say that I want to fuck her some more. Another condom change and more handwashing; she scolds me for not washing thoroughly enough. My cock is again on the verge of detumescence. I have her stand over me, wildly frigging her pussy, while I summon all the powers of my erotic imagination to regain wood. It works; a bit more mish and about 30 sec of ACG, and I release.
Immediately she pulls out and cleans me up. Then she leaves to take a shower in another room. Given that we have almost 15 min left I expect her to come back, though I'm not sure what to do with her—cuddling seems out of the question, given our utter lack of sensuous connection. A massage, perhaps.
When she comes back after my shower—without the customary water or tea—she says, "Sorry I can't stay. I'm busy." Then she adds, absurdly, "I stay next time."
Next time? Forget it, lady. She leaves, and I dress. On my way out she shows up again and gives me an incongruously sweet farewell hug—probably a last-ditch effort to extract a tip. No way.
Clearly this was assembly-line sex, not disastrously bad, just alienating and utterly forgettable. For someone who earns her living catering to male desires, Eling seems to have very poor intuitions about what it takes to sustain a man's erotic momentum. I think it will be a long time before I feel motivated to include Prosper on Kingsway in my pooning circuit again.
L=5; A=5; S=6 (BJ=9)