Had been excited to see London Grey as her ads and website make her seem exceptional, sensual and beautiful - which could be worth paying her excessive fees for. But boy was it disappointing.
I elected for a 60m "edging" session and had been looking forward to it for a couple of weeks. When I showed up her greeting was cold and medical ... Which in hindsight should have been the queue I needed to just leave, but I held on to hope.
After getting undressed in the bathroom and heading to her massage "room" (closet would be a better word) she had me lay down on the table, which was very uncomfortable - the sides of it curved up as if to keep you locked in one position.
She confirmed what I wanted and then explained to me how things would go and that she would start with a massage. Then continued to over-explain why I need the massage - she went on about why it was important to loosen my muscles and body up before we "begin the edging." Yes, I understand how this works. Again, all very cold and medical.
The massage was well below average - she just kept doing the same 3 motions on either side of my back and arms for around 20 minutes. All very mechanical. She never touched my legs at all during any of this which would have been nice. She then did some light "teasing" which was simply her putting 2 fingers under my boys and just twirled her fingers around like she was mixing baking powder into flower or something. I think she thought this light tickling of the berries was supposed to turn me on... It had the absolute opposite affect. It was just annoying. But at this point I was now kind of interested to see how bad it was going to get so I just went with it.
She then turned me over and this is where the fun started, but unfortunately not a good fun. Not the type of fun I was there for.
She proceeded to explain the steps of edging and why we do it, like she was reading from a f#@king medical text book. She wrapped a cock ring around my twig and berries like she was wrapping an elastic band around a rolled up Wayne's World poster, grabbed my highly confused cock and started stroking(?) or something.
She told me that "this is to emulate the feeling of the vaginal canal" and continued reciting the steps of edging from the handbook she got at "how to be a mediocre mistress" school.
I couldn't take it any longer and had to tell her to stop talking about it which then she decided to explain to me that "every man is different" and "some men like when I tell them" and so on.... Ruining the mood even further. Do you really think I want to hear about your experiences with other men while your hand is wrapped around my cucumber?
Ugh... Anyhow. We continued but I probably should have just got up and left. The "edging" was non existent - it was just a regular, terrible, mechanical hand job with absolutely zero sensuality, excitement or passion. Finally a specific song came on and she said "this is the last song of the session and it's 5 minutes long so we should bring you to completion"... The song thing is a good trick to keep track of time, but don't bloody announce it! Bring me to completion yourself, tell me you want me to come, do a buildup and make it happen... Christ, she was able to find ways to ruin every minute of that experience.
Turns out she shorted me 15 minutes ... Paid for a 60 minute edging session and got a 45 minute terrible massage and unhappy ending.
Will never repeat and highly recommend you don't waste your time or money either.
I elected for a 60m "edging" session and had been looking forward to it for a couple of weeks. When I showed up her greeting was cold and medical ... Which in hindsight should have been the queue I needed to just leave, but I held on to hope.
After getting undressed in the bathroom and heading to her massage "room" (closet would be a better word) she had me lay down on the table, which was very uncomfortable - the sides of it curved up as if to keep you locked in one position.
She confirmed what I wanted and then explained to me how things would go and that she would start with a massage. Then continued to over-explain why I need the massage - she went on about why it was important to loosen my muscles and body up before we "begin the edging." Yes, I understand how this works. Again, all very cold and medical.
The massage was well below average - she just kept doing the same 3 motions on either side of my back and arms for around 20 minutes. All very mechanical. She never touched my legs at all during any of this which would have been nice. She then did some light "teasing" which was simply her putting 2 fingers under my boys and just twirled her fingers around like she was mixing baking powder into flower or something. I think she thought this light tickling of the berries was supposed to turn me on... It had the absolute opposite affect. It was just annoying. But at this point I was now kind of interested to see how bad it was going to get so I just went with it.
She then turned me over and this is where the fun started, but unfortunately not a good fun. Not the type of fun I was there for.
She proceeded to explain the steps of edging and why we do it, like she was reading from a f#@king medical text book. She wrapped a cock ring around my twig and berries like she was wrapping an elastic band around a rolled up Wayne's World poster, grabbed my highly confused cock and started stroking(?) or something.
She told me that "this is to emulate the feeling of the vaginal canal" and continued reciting the steps of edging from the handbook she got at "how to be a mediocre mistress" school.
I couldn't take it any longer and had to tell her to stop talking about it which then she decided to explain to me that "every man is different" and "some men like when I tell them" and so on.... Ruining the mood even further. Do you really think I want to hear about your experiences with other men while your hand is wrapped around my cucumber?
Ugh... Anyhow. We continued but I probably should have just got up and left. The "edging" was non existent - it was just a regular, terrible, mechanical hand job with absolutely zero sensuality, excitement or passion. Finally a specific song came on and she said "this is the last song of the session and it's 5 minutes long so we should bring you to completion"... The song thing is a good trick to keep track of time, but don't bloody announce it! Bring me to completion yourself, tell me you want me to come, do a buildup and make it happen... Christ, she was able to find ways to ruin every minute of that experience.
Turns out she shorted me 15 minutes ... Paid for a 60 minute edging session and got a 45 minute terrible massage and unhappy ending.
Will never repeat and highly recommend you don't waste your time or money either.
