As a service to the folks that have helped me out this is going to be lengthy and thorough - I just wish I could have read a review like this before I called Tasia myself.
I called Tasia when I arrived at my hotel and asked if she was free for a 60 minute session. She said she was but she really wanted me to go to her in-call instead of coming to my hotel (decent place, airport area). I got a bit of a bad vibe right away after some back and forth haggling but I had already given her my room number so now it was gut-check time.
After jacking up her price and me being stupid enough to agree she arrived at my room shortly. Pics are legit although she was dressed like I had interrupted her from watching a 16 hour Grey’s Anatomy marathon. Her button-down shirt was wide open, chest/bra clearly visible. She rubbed her nose steadily for about 5 minutes, clearly a Pepsi drinker. There were some sounds from guests in the hall and she asked me what that sound was, wondering aloud if I had a “kid in the room”.
I offered her a drink and she accepted, then we made small talk. She was very clear that she had left the business but had returned only to pay for “her baby” - a Mercedes. After a few comments on her end about the “filthy Natives” in the hotel we finished our drinks and got down to it. First Nation Friends beware.
Great body, just what you’d expect from the pics. Tats on lower back, waist area, and one foot. Plenty of bruises on her legs too, and a big scab on one of her knees. We talked boundaries and I was kind but clear in mentioning that I wanted to play very safe. I said “everything covered, and no spit.” She was on board and said she was up for anything.
The initial making-out was just plain klunky. LFK, but reluctant at best, maybe because of my “no spit” comment, in fairness to her. I’ve heard the word “mechanical” here before, now I understand. Digits were no prob, which was a plus. I told her that I am a hj lover and so she got to work, kneeling on the bed between my legs, no eye contact. And then things went from klunky to worse. She got a big loogie ready and began dripping it out of her mouth. I caught it with my hand and said “woah, sorry, just want to be safe”, to which our little charmer replied “just so you know, my spit is already in your mouth.” So now, instead of continuing the hj without spit she instead covers the little guy up and continues - a dry chj, lol. Eventually that situation was rectified with a cbj, again, eyes closed (likely with visions of her Mercedes dancing in her head).
On the plus side, we then went to mish and she is SUPER tight, it was awesome. She opened her eyes from time to time and looked at the ceiling, a bit of robotic dirty talk, but the kitty made up for it. A+, honestly, maybe the best I’ve experienced in my limited body of work. Then to doggy and the way she shifted her hips made things even more snug, again, A+. I rubbed a thumb on her b-hole, no objection, should have made more of that, not sure why I didn’t.
CG for a bit which was good too. More dirty talk and more staring at the ceiling. Went back to mish for a bit and finished with COB during which I had to instruct our professional to do something with her hands.
We’re not done yet friends.
I got her a towel and then she took off to the bathroom. She comes out and begins getting dressed – we’re only 25 mins into the hour session by the way.
“So, thanks for calling…” and then, with your humble narrator in only his birthday suit, lying on the bed, getting ready for a rest and then round 2 she asks “So, do you got any kids?”
“I’d rather steer away from that side of things.”
“Ok, I’m just trying to make small talk!” she says, clearly annoyed. She’s now fully dressed and ready to resume her Grey’s marathon. “Ok, thanks again.” *hug* And away she walked.
I lay in bed cursing myself for being so dumb for a while, and then I cleaned up. I went to the bathroom and found un-flushed paper in the toilet, and the towel I had given her to clean up with was lying next to the sink with a number of pinkish bloodstains on it.
About 30 mins later I left my room to get something from my car when who should I encounter in the lobby area but our heroine! She was with a woman - maybe her driver, who knows. She stared at the floor as we passed each other. She was in the hotel for a full hour, just not with me – the story of my life
I know that ymmv sometimes, but I'm fit, clean and I was respectful, I have no idea why she got the hell out of there so fast but I was pretty upset about it. I called her because she looks like a fun/energetic person in her pics but she was a total drag. Maybe it was just the chemistry, but she really didn't put any effort into the session at all.
I'd suggest saving your money.
I called Tasia when I arrived at my hotel and asked if she was free for a 60 minute session. She said she was but she really wanted me to go to her in-call instead of coming to my hotel (decent place, airport area). I got a bit of a bad vibe right away after some back and forth haggling but I had already given her my room number so now it was gut-check time.
After jacking up her price and me being stupid enough to agree she arrived at my room shortly. Pics are legit although she was dressed like I had interrupted her from watching a 16 hour Grey’s Anatomy marathon. Her button-down shirt was wide open, chest/bra clearly visible. She rubbed her nose steadily for about 5 minutes, clearly a Pepsi drinker. There were some sounds from guests in the hall and she asked me what that sound was, wondering aloud if I had a “kid in the room”.
I offered her a drink and she accepted, then we made small talk. She was very clear that she had left the business but had returned only to pay for “her baby” - a Mercedes. After a few comments on her end about the “filthy Natives” in the hotel we finished our drinks and got down to it. First Nation Friends beware.
Great body, just what you’d expect from the pics. Tats on lower back, waist area, and one foot. Plenty of bruises on her legs too, and a big scab on one of her knees. We talked boundaries and I was kind but clear in mentioning that I wanted to play very safe. I said “everything covered, and no spit.” She was on board and said she was up for anything.
The initial making-out was just plain klunky. LFK, but reluctant at best, maybe because of my “no spit” comment, in fairness to her. I’ve heard the word “mechanical” here before, now I understand. Digits were no prob, which was a plus. I told her that I am a hj lover and so she got to work, kneeling on the bed between my legs, no eye contact. And then things went from klunky to worse. She got a big loogie ready and began dripping it out of her mouth. I caught it with my hand and said “woah, sorry, just want to be safe”, to which our little charmer replied “just so you know, my spit is already in your mouth.” So now, instead of continuing the hj without spit she instead covers the little guy up and continues - a dry chj, lol. Eventually that situation was rectified with a cbj, again, eyes closed (likely with visions of her Mercedes dancing in her head).
On the plus side, we then went to mish and she is SUPER tight, it was awesome. She opened her eyes from time to time and looked at the ceiling, a bit of robotic dirty talk, but the kitty made up for it. A+, honestly, maybe the best I’ve experienced in my limited body of work. Then to doggy and the way she shifted her hips made things even more snug, again, A+. I rubbed a thumb on her b-hole, no objection, should have made more of that, not sure why I didn’t.
CG for a bit which was good too. More dirty talk and more staring at the ceiling. Went back to mish for a bit and finished with COB during which I had to instruct our professional to do something with her hands.
We’re not done yet friends.
I got her a towel and then she took off to the bathroom. She comes out and begins getting dressed – we’re only 25 mins into the hour session by the way.
“So, thanks for calling…” and then, with your humble narrator in only his birthday suit, lying on the bed, getting ready for a rest and then round 2 she asks “So, do you got any kids?”
“I’d rather steer away from that side of things.”
“Ok, I’m just trying to make small talk!” she says, clearly annoyed. She’s now fully dressed and ready to resume her Grey’s marathon. “Ok, thanks again.” *hug* And away she walked.
I lay in bed cursing myself for being so dumb for a while, and then I cleaned up. I went to the bathroom and found un-flushed paper in the toilet, and the towel I had given her to clean up with was lying next to the sink with a number of pinkish bloodstains on it.
About 30 mins later I left my room to get something from my car when who should I encounter in the lobby area but our heroine! She was with a woman - maybe her driver, who knows. She stared at the floor as we passed each other. She was in the hotel for a full hour, just not with me – the story of my life
I know that ymmv sometimes, but I'm fit, clean and I was respectful, I have no idea why she got the hell out of there so fast but I was pretty upset about it. I called her because she looks like a fun/energetic person in her pics but she was a total drag. Maybe it was just the chemistry, but she really didn't put any effort into the session at all.
I'd suggest saving your money.
