Allow me to be sentimental for a minute.
So I arrive home tonight after getting my twice-weekly shot of euphoria: this time, for the 8th time actually, from Carmen at Rainbow AMP. I remember when, about a year ago as a rookie pooner, I first picked her out of a lineup because of her Asian pornstar looks—and found her service electrifying. https://perb.cc/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=76433&highlight=Carmen+Rainbow
No, this isn`t a misfiled review. It`s meant to be a tribute to one of the most consistently high-calibre SPs I`ve experienced—and a sketchy attempt to define what makes an SP memorable in my eyes. I only wish there were an SP apprenticeship program that would allow someone like Carmen to teach her skills to others.
The sad but familiar part of the story is that, after years of making hundreds of guys like me happy, Carmen herself hasn`t found happiness in Canada. Money yes; happiness, no. She feels lonely here, misses family. So she decided to return to her native Guangdong by the end of this month, to begin a totally different life.
As I`m thinking of Carmen as an example—and with a whiff her pussy aroma still lingering on my fingertips—what makes me fall in lust with an SP?
Well, she enters the room with a radiant smile and an utterly cooperative attitude, putting me immediately at ease in spite of her beauty. She understands the power of patient, teasing touch to make me feel aroused. She sucks cock devotedly, expertly. She invites extended DATY and allows herself to be encouragingly responsive. She seems to mirror my arousal with her own and may even know the secret to being orgasmic.
She has great pussy muscle control and knows how to create a tight grip. Her movements have a smooth, yet intense rhythm, especially in positions that give her leeway, such as CG. She`s intuitive about adapting to a man`s flow of desire, willingly playing along with almost anything not too risky or painful. She communicates sweetly, gently, affirmingly. And she never rushes me while I`m savoring the plateau of my arousal, but lets me come at my own sweet time.
Tonight, after blasting off inside Carmen during her rather unique style of CG—her feet propped against my thighs without any unpleasant pressure—I ask if she wants to give me a massage or just cuddle on the massage table. "Whatever you want," she answers softly. I choose to craddle her in my arms and talk about life, her experience as an SP, dreams for the future.
"What was your worst experience in this job?" I ask.
"When I got hurt," she says. "Men who are rough, smell dirty, sometimes drunk, pull me by the hair, stick their fingers in my pussy without making me feel relaxed. When I feel relaxed, my pussy opens up. Like with you."
Wow, I think to myself: there`s a lesson here; remember always to do your best to make an SP feel relaxed... that`s got to be a key to a great session.
Not surprisingly, after 4 years of opening up to needy male strangers—and sometimes suffering at our clumsy hands—Carmen says her time has come to quit. She feels strong longing for a husband and a child. She thinks the right partner would be almost impossible to find in Canada, and won`t be easy to find even in her homeland.
I ask if it won`t be boring for her to stay with just one man, if she won`t miss the excitement of new men all the time. She immediately, with vehemence, answers NO—she has had enough; she wants to be with one man forever.
I express to her my hope that she`ll soon find what she deserves: stability, nurturing by a good husband, a baby for her to pour her love into.
Hugging her goodnight, this lovely woman whose touch reached into my soul, I tentatively arrange to visit her one final time next week, a few days before her departure. After that, most likely, we`ll never meet again.
But there`ll always be a special place in my memory, in my heart, for my first truly wonderful SP, Carmen—an orchid in a field of dandelions.
So I arrive home tonight after getting my twice-weekly shot of euphoria: this time, for the 8th time actually, from Carmen at Rainbow AMP. I remember when, about a year ago as a rookie pooner, I first picked her out of a lineup because of her Asian pornstar looks—and found her service electrifying. https://perb.cc/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=76433&highlight=Carmen+Rainbow
No, this isn`t a misfiled review. It`s meant to be a tribute to one of the most consistently high-calibre SPs I`ve experienced—and a sketchy attempt to define what makes an SP memorable in my eyes. I only wish there were an SP apprenticeship program that would allow someone like Carmen to teach her skills to others.
The sad but familiar part of the story is that, after years of making hundreds of guys like me happy, Carmen herself hasn`t found happiness in Canada. Money yes; happiness, no. She feels lonely here, misses family. So she decided to return to her native Guangdong by the end of this month, to begin a totally different life.
As I`m thinking of Carmen as an example—and with a whiff her pussy aroma still lingering on my fingertips—what makes me fall in lust with an SP?
Well, she enters the room with a radiant smile and an utterly cooperative attitude, putting me immediately at ease in spite of her beauty. She understands the power of patient, teasing touch to make me feel aroused. She sucks cock devotedly, expertly. She invites extended DATY and allows herself to be encouragingly responsive. She seems to mirror my arousal with her own and may even know the secret to being orgasmic.
She has great pussy muscle control and knows how to create a tight grip. Her movements have a smooth, yet intense rhythm, especially in positions that give her leeway, such as CG. She`s intuitive about adapting to a man`s flow of desire, willingly playing along with almost anything not too risky or painful. She communicates sweetly, gently, affirmingly. And she never rushes me while I`m savoring the plateau of my arousal, but lets me come at my own sweet time.
Tonight, after blasting off inside Carmen during her rather unique style of CG—her feet propped against my thighs without any unpleasant pressure—I ask if she wants to give me a massage or just cuddle on the massage table. "Whatever you want," she answers softly. I choose to craddle her in my arms and talk about life, her experience as an SP, dreams for the future.
"What was your worst experience in this job?" I ask.
"When I got hurt," she says. "Men who are rough, smell dirty, sometimes drunk, pull me by the hair, stick their fingers in my pussy without making me feel relaxed. When I feel relaxed, my pussy opens up. Like with you."
Wow, I think to myself: there`s a lesson here; remember always to do your best to make an SP feel relaxed... that`s got to be a key to a great session.
Not surprisingly, after 4 years of opening up to needy male strangers—and sometimes suffering at our clumsy hands—Carmen says her time has come to quit. She feels strong longing for a husband and a child. She thinks the right partner would be almost impossible to find in Canada, and won`t be easy to find even in her homeland.
I ask if it won`t be boring for her to stay with just one man, if she won`t miss the excitement of new men all the time. She immediately, with vehemence, answers NO—she has had enough; she wants to be with one man forever.
I express to her my hope that she`ll soon find what she deserves: stability, nurturing by a good husband, a baby for her to pour her love into.
Hugging her goodnight, this lovely woman whose touch reached into my soul, I tentatively arrange to visit her one final time next week, a few days before her departure. After that, most likely, we`ll never meet again.
But there`ll always be a special place in my memory, in my heart, for my first truly wonderful SP, Carmen—an orchid in a field of dandelions.
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