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ANIMALS ARE SUCH AGREEABLE FRIENDS- THEY ASK NO QUESTIONS, THEY PASS NO CRITICISM (George Eliot - 1857) AMY Private Incall & Outcall West 48th Street (Btw 8th & 9th Avenues) Manhattan NY 212-518-3531 (for complete information & contact no.) $2.00 Bob has a Rare GFE; and No Deep Inquiries nor Biases Well, here I go again. While bumming around the West Side between appointments, I get the usual and welcome urge to get laid. Since I worked the Gotham Guide just the day before, calling and getting addresses from the Incall Businesses in Manhattan, I retain a recently healthy catalog of erotic knowledge in my head. Then too, the notes resulting from such work happens to lie in my briefcase. It takes me one call to set up with Amy. Looking at my schedule again, I see easily that by 7:00 pm I turn into a free man from business. Well, almost: by taking the appointment and doing the session I suppose I remain at work since I intend to accumulate data for the writing of this report. I book for 7:30 pm by using the phone line supplied by the information line listed above. I speak directly with Amy herself and I feel good about her.  Why do I feel good? Because I can see that the girl runs an efficient enterprise. I realize this as I call the evening before, checking out prices and location, and today the efficient attitude seems to remain in effect. Her description on the information line covers everything I need. Her Website shows she knows of what a prospective client needs before booking. I note here, in this part of the true story, that everything her recorded message purports checks out as true and accurate.Lo and behold… to use a tired cliché… wouldn't it happen that my last appointment finishes early. At 5:00 pm in Manhattan, I feel like driving nowhere and I just finished eating a dinner during the meeting, so grabbing something at a restaurant lacked option. I do not feel like strolling the streets and the meeting took place and finished only two blocks away from Amy's place. I give her a call on her direct line and she handles the change well and befitting of a professional in any field. "I have a person visiting me within 15 minutes. I have your cellular number here and if he fails to show I can call you. OK?" Amy says. Whether Amy needs the time to get ready and get to the apartment or whether she really has a guy showing at 5:30 pm, I have no idea, however, I appreciate that she immediately handles my situation. Amy does not live in the apartment where she carries out her business, so maybe she needs some time to adjust to my new schedule. Nevertheless, at 5:45 pm she calls me and tells me the actual address and tells me to come on over. This makes my day: efficiency within my schedule and a great opportunity to enjoy an orgasm with someone who seems to like and know the business. I enter her efficiency suite, neat like the rest of the building, just a little out of breath after climbing the stairs. I take in the bathroom on my right and the open kitchen on the left and the cute, slim Amy in front of me. We joke about my needed workout sessions, like climbing the stairs, so I can possibly make it up to her apartment a little easier next time. As we speak we move back into the bedroom area where Amy has a computer, a flat panel TV on the wall and her DVDs and CDs. A room air conditioner juts out from a space under her desk. Built in closets have their positions about 3 feet from the bottom of the bed. Because the message on the original phone line comes over so clear, I know what to expect and I ask if it's a good idea to shower now. With the brown haired girl's assent, I begin removing my clothes. I realize that I should pay her first, as most of the girls like that, but Amy says, "No. You may take care of that afterwards." "How smart," I think to myself.  I fold my clothes over the chair and on my briefcase while the Canadian flits around and into the bathroom. Amy can boast 11 years of Manhattan living and the brown-eyed doll appears more of a New Yorker than most New Yorkers. She says her age is 32 years, however, she appears more of a 22'er than most 22'ers. Meanwhile, on entering the bathroom, I understand why she flits around. On the sink, the 125lb bundle of erotica has placed two (two no less) fluffy towels, a washcloth, a shower body wash lotion and a container of foo-foo juice. I pull the shower curtain back and step into the tub hearing a playful, "Make sure you place the shower curtain right so the floor stays dry."
Like most New York showers, balancing the hot and cold always presents a problem. Probably Donald Trump has no recent experience with the Manhattan problem, but the rest of us mortals well know the failing of high-rise plumbing. Additionally, also like Manhattan bathrooms, the water changes temperature at will keeping me figuratively on my toes. In short order, after a tepid, but complete, body cleaning, I dry myself and meet the 5'1" object of my desire on my four of five steps from the bedroom. She has already positioned herself on her back, on the bed, and on en garde. Since Amy rises to the level of a true business professional, she enhances the session by acceding to a request I make on the last call before walking to the apartment. I never ask for anything special before I get the address of the establishment that I plan to visit. The reason I abstain from special requests before the girl knows me, or before I have her address, arises from annoying experience. Being into feet, I sometimes ask the girl I plan to meet to wear heels, loafers, boots or something. If I make this request too soon, the girl thinks she might suffer at the hands of some bestial pervert and not take the following call. I ask Amy if she could wear some shoes and socks to start the session. Her answer: "Let me see what I have around here." In the initial turmoil of the meet, I forget to check her feet, but as I move from the bathroom to the bedroom I see her lying on the bed, head resting on her wrists, and wearing ankle high valor black booties with the white tops of her socks peeking about a half inch over the top of the shoes. As I ask her to roll onto her belly I realize how accommodating she treats me. I want shoes and socks; she wears shoes and socks. I kneel at the bottom of the bed and remove her shoes and I nuzzle her heels and arches. I remove the sox and I nibble her toes. Even though most people know me as a die-hard foot fetishist, I usually spend less than a sixty second period on the peds. To me the meet of the session starts with the face, and so I climb up on the bed and I kiss and massage her back. I enjoy the tattoo of the lips on her ass and kiss it fervently. Her other rear tattoo, a spinal imprint, has an interesting explanation. Rolling Amy over, I cuddle her by wrapping my arms around her back and I kiss her ears, neck and chest. Naturally, her eyes, nose and lips become massaged by my lips. Her belly button has a piercing as does her tongue.  Amy accommodates. I try to leave nothing on her body unattended. The skin sculptures her by following a sexy mold to her skeleton. The girl has everything I fantasize about and nothing I dislike. I ravish her vagina with my lips and tongue. I do my best to arouse her, however, as remains true in 9 out of 10 cases, I fail. I do not attribute this to my technique. I realize that if my dick felt a moist, magnificent and mouthy massage on a more frequent basis (I should be so lucky), even Reese Witherspoon couldn't make me hot… I guess."What Ever She Does with Her Silver Pierced Caressing Tongue Remains a Mystery to Me." "Roll on your back," she says, "Let me put this on you." Amy rolls the condom down my dick and her action thrills my engorged penile implant to a point that appears to be the most exciting thing that my pecker feels to date. Some girls, only a few, know how to make a sensuous situation out of the latex dressing of the penis; Amy ranks as one of the highest experts in such an experience. I immerse myself in the radiating sensations taking over my crotch and head. With my eyes closed, and only Amy in my brain, I spiral through an erotic cave filled with the air of a nerve tingling Dentyne atmosphere. What ever she does with her silver pierced caressing tongue remains a mystery to me, but the results of her work vibrate my body from cave side to cave side, including the cave wall and ceiling. Suddenly, Amy stops her mouth massage and straddles me. Looking into my eyes, she queries, "Want me to put it in and ride you?" I do, but I don't. The oral ministration she expertly applies has solidified in my head and I want more. "Can you blow me again," I ask. "Of course," she says, repeating her usual reply to every request I have made. "Also, can we do a sixty-nine? I want to eat you again," I add. "Of course," she repeats.  The agile doll reverses position and once again I have in my face a delightful looking love tunnel that smells minty fresh. Amy places two hands at the base of my penis, stretches the skin downward and engulfs the shaft with her warm saliva. Her knees rest on each side of my head, next to my ears, and I eat her down to her core. I can't guarantee that I swabbed her little ass-hole out with my tongue, but if I had to bet…My load pumps out of me and Amy artfully tends to my post-orgasm with just the proper amount of friction to keep the ebb and flow of my pleasure continuing. My orgasm shakes my knees and is one that has an effect on my body for at least an hour after the session. In fact, the sensation returns to me still and remains a source of my solo fantasies. Amy leaves the bed and returns with some warm washcloths. She takes her time and cleans me up. We talk a little while she attends to the session's clean-up and the warm rag, her soothing voice and the afterglow of my recent sexual sneeze add the last touches of a session well done. After I don my clothes and start my byes, I reach into my pocket for a payment well deserved. The hour requires a $275 payment with no tips, however, I easily give her $300 and Amy registers a gracious, "Thank You." What a very, very good session. Basic Information: Rates for incall sessions are $175 for the half hour and $275 for the full hour. Rates for an outcall sessions are $250 for the half hour and $350 for the full hour. Tips, naturally, are appreciated, but certainly not required. This is a no-rush period of pleasure with an extremely accommodating girl. Amy's number, as above, has all the information and the information remains accurate when Amy opens the door and finishes the session. Five foot one inches at 125lbs and 36D-25-35. At the end of the initial message, another direct phone number is given for booking. www.amyadvertising.com. |
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