I confess I'm a hopeless sucker for that rare woman who combines sexiness in looks and deed with a quick intelligence and demonstrative affection. That's why part of me doesn't want to post this review, to keep my secret safe from fellow pooners.
But what the heck; can't have her all to myself anyway.
Reviews of TOKYO HEALTH on Imperial have been a mixed bag; so today I decide to check for myself. On the phone I'm given 4 names, but when I get there 10 min laterโonly 2 girls available. Mamasan claims the other 2 are busy...yeah right!
My choice is between a spicily exotic Ethiopian lady named Yasmine and a petite Asian girl named Amy. However, I dimly recall a reviewer's warning about Yasmine: http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=92235&highlight=Ethiopian
So I opt for little Amy who's probably in her late 20s and has long silky hair framing a cute oval face with rather narrow catlike eye slits. Not everyone might find her looks spectacular at first glance, but what makes her pretty in my eyes is an unmistakable sparkle of expressiveness.
After my shower we stretch out on the massage table, chatting while holding each other in a kind of semi-cuddle. Amy turns out to be a live wire, of Korean descent, university-educated in China, perfectly fluent in English, ready to discuss any topic. She's studying for professional Canadian credentials and doing this job part-time, she says. She gives me repeated ego strokes in the form of warm compliments. With all the chitchat I totally forget about giving her the stockings.
I enjoy her talking up a storm but wonder if we can get any sensuality going. But, suddenly, Amy turns up the heat. Unasked she gets up, strips naked, lies down beside me again and reaches for my cock. Her fondling is overly gentle at first, but with a bit of guidance she soon squeezes me into a state of swollen readiness.
I love dirty talking; and it doesn't take too much encouragement for words like "cunt" and "fucking" and "hole" to flow from her mouth, in the form of juicy invitations. When I try to kiss her she pulls away, but then hesitantly allows our lips to brush lightly. But she doesn't mind my licking those big hard nipples which sit astride wide dark aureoles on her shapely breasts. Then I nibble and caress my way downward to her thighs and finally dive in for DATY on her smooth-shaven kitty adorned with luscious labia.
I ask her to stretch herself wide open, and off we go into an extended, cheerful romp of mutual pleasuring, almost like a friendly battle of competing sexual appetites. "Do I feel tight enough?" she asks during CG, and I answer, "Oh yes." In lazy DOGGIE she feels so snug I almost pop prematurelyโif popping after 15 minutes is premature.
A bit of happily offered and therefore joyously received CBJ, a bit more MISH...and as she closes her legs around Tantalizer and pulls me down toward her, in a gesture of acceptance and affection, I feel my orgasmic fuse detonating that liquid explosive I've stored up for days.
I'm about to pull off the condom when she stops me: "Let me clean you up." Then she says, "Just relax while I shower." After my shower she towels me off.
My 45 minutes are up, but the flow of conversation is hard to stop. I ask if her job is difficult at times, and she says yes, especially with certain types of clients who tend to be rough. I ask about her working hours and she says better phone ahead, she's just here some afternoons and not usually evenings.
Amy was a surpriseโcreating an almost effortless connection which gave me a sense that she was enjoying herself rather than just servicing me; as close to a GF experience as I've come with an SP in a while, at AMP prices. But I seriously doubt this level of communicative magic would be automatic for every pooner who walks in. That's why I'd rather not give numerical ratings.
45 min all-inclusive: $.5 + .4 tip (ran overtime). Plan to repeat soon. Definitely want other pooners to stay away from MY girl.
But what the heck; can't have her all to myself anyway.
Reviews of TOKYO HEALTH on Imperial have been a mixed bag; so today I decide to check for myself. On the phone I'm given 4 names, but when I get there 10 min laterโonly 2 girls available. Mamasan claims the other 2 are busy...yeah right!
My choice is between a spicily exotic Ethiopian lady named Yasmine and a petite Asian girl named Amy. However, I dimly recall a reviewer's warning about Yasmine: http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=92235&highlight=Ethiopian
So I opt for little Amy who's probably in her late 20s and has long silky hair framing a cute oval face with rather narrow catlike eye slits. Not everyone might find her looks spectacular at first glance, but what makes her pretty in my eyes is an unmistakable sparkle of expressiveness.
After my shower we stretch out on the massage table, chatting while holding each other in a kind of semi-cuddle. Amy turns out to be a live wire, of Korean descent, university-educated in China, perfectly fluent in English, ready to discuss any topic. She's studying for professional Canadian credentials and doing this job part-time, she says. She gives me repeated ego strokes in the form of warm compliments. With all the chitchat I totally forget about giving her the stockings.
I enjoy her talking up a storm but wonder if we can get any sensuality going. But, suddenly, Amy turns up the heat. Unasked she gets up, strips naked, lies down beside me again and reaches for my cock. Her fondling is overly gentle at first, but with a bit of guidance she soon squeezes me into a state of swollen readiness.
I love dirty talking; and it doesn't take too much encouragement for words like "cunt" and "fucking" and "hole" to flow from her mouth, in the form of juicy invitations. When I try to kiss her she pulls away, but then hesitantly allows our lips to brush lightly. But she doesn't mind my licking those big hard nipples which sit astride wide dark aureoles on her shapely breasts. Then I nibble and caress my way downward to her thighs and finally dive in for DATY on her smooth-shaven kitty adorned with luscious labia.
I ask her to stretch herself wide open, and off we go into an extended, cheerful romp of mutual pleasuring, almost like a friendly battle of competing sexual appetites. "Do I feel tight enough?" she asks during CG, and I answer, "Oh yes." In lazy DOGGIE she feels so snug I almost pop prematurelyโif popping after 15 minutes is premature.
A bit of happily offered and therefore joyously received CBJ, a bit more MISH...and as she closes her legs around Tantalizer and pulls me down toward her, in a gesture of acceptance and affection, I feel my orgasmic fuse detonating that liquid explosive I've stored up for days.
I'm about to pull off the condom when she stops me: "Let me clean you up." Then she says, "Just relax while I shower." After my shower she towels me off.
My 45 minutes are up, but the flow of conversation is hard to stop. I ask if her job is difficult at times, and she says yes, especially with certain types of clients who tend to be rough. I ask about her working hours and she says better phone ahead, she's just here some afternoons and not usually evenings.
Amy was a surpriseโcreating an almost effortless connection which gave me a sense that she was enjoying herself rather than just servicing me; as close to a GF experience as I've come with an SP in a while, at AMP prices. But I seriously doubt this level of communicative magic would be automatic for every pooner who walks in. That's why I'd rather not give numerical ratings.
45 min all-inclusive: $.5 + .4 tip (ran overtime). Plan to repeat soon. Definitely want other pooners to stay away from MY girl.