Date & Time of Session:  14/12/18 around 10.30pm
Location:  Dragonfly Massage, Level 1, 615 George St ( The corner of Goulburn St and George St)
Name:  Coco
Link: http://massagedragonfly.com
Nationality & Language: Chinese (Beijing) Mandarin, good English.
Age: mid 20s
Face:  7.5/10
Body:  7.5/10
Skill: 7.5/10
Service: Massage, CBJ, Cowgirl, Doggie
GFE: 5/10
PSE: 7/10
Price & Session Length:  $60 AUD + $50+50+50
Repeat: probably not.

Client's Christmas party wasn't so hot, so I ducked out early. Slightly the worse for Cabernet Sauvignon and nursing a rather ambitious erection, I wandered up George Street, wondering what trouble I might get into. I must have walked past Dragonfly Massage a thousand times and never ventured in - it's a really obvious doorway on a very busy street - but here I was and there was it and the erection clearly required some attention so, with a rub and a tug in my weary mind, I mounted their staircase.

A smart young lady appeared and asked me what was my pleasure. I requested 45 mins at 60 bucks. She smiled knowingly and asked if a happy ending might be a pleasant addition. I agreed that it would be, and she relieved me of 110 of my hard-earned.

In the room I began to realise quite how much wine I had consumed. Getting it up isn't usually a problem, but fuelled with booze I tend to take a loooooong time to cross the finish line. This lass had better have a supple wrist!
Coco was her name. From Beijing. Sweet smile, lithe figure contained within tiny white denim shorts and a black singlet. We hugged and she nuzzled my neck with a couple of kisses before carefully helping me onto the table. Her massage skills were adequate; it had been a long day, and I could have done with a stronger workout but after all, massage was not the main purpose of the session. Her skin was smooth as satin, and my hands wandered over her legs, her buttocks and her belly, up through the legs of her shorts to rest in the firm crease of her crotch. I remained outside her panties, but worked firmly and slowly along the warmth of her womanhood.

After a while she changed endd and sat her little self on my back. I took the opportunity to reach down and give her feet a massage, which she seemed to enjoy and kept stroking my neck  between firmer, therapeutic moves. It was a thoroughly pleasant experience. At times like this I reflect upon what a lucky bastard I am to be able to pay beautiful young women to do this stuff to me...

At last part one was over. She ducked out for some hot towels and rubbed the oil from my back and legs. I flipped over and she slid out of her clothes, leaving leopard print panties between me and the honeypot. A few shakes of the old boy and she leaned in close and whispered:

"Blow job? More money... “

Nice! $50 was agreed. While I went for my wallet she retrieved a condom from her bag anf rid herself of her remaining garment. Down she went, and up glided my fingers into her wet crack. Honestly, I was a little numb thanks to the wine, but it was a pleasant enough BJ. The visuals were enchanting and it was good to be digitally involved in her. She tasted sweet, too.

After five minutes or so, she bobbed back up to ny ear and whispered:

"Fuck me? More money... 100..."

Nice idea, but a little steep.

"I already gave you 50."

"70?"

"you can have another 50."

"OK."

She smiled, hopped up onto the table and guided me inside. The table was very narrow, and I am not, so there wasn't a deal of room for manoeuvre. She bounced gently up and down, her sweet titties wobbling delightfully and her toes wriggling into my sides as I resumed massaging them. I was in no danger of shooting, so we switched to standing doggie with her slumped over the bench. Fun, but not a geat angle.

All change again and she was on all fours on the table with me on one knee behind her. Good. Her supple back lay before me like the calm surface of a pond in the sunrise. My fingers joined in the action, and I fed myself sips of her sweet, musky dew.

I came. Not much of a sensation in my wine-dulled condition, but a clear signal that the fornicating was at an end. Many tissues were deployed, she dressed, then rounded off our adventure with a good thigh massage and some attention to my neck and scalp.

A peck on the lips, then she brought my clothes over and even dressed me! A pampered pervert indeed!

All in all, that was an expensive punt for me, but the extra "extras" were so unexpected and the whole experience so much fun that I reckon my money's worth was most assuredly got.

Happy Mongering, Bros!!!