External Link/Members OnlyI was in Newcastle for a couple of days last week on business, and came across this forum as I was planning the trip. First of all I want to thank you all for what you write here. But, on to the review.
First of all, I reluctantly write some negatives. Not only that, it’s a negative report about one of the stars of Necastle. A working girl with a reputation for being reliable. Sorry, but this is how it happened. On your (collective) advice, I booked a duo with Honey and Jade (from AW). I know from experience that, after about half an hour, I often don’t really feel like it anymore, so my plan was ½ an hour with Honey, and then Jade should join is for the finale so to speak. That was arranged a month in advance because, from this forum, I knew that bookings with Honey can be hard to come by. Comms were very friendly. A day in advance, I sent a text to confirm.
So, it came the time. Showered, shaved, best shirt, cleaned teeth, again, just to be sure, swallowed a viagra tab (you young blokes are laughing now, but I use it for ‘insurance’), and into the taxi. Got the driver to take me to the next street for discretion, and after a minute or two on foot, found myself in a residential street in Jesmond on a cold Newcastle night. I was 15 minutes early, but called anyway. The phone rang out. No answer. Okay. No big deal. I’m early. I sent a text to say that I was in the neighbourhood. 5 minutes out, I called again. This time the phone had been turned off. I guessed Honey must be busy, so waited until our agreed time. Rang again. Phone still off. Okay, now I’m worried. Phoned about 5 more times over the next 15 minutes, and sent a text. No answer! Last call attempt was 20 minutes after our agreed time, and I was starting to get really cold. So, there I was. A pocket full of cash in the middle of nowhere. What now?
I set off on foot back to the centre of town where I was staying. First problem, I had no idea which direction, but eventually found a sign that pointed me in the right direction. I was feeling quite crabby by this stage. But then came the best idea. I called Diamonds and asked whether there was anybody available. And found that Antonia was free! I remembered positive reviews from this forum. Saved! Almost exactly half an hour of brisk walking later, and asking directions several times, I was guided by the person on the phone at diamonds to a flat near the main station. The location was fine. Discreet (as if I cared), and in good shape. Rang the doorbell and was greeted by a goddess. Tall, beautiful and toned, but the best part was that she was genuinely pleased to see me. I mean, I really had the feeling that the best thing that had happened to Antonia on that day was to have me show up at her door. Showers and drinks were offered at the beginning and end.
Paperwork sorted and straight to business, which has been well described on this forum. I can only agree with my previous writers. Brilliant! I had to ask her to slow down on several occasions as I wanted to last a little longer before shooting for the first time. The way she looks up into your eyes while her mouth is doing its thing is incredible. I could quickly see why her body was so toned. She really gives it a workout in bed. Beautiully active but sensual at the same time. In the end, she took it in her mouth, but let it dribble back out, with lots of tongue twirling around my cock. Fantastic! The thing about Antonia though is that, for one hour that night, I was the best lover in the world. Don Juan and John Holmes rolled into one. And she does it so well, that I truly believed it. The last few minutes were spent chatting and I never had the feeling that she wanted me to leave. It was truly up there among my all time best experiences. A bit over an hour later, I was back on the street and walked calmly back to my hotel having declined the last shower offer so I could keep her scent for a bit.
So, in summary. I loved every minute of being with Antonia, and would heartily recommend Antonia to anybody who wants to feel special with a spectacular woman. About Newcastle; even based on this one experience, I think I can say that, when it comes to working girls, you guys have got it made. World class! If you ever feel like coming to Switzerland (or anywhere else in Europe actually), I would suggest don’t. It’s better in Newcastle.
P.s. I politely mailed Honey on AW to ask about what went wrong. My mail hasn’t been read and I still have no idea. My guess is that I got bumped for a regular client, and I could have understood that, but a text message to say so would have made it less irritating.
