After a long break due to ill health, I decided to once again sample the delights that London has to offer on one of my frequent work related visits. This time, shunning my usual diet of slim blondes, I ventured to sample the Olina experience, which many of you have been discussing. After some research I settled on the delightful looking Fallyn.
External Link/Members OnlyI tried to book in advance, but was told that new clients had to make a call on the day. After speaking to the efficient operator in the morning,
a one hour meeting was arranged for £150.
When I arrived in Bayswater, I called again for the exact location and was soon ringing the bell of a ground floor flat. Fallyn greeted me at the door, but unfortunately she did not look at all like her image on the website. At first I thought perhaps this was a madam, who sees in clients. But after a few moments it became apparent it was her; a bit older and a bit rounder than her online persona. Why do ladies feel the need to do this? The real Fallyn is a lovely enough lady who could just be herself and still have a busy client list.
Anways, in we go and straight into the Olina shared shower. It was a bit disappointing to see her disrobe so early in the encounter, as I normally take my time and savour the unwrapping. But “when in Rome” – so soon I was standing in the modern shower facility being rubbed down like my life depended on it. She certainly likes to give a good scrub. Clearly much of this is a delaying tactic, but I really enjoyed the experience.
She led me back into the bedroom, dragging me along by my erect member. In the room we started amorous French kissing. The kissing was available whenever I instigated it, but was never offered proactively.
I lay back on the bed and Fallyn slid my member into her mouth and commenced oral. Clearly someone of her experience will have a good technique and she did not disappoint. This marks the high water mark of our encounter.
I do enjoy the kissing and oral the most and normally leave the sex to the very end. Once the pumping begins I tend to climax very soon, so hence I enjoy a slower paced encounter. Perhaps because it was the end of the day, Fallyn seemed to tire of oral and I could see her stifling a yawn whilst my erection was still deep in my mouth. After a short while, technique drifted away to a monotonous bopping.
A few times I politely asked her to adjust her position to I could see her rear in the mirror, but she did not really make much attempt at this. I tried to reach down to test any wetness and perhaps a gentle probe with a finger, but it seemed clear that area was off limits.
The monotony of it all, soon meant a loss of pressure in my machinery. Her response seemed to be an increase in speed, which actually made matters worse. So at this point, with still 35 mins left on the clock, I decided to close my eyes, de-stress and let the natural process take its course. Eventually, even my semi flaccid protrudence managed to climax its seed, which she patiently allowed to fill her warm mouth.
Once back from her spit-n-rinse, we still had half the time to go. So I elected for a massage. She sat cross legged at the head of the bed, as I rested my head on her lap. She then proceeded to give a very high quality head and neck massage. At one point, my eyes closed, her deft hands pressing all the right points, I drifted into a deep trance. For a time, all concerns floated away and I was caught between worlds. In all honestly I enjoyed the massage more than the earlier congress.
As the clock ran down, she made subtle motions to end my trance. We took another shared shower and I was back on the street as the hour struck.
I feel a bit guilty giving Fallyn a neutral. There was nothing bad in her attitude or demeanour, but she came across weary and tired. In other reviews, contributors have described her as enthusiastic and proactive, but unfortunately I did not see this. Her massage was first class, but at the rate charged more was expected than that.
