External Link/Members OnlySo I, an Edinburgh punter, made the epic journey to Glesga, to consort with the lovely Melissa. I don’t generally bother with trans escorts, but something about her just piqued my interest.
Communications were expeditious; I texted the evening before and confirmed in the morning once I’d reached Glasgow to transact some other business. And lo, I arrived at the appointed place, a couple of blocks West from the Highlandman’s Umbrella (aka, Central Station for the illumination of my foreign readers), to be admitted exactly at the appointed time.
Now, I was prepared for what I saw as Melissa has numerous glowing reports on UKP. Indeed, so pretty and feminine is she that nobody would ever, ever guess, seeing her in the street, that she is possessed of a penis. Which indeed she is.
Fortunately, I can report that, while she was well enough endowed, she offered no competition to me in that department. But I digress.
Physical: 5’ 7’’, slim with not a pick of fat, rounded girly butt, smoooth skin all over, soft longish dark hair, enhanced breasts (well, obviously, DUH) and big dark doleful almond eyes.
Her personality is pleasant, if understated; submissive and respectful, a taker not a giver.
‘You want massage’? Of course, that’s why I booked an hour session. On with the relaxing eastern music complete with tweeting birds and babbling brooks... She nearly broke my spine (think Lola in the old Kinks’ song) so I guess it must’ve been a proper Thai massage. All the while she was rubbing her junk up and down my back. Nice.
Onto the sex. DFK, OWO on me ( am I the only reviewer here who does not return the favour?) copious licking of nipples and, finally, she lay face down on the bed for me to rubber up and penetrate her. Which I did, while observing the performance in the mirrored wardrobe. ‘My God, but you’re lovely!’ I muttered; she thought I meant her. I came. And came. And came.
She seemed to enjoy it, judging from the sounds. I certainly did.
She tells me, in her slightly London accent, that she will be in Edinburgh next week. I’m tempted to renew my acquaintance, given how erotic and satisfactory my meeting today had been. I left with a smile.
£150 for one hour. No question of extras.