dogma78 had asked a question …
anyone seen this lady? Website seems legit but can't see any reviews anywhere.
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… and I can now answer with this TOFTT.
Link:External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:Having liked the look and independence of her website, I had saved Angie’s mobile on my iPhone. As she manages her own calls, Angie doesn’t answer when with a punter … but tends to text back discreetly. We connected last month … as I luckily found her available, as I tried on my coincidental drive through Hendon. I booked a 45min “tantric massage” for £80 with less than half-hour’s notice.
Location:Angie works from a first floor flat in a 1930s apartment block, running along a main road. The entrance to her pad is off a side road, and thus more discreet. It’s a 15min walk from Hendon Central tube station. Free parking is available further down that side road, or after 1730 on the main road.
The flat is pristine and sparkling. There is a dedicated massage room, exactly as depicted in Angie’s website …
Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only… and instantly comforting to anyone hoping to enjoy FBSM. I also liked the massive wall clock in clear view for all … set to reassure that there’d be no skimping on time.
Looks:Angie is the SP in the website’s
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Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only Hidden Image/Members Only… and she’s a big girl, standing 5’8” with long strong limbs. She has humungous hooters, but a comparatively small butt … and there’s a slight belly that she hides well. Facially, Angie is girl-next-door and wouldn’t turn my head on the street … although she makes effort to be well made-up, and I loved her long black locks.
Angie claimed to be 27yrs old, but I reckon has hit her 30s. She’s Ukrainian, and speaks excellent English, allowing easy convo and pleasant banter. Angie is also a well-trained and certified masseuse with over 3yrs experience.
Services:Angie greeted me with a double kiss on entry into her flat … smiley and friendly … personable and chatty. She wore a summery low-cut dress … revealing her deep cleavage and long legs. In the pristine massage room, I declined her offers of bottled water and a shower. She then asked me to undress and lie face down on the massage table, as she stepped out.
Nude and nuzzled into the face hole, I assumed my usual prone position with splayed thighs to expose and give access to my package … one can never hint too much, methinks! Back within a minute, Angie was straight to warm oily hand massage of my right leg … heel to glute … hard and firm … soft and feathery … sensual strokes down my crack and inner thighs, flicking passed my balls and shaft’s sides. The same was repeated on the left. Then followed worthy kneading of my lower back up to my neck/shoulders … and back down over my ass to morph into feathery CC swipes and reach-unders. As I signaled my appreciation with fake murmurs and squirms, I felt Angie retreat … and heard her dress rustle to the floor, as she oiled herself up for B2B.
Angie straddled my left thigh, and launched forward into a slippery titsome B2B of my back, sliding between my ass and nape, breathing and blowing around my ears. Now there were full-on no-messing reach-unders, ball play, shaft wanks and swirly tip work … giving rise to now genuine gasps and jerks from me. Slipping off my body, her warm lips at my ear, Angie asked me to turn over.
In supine repose, I could now ogle Angie's oiled nudity … huge hangers, an apple ass, a revealed belly. She started with a warmed oily hand massage of my left leg … toes to hip … with perpetual sensual touches of my bobbing cock and tightening sac. I naturally found myself fondling her oiled breasts and butt, as she stood close against my side. We repeated the same on the right. And then Angie dolloped copious oil over my groin, stomach and chest … gearing up for more B2B, this time full frontal.
As Angie slipped and slid her front over mine, and as we necked and kissed cheeks/ears, my oily arms massaged and fondled her back and butt. I soon found my cock in a gloriously greasy Bombay roll of Ukrainian baps, as Angie knelt between my splayed legs. She pulled up to then deliver slow and intensely edging lingam massage with all manner of handy swirls and twirls … I was literal putty in her hands. Recognizing that I was no longer able to hold back, Angie engulfed my throbbing cock with her ample assets, squeezing them all around and up-and-down … tit-wanking me to release a creamy mess in her cleavage. Jeez Louise!
Pleased with her work, Angie dry-wiped my cock and her chest clean and popped out to wash her hands, as I wound down on the table. She quickly returned, and wordlessly stood above my head … closing my eyes with her soft fingers … and then provided a soothing face/head massage for a few minutes more. She signaled an end with a pat to my cheeks and a kiss to my forehead. I opened my eyes, and noted the large wall clock confirming that precisely 45mins had just passed. Spot on!
After a refreshing shower in a spotless bathroom, I returned to dress up, and enjoyed a little further chat with Angie. Pulling up my trousers, I found the £80 I'd readied in my back pocket … offering the cash to Angie, she simply asked for it to be left on the massage table … not bothering to count it, but bothering to ensure that I was properly escorted to the front door and let out after 54mins with a double kiss. Perfect!
Conclusion:This is what I love about proper FBSM SPs … there’s no will-she-won’t-she nonsense that you get with a parlour or Gumtree girl … Angie was Positive-ly “tantric” and sensual from the outset … and her personality and attitude allowed for total relaxation for the full session. Such pleasant company in such pleasant surroundings means I’ll go for longer session next time for sure.
