Kat 7523775
Preston, North & Fulwood environs
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1Hr: £120 (incl. of £20 bj as extra)
BackgroundAlmost certainly connected to being unable to secure a same-day booking with my go-to masseuse, Sensual_Rebecca, the threat of a blocked pipe meant that I tapped out an appointment request to Kat 7523775, having been sensible enough to make a record of her listed number sometime before. I was not especially hopeful of a timely reply, but nevertheless found myself, only 40 minutes later, walking through the extended chicanes of a nice enough 90s-build neighbourhood, looking for the brightly coloured car at the end of a cul de sac, that would indicate I'd arrived at the venue
The ladyKat gives her age as 23 or 25, depending on how far down her profile you've scrolled. I'd trust neither, and estimate it at 28, but without quibble - unless you're Leonardo Di Caprio, with a hard cut-off point at 25, it's clear she's still a young woman - and in any case, I tend to prefer those in their mid 30s at least, the better to ensure the pre-frontal cortex has fully developed. In person, she presents as an alt. artsy chick; the undercut hair and make-up suggesting a post-punk Fashion & Textiles mature student at a regional arts college, who hasn't yet gone the whole hog and embraced crystal-healing, but it remains a live possibility. She's in good shape, with an appealing figure, which mostly stays hidden throughout proceedings.
EventsI was warmly greeted, and shown to a cold but well-appointed room, in a spacious and tidy suburban house, overlooking a well maintained garden. Apparently this is Kat's co-workers house, and they sometimes offer a duet together, of which Kat is the younger bait, and Dom is the BDSM-adjacent older partner. It was a grey-skied, drizzly and cold morning; and sensibly alert to this, Kat turned on a portable heater and covered me in towels, ensuring it didn't turn into one of those massages were the chilling of one's extremities is an annoying distraction.
Kat's massage was good, but limited by the slow recovery of a hand accident, which meant that application of firmer pressures was not available to me. I think it's really incumbent on a masseuse to provide advance notice of this, in advertisement, but despite her touch being lighter than I'd have ideally liked, I let my mild disappointment slide, on account of her overall cheerfulness and nice-person vibes. There was chat throughout - it wasn't unwelcome, as it sometimes can be.
I can't recall what she was wearing - I have a rough sense that when it came to the turnover, she was in a bra and knickers, and that her body aroused all the male instincts. A topless session is chargeable as extra, and I hadn't requested this, so perhaps it was just with her own comfort in mind that I think the top may have come off too, bidden or not. There was a no-hesitation fixation of her lips then mouth around me, and, gratifyingly, a positive response to a request to make it hurt a little with her nails and teeth. Kitty was off-limits: as my sap rose, I thoughtlessly made a move in that direction, stroking her arse and inner-thigh, which was tolerated, and briefly cupped her mound, at which point a little wiggle told me that more of the same was not. No matter - that had been advertised, and in any case I was coming close to climax.
Clean-up was diligent, and included more pleasantries, and a towel rub-down. I recall feeling that although Kat's service, being deprived of the pussy rubs which I crave and regularly enjoy elsewhere, is, on the whole, a little too light for my general tastes; I nevertheless would likely return to, since her head game was not found wanting.
ConclusionWhat I liked about Kat's service was the admixture of quality accommodation; the abundance of massage paraphernalia - indicating seriousness toward her craft; her pleasant personality, and a good quality suck - all at a sensible price. Can commend.