So, I discovered this little massa-gem last month on Vivastreet, and thought I’d accept her invite to
“COME TO ME,I WILL GIVE YOU WONDERFULL TANTRIC MASSAGE” …
Links:External Link/Members OnlyThe Vivastreet link appears to now be defunct, but here are cached screenshots below …
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External Link/Members OnlyLogistics:I phoned … Antonia answered … she was available. But then she tried to convince me to use PayPal via her own website to lock-down a booking, as per the spiel in her Vivastreet ad …
I work this way: Cash payments - first come-first served.
On-line payments: CALL ME TO GIVE YOU MY OTHER WEBSITE - ONLY THEN YOU CAN BOOK A SPECIFIC HOUR. You don't need to have PayPal account. You can pay by Debit, Credit card, PayPal. It is secured payment.I myself risked the alternative of turning up with cash to Finsbury Park tube station, hoping to be
“first come-first served” … I phoned, and luckily Antonia was free! I opted for 90mins for £90.
Location:Antonia rents first floor bedsit on a side street, right off Seven Sisters Road, which is a 5min walk east of Finsbury Park tube station. The entrance is somewhat exposed to passing pedestrians and traffic. The room is dimmed and the mood is set with tantric tunes. The massage is performed on a firm double bed … toweled and tissued ...
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Antonia must be in her 40s. Hailing from Bulgaria, but resident in the UK for over 20 years, Antonia’s English is excellent. She is a certified masseuse, and declares a nursing background … and also holds a number of other conventional and not-so-conventional jobs (about which she yaps on and on and on …).
Services:Antonia opened the communal front door, greeting me in a summer’s mini-dress … which perhaps might look odd in this cold to passers-by. I followed her shashay up the stairs, entranced by her wiggling glutes. In the bedsit, Antonia kicked off with pleasant if rather random chat … amongst which there was a request for £90 and an instruction to then fully undress. Further babble … and I was then guided to lie prone on the bed, as I spotted Antonia discreetly set an alarm.
As I made myself comfy on the tissue-over-towel spread, typically splaying my thighs to expose my package, Antonia checked if I’d be okay with lavender oil … no probs. She then sat against my right flank … her bare thigh against mine … and began a soft and semi-sensual hand massage. Neck and shoulders … back and butt … legs and soles … side to side … and fleeting brush-strokes of balls and finger-slides up crack. All done with incessant waffle … her jobs and finances, her husband and her sex-life, her body and her erogenous zones, her hobbies and her ‘throat signing’ … she just doesn’t shut it!
Probably at half-time, Antonia kneeled between my splayed legs … delivering more drivel, but also more sensual handiwork over my full posterior from neck down to heels … including feathery-fingerwork down my crack and over my sack … squirm-worthy!
I’m asked to turn over, I guess on the hour, and now Antonia repositioned herself along my supine left flank. With inevitable prattle, I nonetheless managed to relax in her oily hands over my chest and arms, stomach and thighs … all while my cock slowly but surely rose in anticipation. My bobbing erection soon enough could not be ignored, as Antonia murmured, “So hard … so beautiful” … and finally shut-the-fuck-up as she dropped in to seductive focus of lingam massage, leaning over my left thigh, her mouth hovering over my oiled and handled cock. Antonia then let drool slip out of her mouth and trickle down my shaft, expertly wanking me up with both oil and saliva. I writhed and wriggled in her hands, as she kept sexy eye contact and repeatedly whispered, “So beautiful” …, more drool, more edging … my balls and belly also being mixed in her oil and her saliva … more sexy eyes, more “So beautiful” … until Antonia surprised me by asking, “Can I kiss you here?” … fuckyeah!
I then reveled in Antonia’s tender kissing around my balls, licking up-and-down my shaft, and tongue-swirling around my glans … being edged and edged. I don’t think I can call this OWO, although it got damn close! Either way, it was more then enough to make me lose control … and with a gentlemanly warning, I erupted in Antonia’s hands, just as she pulled her face back in time to avoid my spermy splatter. Her hands continued to massage my lingam over the next minute or two … caringly ensuring my balls had fully released.
Antonia then wet-wiped me clean … and popped out to wash her hands her hands. On return, she again sat alongside my left flank, her summer’s dress riding high such that her bare thigh touched mine. It now felt quite natural to caress and feel up her legs and under her dress, and I regretted not doing so earlier … who knows how far my hands could’ve wandered? Back to her gibber-jabber, Antonia wound me down with oily massage of my arms and hands over the next 10mins or so … until the alarm alerted her to 90mins done on the bed.
Helping me slowly rise up, Antonia started to demo her ‘throat singing’! Although there was no rush, I’d had enough of her voice by now … so I quickly dressed, double-kissed and departed. Phew!
Conclusion:Antonia provided great VFM sensual hand massage … £90 for 90mins is hard to beat …especially when including a lovely lingam massage with surprise OWO nuance. Although her chatter makes her mad-as-a-hatter, I’d
Positive-ly subject my body (and ears!) to Antonia again!