Dani ksh
Central Manchester, incall
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External Link/Members OnlyBackground: this review is rather an afterthought, being, from our punterly perspectives, uneventful and disappointing. Because of the way this one didn't pan-out satisfactorily, it was the immediate forerunner to and thereby the cause of a much more personally gratifying experience, as recounted in my preceding review (see link below), which succeeded this one. I therefore offer it to those who may find their own use for it, whatever that may be.
Events had found me at liberty in the Kingdom's de facto second city, whatever
Birmingham and its Brummies might protest. Sensing that a commensurately good time was almost sure to be had, I consulted our purple-mastheaded bible, and discovered Dani, who, I felt, on the strength of her well-composed profile, would answer my particular brief that day: native, not-fat, not-orange, unsqueamish, good-company, early middle-age, available and, I thought, rather good value on the hour's rate of £130. An incall appointment was swiftly enough arranged, and with minimum crossed-wires.
Dani resides in a large, relatively recent-build and still well cared-for apartment block overlooking the Irwell, only a short walk from Deansgate and the legal quarter. Dani warmly bade me into what I'd say was her home, a nice little city flat; and onwards into the bedroom. My immediate sensory impression, from the nose, was that there'd been a party there the night before and someone might've slept over in the working space (for reference, it's the 2nd row, centre column image in her current gallery, where she's wearing black trainers). Hardly a shocker, but
'room only recently vacated by an inebriate human' is not high on my list of appealing scents.
The DameThis is not bait & switch: Dani is as she advertises - a medium-height, slender and pale-skinned Scottish red-head. She's courteous, convivial and clearly clever too - and this is all very much grist to my particular mill. She is not, however, at least on my terms, a looker: I take no pleasure in writing this, and convey it only because it informs a good deal of events, such as they unfolded. The first impression that occurred to me was
'she's got Habsburg ancestry!'. IYKYK.
EventsLord-knows most of us are acutely aware of, and depend upon looks not being everything, and during our introductions, Dani's winning and welcoming manner gave me enough pause to throw my lot in for the booked duration- as I reasoned to myself 'you never quite know'. Perhaps I'd have saved myself £60-£80 or so by quitting at that point - but as it was, I left myself open to chance, and we undressed and took to the stage.
I can say that, for my part at any rate, we got on very indeed. She'd be great company on a day or night out - she is, by turns, witty, interesting and involving; you are very unlikely to be bored.
We'd been messing about with a little mutual massage by way of trying to stoke some court and spark, but when it came to my Rubicon moment, I paid heed to my intuition, and understood that this simply wasn't the morning glory that I wanted. I thanked Dani for her time and pleasant company, and chalked it up to a check in a recently very good run. Though naturally it's disappointing not to get it on, I'm almost never up for banging away for the sake of having handed over some cash.
SummaryDani was mostly as advertised and did nothing wrong per sé - (though the boudoir could've been better kept)
ConclusionWarmer Neutral- borderline Positive.
Happy-endings
A sit down in the sun, a restorative coffee and a contemplative browse through our bible, meant that a mere 50 minutes after thus cooling my heels, all was well, I was facing this bona-fide beauty, - and, in the kind of an uplifting happy-ending we all need, had a whale of a time...
karma!
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