External Link/Members OnlyI had a little time to spare before my evening train, which to everyones great surprise was running late. I sent a Whatsapp to the number on Oriental Annies website, to ask if anyone was available.
Under a minute later I had my reply "Hi Darling, what time do you want?", so I wrote back asking if anyone is available right now for a 30 min booking. Again, an instant reply saying 'yes, the door is now open'. I walked over, sending a final message asking who I'll be seeing- idealy I was after a description, or some glimmer of hope, but I got a simple reply "new girl Sha Sha." Thought I'm here now so I'll take my chances.
Oriental Annies is on an absolutely abysmal street in Doncaster, which the only saving grace is that it is so accessible from the railway and bus stations.
The door was unlocked, as promised, I braced myself and went in and to my surprise found Sha Sha to be a very attractive woman, I'd guess in her late 20's. She wore a very formal black tunic, with dark, straight hair down just passed her shoulders, I'd say she was 5'2". She had a more slender, less round face, and paler skin than many Chinese ladies, almost like a Japanese girl, but I'm sure she was Chinese. There's a cartoon, probably ai, doodle of a woman holding a tray of goodies on the front page of their site currently, who probably by pure chance, does look something like her.
She looked so professional and formal I thought there may actually be no extras on the cards. As soon as I was in,she locked the door behind me- a wise decision on that particular street. She smiled and gestured to the shoe rack in the hallway, so I removed them as requested, and she silently went upstairs, I followed on. I spoke, and it became very clear that I know about as much Mandarin as she does English! The upstairs room was warm, with quite dim red lighting- but not pitch black, a chair to put your clothes and a bit of music on, proper massage table in the middle with a disposable paper sheet over it. It all looked and smelled clean.
I miss being able to chat, and to me it makes things a bit akward, I couldn't see another option but to just pass her my money as soon as we were in the room, so I got my £60 out and said this is for you. Now she seemed to say in a word or two of broken English "how long for?" so I said 30 minutes (which is £30), still looking a bit bemused my heart and cock sank, so I said "the rest is extra, a tip?" to which she suddenly seemed to get it and gave me a very pretty smile. It wasn't agreed on what this extra 30 would get me, but as I undressed she took her tunic off, and started pulling her top up, uttering "massage first?". I had no idea, I just nodded and said yes, she pulled her top back down. Great- I guess?
I got naked and just lay on the table, wondering if I should have said 'no massage first', but too late now. she stood at the head of the bed, my face through the hole, she did a few decent techniques around my neck, upper back, and occasionally reaching right down to my very lower back, but nothing sensual. This went on, after somewhere between 5 and ten minutes of this decent but not arousing stimuli, I raised my head, neck now limber as an ostriches, and asked if I may turn over. She got her phone from the side and put a translate app thing on, I proudly proclaimed in my finest Kings English if I can roll over now. It spat something out in Mandarin, I don't trust these things- I had visions of it asking her to empty my vacuum cleaner, but somehow, it worked. She began wiping the oil off my back rapidly, and my concerns of my dusty Dyson allayed.
I rolled over, she quickly removed all her outfit, save for her little black socks, reached into a side draw to get her band and tied her hair back, before promisingly, applying a little oil between her breasts, and a drizzle on the area need most on me. A good look at her figure revealed an unblemished size 10, very nicely shaped rounded B cups- paler nipples than most Asian girls, though with the narrower hip size than you typically get with Western girls. From front on her pubes looked trimmed, more like a landing strip. Still, I found her figure both feminine and alluring. She climbed right on top of me, her body against mine, and offered up her bust to my mouth, slightly squeezing them together, I moved between licking one nipple and then the other, caressing them, feeling her skin and weight against me I became excited.
She slid herself downwards, using both her hands to cup her breasts around my cock, gently stroking them up and down. Now I absolutely love tit wanks(in fact I like them more than anything else), and so thoroughly enjoyed myself with this, I started to thrust between them, which she had no objections about.
She then hopped off, stood to the side, where I placed by hand on her hip/bum cheeks as she stroked my cock, applying some extra oil. I didn't reach for pussy, I got the impression that, at least at my price point, it was off limits. She kept making little whimpers throughout. Now I think if this was actual sex they could have been great, but probably a touch too much for the joy(? ) of feeling an oily penis in her hand.
Back on the table she got, slightly on her side, so her tits were near my cock again, and whilst stroking me she kept rubbing the head against her nearest nipple, and then slapping my dick against them, in between long strokes, every now and then she'd suck my nipples too. She upped the hand pace and after about ten minutes I couldn't hold back anymore, she stopped at just the right moment for a great messy orgasm - don't know if it's me but I've always found ladies seem to either keep applying stimulation too long, or stop just before they should, and inadvertently spoil things.
She got up, very carefully cleaned me up with some wipes and a disposable towel, and gestured that she needed to wash her hands, so nipped off to the room nextdoor. I couldn't figure out if time was up, so I asked her "are we done?" when she returned. She half smiled, and seemed to agree, starting to dress, so I figured I'd best do the same.After we dressed, she came round the table and gave me a lovely hug, and we went downstairs, I got another hug and we said our byes and I was backout on the street that time and refuge collection forgot.
I enjoyed myself overall, a pretty young lady at an ok price. A couple of caveats though. First, the language barrier is, to me, a major problem, I'd love to know if there's any other services available from her, but I don't know how to ask, and overall it makes things more challenging than they might be. Secondly it was all over once I was done and wiped up, exactly 23 minutes since I'd set foot in the building. This has lead me to be even more curious what would have happened if I'd got straight down to the naughty stuff rather than the 5-10 mins on my front first, I can't decide if I missed out on ten minutes of teasing, or if I'd have been out the door even faster.
Overall, due to her looks, the ease of booking and the moderate price point I'd consider going again, or would suggest to others as a decent plan B.
