Speechwriter
30-01-2017, 11:22 AM
Had a session with Romi at Marrickville 5 on Australia Day. It was a disaster. I offer this account of my experience with her as a guide for how you may avoid a repeat performance. It's a cautionary tale about how small issues can accumulate into big problems.
Prelude
After some PM between Jerry and myself over a few days, Jerry recommends his new Korean star Romi.
I arrived in Sydney (from Melbourne) mid-morning on Australia Day, enough time to get to my hotel in the CBD, shower and freshen up, and catch a taxi to 5 Gerald Street for my 12:30pm session with Romi.
Arrival and intro
Jerry texts me earlier that he won’t be at Marrickville to say hello. No worries. Instead, I meet a guy who calls himself MC. He‘s friendly, I give him the $230 for an hour with Romi, and MC shows me to a room down a dimly lit corridor.
The room is small, dark, and hot. My booking is for 12:30pm. It’s 12:29pm.
At 12:39pm there’s a knock on the door and in walks a girl who calls herself Romi. She is clearly not anything like the girl in the pix Jerry sent me. Not a good start. No matter, this Romi is cute enough. We shake hands, I introduce myself, and as I always do, I thank the girl for taking the time to see me.
10 minutes in a small, dark, and hot room would make even Roger Federer perspire, so I ask Romi if we can do something about the air-con. She goes out to reception. When she returns, it’s 12:43pm.
We embrace briefly and I ask Romi to stand back so I can take in the view. She’s doesn’t really like the idea. I tell her not to worry.
I go to embrace her again, and Romi stiffens. I ask if I can remove the sheer teddy that she’s wearing, and she snaps: “I do this.”
OK.
In double-time, Romi removes all her clothes and sits on the bed. I’m standing, fully clothed.
OK. What to do?
My Sydney experience is mostly at Ginza. I’ll say nothing more on this because I’ll start to sound like a fanboy. Those who know Ginza will know why I mention this here. Romi sitting on the bed naked. Me standing fully clothed.
It seems I’ll be making the running today. All good. So I start to run the show.
This is my first big mistake with Romi, and she soon reveals to me her inner Korean princess. What a show she can muster. Golden Globe stuff it was.
The shower
There wasn’t one – not for me initially. I’d had a shower an hour ago, at my hotel, a 5-star in the CBD with beautiful botanical soaps and shampoos from France.
After a brief period where Romi and I had been canoodling on the bed, she says she wants to have a shower. I leave her to it. I sit on the bed and wait for Romi to return.
I am as clean-shaven and as scrubbed as I always am for these encounters. I hear later on from Jerry that this wasn’t quite to Romi’s standards. Romi told Jerry that I “smelled a little bad”.
So not having a second shower at 5 Marrickville was my second big mistake. When Romi returns to the bed, and after another short period in which she had briefly gone down on me, Romi insists that I have a shower.
OK. It’s now 12:55pm.
Romi joins me in the shower and gives me a quick scrub. Hard, fast, and devoid of any pleasure. It’s like she’s washing her dog. In fact, my 20 minutes with Romi to date has been an erotic-free zone.
I attempt to kiss Romi on the cheek and she pulls away. She moves in closer with her lips pursed tighter than a cat’s arse and gives me the type of kiss you’d expect from an aunty. She is clearly going through the motions.
OK.
The blowjob
We get out of the shower and dry off. I ask Romi if there’s anything she’d like. She misunderstands me and I repeat the question in a different way. She pretends not to understand again. She giggles and says something I don’t understand.
OK. What to do?
Romi moves first and positions herself for some BBBJ on the bed. My cock is as soft as it’s been all day. Romi begins a mechanical and lifeless BJ that leaves me half-mast. I have the worst case of limp dick syndrome I can remember. Romi is getting frustrated. I don’t blame her. I get the feeling the poor girl isn’t used to real work of this nature.
After 5 minutes of a useless BJ, I ask Romi if I can return the favour. Her response: “You talk too much.”
She actually said that.
DATY
I try to take the initiative, and I move Romi to position her for some DATY. I tell her what I’m doing.
“Don’t push me!” she snaps.
I move more gently. As if I’m handling a newborn. I begin a tomcat bath on Romi. Slow and cautious.
“No ears!” she snaps, as I try to kiss her there.
“No neck!” she snaps, as I try to kiss her there.
I move down to her nipples for a cautious kiss. She pulls away violently – and I mean violently – saying “No, too strong!”
OK.
I continue to safer areas – tummy, arms, legs, feet.
“No feet! Feet are dirty!”
OK.
I’ve only got a few cards left in my hand, so I play a big one. I go straight for her pussy with a big hot breath and the softest kiss I can manage. She likes!
Finally, something Romi is into. I continue pleasuring Romi here for about three minutes and I go to move her for some 69.
“Oh, don’t push me, you not gentle!” she snaps. “Be gentle with me.”
We start some 69 and Romi is having a good time. So am, sort of. My cock fits nicely in her mouth at this angle, and I’m finally hardening.
I go to lift Romi’s arse so I can go deeper and she groans. Not a pleasant groan. A pissed-off groan.
“You not gentle with me! Must tell me what you will do.”
OK. So, in the space of 5 minutes I’ve gone from talking too much, to not talking enough.
That’s enough for me. Mentally, I’ve checked out of this disaster of a punt -- $230 to be lectured by a contradictory and confused KP. No thanks.
I ask -– ask! –- Romi if it’s OK that she do some more BBBJ.
“Yes. You move here.”
I follow Romi’s instructions. I lay on my back, legs spread, and Romi goes to work on my semi-hard cock. It stays that way until, about a minute later, I blow in her mouth.
She’s clearly disgusted. Despite what she thinks about me, she takes the load and runs to the shower, nearly tripping as she does such was her haste, and spits out the cum.
She bangs the shower door shut and starts her clean-up.
I start getting dressed.
“You no shower now?”
“No Romi. I’m leaving. There is no connection between us. There is nothing between us. No fun. No joy. Nothing is happy. It’s best that I just leave.”
The banging continues as she gets out of the shower.
The fucking
There wasn’t any. I’ve got some pride.
The clean-up
There wasn’t any. I got dressed, called a taxi, and went straight to Wiley’s Baths at Coogee to wash Romi off me. Nothing like the ocean for a proper clean.
The takeout
Marrickville 5 will go down as my intro to KPS.
I’d paid $230 for an hour with one of the supposed stars at Marrickville 5, and I walked at the 40-minute mark.
I texted Jerry about the experience on the ride to Coogee. No response.
I PMd Jerry that night. To his credit, he got back to me soon after. Also to his credit – and I mean this – he took Romi’s side in what is, after all, a “he said, she said” scenario. Papasans like Jerry have to look after their girls. I understand this. Without girls, he doesn’t have a business.
But there is another side to the successful business equation, and Jerry needs to be very careful about what his girls tell him.
I can reveal some parts of Jerry’s PM to me. Romi told Jerry that I pushed her down on the bed “many times” and she was “scared to get injured, etc, etc.”
This is a lie.
In one of my attempts to move Romi to a different position, she actually took a dive, like what soccer players do when they’re trying to milk a penalty.
Romi threw herself onto the bed. It was hilarious.
Jerry apologised for the whole affair, and thanked me for the feedback. I reckon that’s pretty professional of him. Way more professional than Romi’s efforts with me.
Jerry has also offered me a make-good for the whole experience – he said regardless of how this AR reads – and I’m thinking about how that can happen, given my Melbourne-Sydney logistics.
Jerry’s PM finished with the line: “I’ll happily greet you next time.”
That’s great Jerry, but it’s more important that the girl “happily greets me.”
And I promise to take a shower so I don’t smell so bad.
Prelude
After some PM between Jerry and myself over a few days, Jerry recommends his new Korean star Romi.
I arrived in Sydney (from Melbourne) mid-morning on Australia Day, enough time to get to my hotel in the CBD, shower and freshen up, and catch a taxi to 5 Gerald Street for my 12:30pm session with Romi.
Arrival and intro
Jerry texts me earlier that he won’t be at Marrickville to say hello. No worries. Instead, I meet a guy who calls himself MC. He‘s friendly, I give him the $230 for an hour with Romi, and MC shows me to a room down a dimly lit corridor.
The room is small, dark, and hot. My booking is for 12:30pm. It’s 12:29pm.
At 12:39pm there’s a knock on the door and in walks a girl who calls herself Romi. She is clearly not anything like the girl in the pix Jerry sent me. Not a good start. No matter, this Romi is cute enough. We shake hands, I introduce myself, and as I always do, I thank the girl for taking the time to see me.
10 minutes in a small, dark, and hot room would make even Roger Federer perspire, so I ask Romi if we can do something about the air-con. She goes out to reception. When she returns, it’s 12:43pm.
We embrace briefly and I ask Romi to stand back so I can take in the view. She’s doesn’t really like the idea. I tell her not to worry.
I go to embrace her again, and Romi stiffens. I ask if I can remove the sheer teddy that she’s wearing, and she snaps: “I do this.”
OK.
In double-time, Romi removes all her clothes and sits on the bed. I’m standing, fully clothed.
OK. What to do?
My Sydney experience is mostly at Ginza. I’ll say nothing more on this because I’ll start to sound like a fanboy. Those who know Ginza will know why I mention this here. Romi sitting on the bed naked. Me standing fully clothed.
It seems I’ll be making the running today. All good. So I start to run the show.
This is my first big mistake with Romi, and she soon reveals to me her inner Korean princess. What a show she can muster. Golden Globe stuff it was.
The shower
There wasn’t one – not for me initially. I’d had a shower an hour ago, at my hotel, a 5-star in the CBD with beautiful botanical soaps and shampoos from France.
After a brief period where Romi and I had been canoodling on the bed, she says she wants to have a shower. I leave her to it. I sit on the bed and wait for Romi to return.
I am as clean-shaven and as scrubbed as I always am for these encounters. I hear later on from Jerry that this wasn’t quite to Romi’s standards. Romi told Jerry that I “smelled a little bad”.
So not having a second shower at 5 Marrickville was my second big mistake. When Romi returns to the bed, and after another short period in which she had briefly gone down on me, Romi insists that I have a shower.
OK. It’s now 12:55pm.
Romi joins me in the shower and gives me a quick scrub. Hard, fast, and devoid of any pleasure. It’s like she’s washing her dog. In fact, my 20 minutes with Romi to date has been an erotic-free zone.
I attempt to kiss Romi on the cheek and she pulls away. She moves in closer with her lips pursed tighter than a cat’s arse and gives me the type of kiss you’d expect from an aunty. She is clearly going through the motions.
OK.
The blowjob
We get out of the shower and dry off. I ask Romi if there’s anything she’d like. She misunderstands me and I repeat the question in a different way. She pretends not to understand again. She giggles and says something I don’t understand.
OK. What to do?
Romi moves first and positions herself for some BBBJ on the bed. My cock is as soft as it’s been all day. Romi begins a mechanical and lifeless BJ that leaves me half-mast. I have the worst case of limp dick syndrome I can remember. Romi is getting frustrated. I don’t blame her. I get the feeling the poor girl isn’t used to real work of this nature.
After 5 minutes of a useless BJ, I ask Romi if I can return the favour. Her response: “You talk too much.”
She actually said that.
DATY
I try to take the initiative, and I move Romi to position her for some DATY. I tell her what I’m doing.
“Don’t push me!” she snaps.
I move more gently. As if I’m handling a newborn. I begin a tomcat bath on Romi. Slow and cautious.
“No ears!” she snaps, as I try to kiss her there.
“No neck!” she snaps, as I try to kiss her there.
I move down to her nipples for a cautious kiss. She pulls away violently – and I mean violently – saying “No, too strong!”
OK.
I continue to safer areas – tummy, arms, legs, feet.
“No feet! Feet are dirty!”
OK.
I’ve only got a few cards left in my hand, so I play a big one. I go straight for her pussy with a big hot breath and the softest kiss I can manage. She likes!
Finally, something Romi is into. I continue pleasuring Romi here for about three minutes and I go to move her for some 69.
“Oh, don’t push me, you not gentle!” she snaps. “Be gentle with me.”
We start some 69 and Romi is having a good time. So am, sort of. My cock fits nicely in her mouth at this angle, and I’m finally hardening.
I go to lift Romi’s arse so I can go deeper and she groans. Not a pleasant groan. A pissed-off groan.
“You not gentle with me! Must tell me what you will do.”
OK. So, in the space of 5 minutes I’ve gone from talking too much, to not talking enough.
That’s enough for me. Mentally, I’ve checked out of this disaster of a punt -- $230 to be lectured by a contradictory and confused KP. No thanks.
I ask -– ask! –- Romi if it’s OK that she do some more BBBJ.
“Yes. You move here.”
I follow Romi’s instructions. I lay on my back, legs spread, and Romi goes to work on my semi-hard cock. It stays that way until, about a minute later, I blow in her mouth.
She’s clearly disgusted. Despite what she thinks about me, she takes the load and runs to the shower, nearly tripping as she does such was her haste, and spits out the cum.
She bangs the shower door shut and starts her clean-up.
I start getting dressed.
“You no shower now?”
“No Romi. I’m leaving. There is no connection between us. There is nothing between us. No fun. No joy. Nothing is happy. It’s best that I just leave.”
The banging continues as she gets out of the shower.
The fucking
There wasn’t any. I’ve got some pride.
The clean-up
There wasn’t any. I got dressed, called a taxi, and went straight to Wiley’s Baths at Coogee to wash Romi off me. Nothing like the ocean for a proper clean.
The takeout
Marrickville 5 will go down as my intro to KPS.
I’d paid $230 for an hour with one of the supposed stars at Marrickville 5, and I walked at the 40-minute mark.
I texted Jerry about the experience on the ride to Coogee. No response.
I PMd Jerry that night. To his credit, he got back to me soon after. Also to his credit – and I mean this – he took Romi’s side in what is, after all, a “he said, she said” scenario. Papasans like Jerry have to look after their girls. I understand this. Without girls, he doesn’t have a business.
But there is another side to the successful business equation, and Jerry needs to be very careful about what his girls tell him.
I can reveal some parts of Jerry’s PM to me. Romi told Jerry that I pushed her down on the bed “many times” and she was “scared to get injured, etc, etc.”
This is a lie.
In one of my attempts to move Romi to a different position, she actually took a dive, like what soccer players do when they’re trying to milk a penalty.
Romi threw herself onto the bed. It was hilarious.
Jerry apologised for the whole affair, and thanked me for the feedback. I reckon that’s pretty professional of him. Way more professional than Romi’s efforts with me.
Jerry has also offered me a make-good for the whole experience – he said regardless of how this AR reads – and I’m thinking about how that can happen, given my Melbourne-Sydney logistics.
Jerry’s PM finished with the line: “I’ll happily greet you next time.”
That’s great Jerry, but it’s more important that the girl “happily greets me.”
And I promise to take a shower so I don’t smell so bad.