Johnnychimpo
26-10-2017, 10:04 AM
Hi guys, after a few questionable punts lately & a booking with Mel Pinkifunki I was left pondering my lifestyle choices surrounding my hobby.
Mel has always been an out there lady but I have visited her maybe 6 times over the past 17 years. Her service & look & workspace kind of lends itself to pure escapism from the day to day grind. Once again she’s fallen on tough times and is working out of a motel at Annerley. I booked for an agreed time and then seriously hesitated when she told me the address. But little head took over and I maintained the booking. 10 min before time she pushed time back then again & again & again, prob ended up being more than 30 mins after original booking time, no big deal as I know she’s good and I had time to spare. Finally she gives me the room number and I head up, walking past people sitting on the balcony, I think boy this place is a shit hole. Left waiting at the door for what felt like forever, room was a mess with shit everywhere, I persevere. She’s still doing her makeup so I grab a shower, once again a hovel, room stunk of pot, towel nice and clean though. Whilst I’m in the shower she ducks out to the balcony to sort something out, I’m waiting for ages for her to come back. I lay on the bed watching porn playing on the TV. She continues to do makeup for at least 20 mins, then has a shower, then stuffs around more then finally joins me on the bed. Great sensual massage followed by 69 and covered oral to completion which was out of this world. Nice cuddle and chat afterwards another quick shower and out the door. This was now two hours after my original booking time. As I said I had the afternoon free and wasn’t stressed about time. But where I’m questioning myself is laying on the bed in a shitty junky type hotel waiting for the lady to get her shit together. Obviously Mel has led an interesting life and that has been full of ups and downs, now is definitely a down time I would assume. But she’s honest and takes great pride in her service.
My question to others is have you ever gotten to a point where you thought, Jesus what the fuck am I doing in this shithole paying to get a load away? Am I the same as the pot head sharing bongs with other randoms around the table of a grubby sharehouse or the junkie getting a fix in a back alley? I’m not judging anyone (except maybe myself) more wondering do others go through this as well.
Cheers
JC
Mel has always been an out there lady but I have visited her maybe 6 times over the past 17 years. Her service & look & workspace kind of lends itself to pure escapism from the day to day grind. Once again she’s fallen on tough times and is working out of a motel at Annerley. I booked for an agreed time and then seriously hesitated when she told me the address. But little head took over and I maintained the booking. 10 min before time she pushed time back then again & again & again, prob ended up being more than 30 mins after original booking time, no big deal as I know she’s good and I had time to spare. Finally she gives me the room number and I head up, walking past people sitting on the balcony, I think boy this place is a shit hole. Left waiting at the door for what felt like forever, room was a mess with shit everywhere, I persevere. She’s still doing her makeup so I grab a shower, once again a hovel, room stunk of pot, towel nice and clean though. Whilst I’m in the shower she ducks out to the balcony to sort something out, I’m waiting for ages for her to come back. I lay on the bed watching porn playing on the TV. She continues to do makeup for at least 20 mins, then has a shower, then stuffs around more then finally joins me on the bed. Great sensual massage followed by 69 and covered oral to completion which was out of this world. Nice cuddle and chat afterwards another quick shower and out the door. This was now two hours after my original booking time. As I said I had the afternoon free and wasn’t stressed about time. But where I’m questioning myself is laying on the bed in a shitty junky type hotel waiting for the lady to get her shit together. Obviously Mel has led an interesting life and that has been full of ups and downs, now is definitely a down time I would assume. But she’s honest and takes great pride in her service.
My question to others is have you ever gotten to a point where you thought, Jesus what the fuck am I doing in this shithole paying to get a load away? Am I the same as the pot head sharing bongs with other randoms around the table of a grubby sharehouse or the junkie getting a fix in a back alley? I’m not judging anyone (except maybe myself) more wondering do others go through this as well.
Cheers
JC