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My ECCIE Reviews
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Review: Nice and Nasty, or nicely nasty
Date: First week of September
Provider: Mr Nasty
Phone: will provide
Email Address: -
URL / Website: -
City: Portland
State: Texas
Address: -
Appointment Type: My incall
Did the Appointment take place at the agreed-upon time?: Yes
Activities: convo, LFK, DFK, BBBJ, CG, mish, MSOG, convo, fondling, breast worship, shower
Session Length: 1 hour
Fee: $.5 + coffee
Hair Length and Color: Dark
Age: late 40′s
Smoking Status: Electronic cigarettes
Ethnic Background: White/Caucasian
Physical Description: 6’3″, 220, twinkling brown eyes that look like he’s plotting something, some chest hair, thick… feet. Yeah, feet.
Recommendation: Yes
BCD: And there I was…**
Nasty met me at the door, wearing a nice polo and a pair of jeans. He brought me a present of what used to be a pound of coffee but is now 11.3oz, the cheap ass corporate bastards – still not sure how he guessed my brand, apparently I am just that predictable or he’s a mind-reader.
He dove right in for some kissing after giving me the coffee. Nasty and I have been friends for a bit and the good thing about that is the preliminaries can usually be ignored once you know someone. He certainly wasn’t shy. After a very enthusiastic greeting, we headed off to the bedroom. Clearly, we were both looking forward to this.
I lay on the bed, quite nearly naked, and watched Nasty undress. Surreptitiously, you understand, because people can get shy about the weirdest things. We chatted while he stripped down and I admit that when he sat down, the broad expanse of his back looked very inviting. I straddled his behind, rubbed my boobs on his back and lightly scratched his shoulders while he talked and unlaced his shoes.
Nasty finished undressing and we tangled our limbs together to finish our hellos. Kiss, kiss talk, kiss… I’ve had enough of this. I went down on him. At the very least, this gets Nasty to change the subject.
I took his thick, throbbing member** into my mouth, and Nasty was very appreciative. He tried to get my hair out of way of his view, and I tried to see how quickly I could make him moan. One of his nice, soft moans – almost a sigh - the kind where you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know he’s doing it.
All in all, I am pretty sure I won that one.
Nasty had bigger and better ideas, and I saw no reason not to oblige. I had fun with the cover. “Who, me? I’m just putting the cover on. Rubbing up and down, yep, just making sure it’s on correctly. Let’s stroke it once more, just to make sure.”
Enough of that shit. Party time!
We’ve wrestled for top before, but I think this time Nasty wanted to see what I could do. No complaints here; cowgirl is my favorite. And, oooh, is he built for it. I played a bit at first, rubbing the tip against my clit, a little fun just for me, you know how it goes. Such a nice fat tip too. Makes me all tingly. I’m too eager for much of that, and we get down to it. Nasty makes this nice little noise as I wrap myself around him, and I’m still not sure if he does that without thinking or because he know I love those little reactions. We get right down to what I call honeymoon cowgirl – kiss, nibble, stroke downward, you love that baby don’t you, kiss, grab hair.
Oh, lordie.
Nasty’s grabbing hair, I’m nipping his shoulder with my teeth, we’re both sucking on lips or.. anything else within reach. Good times, man. Everything’s tingling, I’m having issues breathing properly and… well, I’ve got no idea what Nasty was doing because I was a bit preoccupied.
Nasty must have known I was not up to doing to work for a few minutes (as I age, I need time to recover… it happens to the best of us) and he flipped us over. I attempted to wrap my legs around him and did not succeed, for which I can only blame genetics of the short girl, but my, wasn’t it fun to continually hitch my hips up a little further to gain more purchase.
Nasty is all about the goal, gasping, pulling hair, gripping sheets and I’m doing my utmost to see to it he reaches that goal and… oh my, what is this? Tingling, oooh, sensation, tender bits sparking, oh, sweetheart, you need to do that just a bit harder, arch the back, lift the hips, oh, that is nice...
I’m not multi-orgasmic. I envy women who are. Nasty wins awards for this one.
And now it’s time to relax. Wash up a little bit and stretch out, catch up on the gossip in the life of Nasty, let the sweat we worked up dry, nibble here and lazily dig my nails into there, just for fun. After a while, somehow we get onto the subject of hunting and who is a good processor while I play with his bits. Nice, touchable bits – soft and malleable, and with every evidence of their owner’s enjoyment of the occasion. Almost casually rubbing my nipples along his thighs, at this point solely because I like the feel of it.
Real life intrudes eventually. We hie ourselves to the shower to freshen up – he because he must go back to work, me because I enjoy seeing him naked. He lathers himself up, I lather him up again (redundancy is fun, you cannot be too clean!). Have I ever mentioned what a tactile person I am? Nasty’s skin is like his voice – soft, and yet there’s marks of real life well-lived, freckles and texture and hair here but not there,and in general, just quite lived-in and nice. Bonus: Nasty gives a good back rub.
Nasty gives me troubles. I’m tactile, as aforementioned, and I love to grab and dig in nails and nip with the teeth and suck. He is so very touchable, and yet I have to reign myself in constantly, because most of the really fun things leave marks, and that is very bad.
All good things come to an end, and so did our time. Kisses, kisses, “drive careful”.
I shall enjoy the coffee. Until next time, sweet cheeks.
* Nasty gave me permission to write this. In fact, he was rather disappointed that another girl reviewed SKF before I wrote a review on him. C’est la vie, big guy.
** I have long maintained that if ever I do a review of Nasty, two phrases will be vital: “And there I was…” and “throbbing member”
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