Herodotus
07-04-2005, 11:44 AM
I saw this ad in the Hour the other day: Nice woman 46 years old and a male 43 years old can receive you for threesome plus domination. Call 514-525-1852.
But when I got there…Oops, major typo in the ad: it should have read 64 years old. But I was there, so I decided to go through with it. Besides the woman in question is Lili, the owner of fbqonline, a domination place in downtown Montreal, one that I have visited on several occasions. I wanted to find out whether her establishment had begun to offer domination with FS. It turns out that Lili is probably the only one who does, although she did say that what the girls do behind closed doors is their business. However, my own experience with more than a few of the girls who work there is that you get domination with either zero sexual contact or some limited sexual contact, far short of FS. For her part, Lili was open to providing domination and she caters to most fetishes. If you decide to take the threesome, there is, as she put it, light bisexualism (touching and BJ, but no anal). I opted for FS alone.
We went down to a small dungeon in the basement. Chains, handcuffs and various other BDSM paraphernalia filled the room. As Lili began to get undressed, I revised my age estimate upwards: sags where there used to be curves. My mind flashed to the two dommes I had seen lounging in the waiting room. I briefly considered asking whether she would mind if I took one of them instead, but, no, that seemed the wrong thing to do. So on with the show.
Not much to report, except for a premier, 25 minute BBBJ & BLS session. It was la pipe la plus cochonne que j’ai jamais eue (not quite sure how to translate). This gal knows her stuff -- a multiple positions BJ: me standing, her kneeling; me sitting, her kneeling; me kneeling, her lying on her side; me kneeling doggie style cross-wise, her underneath drawing me in; me doing push ups, her lips at my midriff clasping me as I slid in and out of her mouth; me lying on my back, her kneeling between my legs; her sliding up, dressing me and finishing me COG. Then poof, the illusion was over and I was with someone who receives an old age security cheque every month – a nice person, but not my idea of an ideal date.
I left shortly afterwards and started to drive home. Notwithstanding the major league blow job, I was still feeling a bit unfulfilled, so I decided to drop in at a SC (O’Gascon in Terrebonne) on the way. A strange reversal of things since when I mix SC and SP, I always do the SC first. Anyway, I hoped Sylvie was working. I was in luck; she was just finishing her stage show as I walked in.
She saw me and smiled. She came over and greeted me with a kiss on the lips. This was the second time I had seen her. I bought her a drink and we chatted a bit before heading off to a $15 booth. Now, the thing about Sylvie is that she actually appears to enjoy dancing for me (maybe it’s all part of the act, but I don’t care; I enjoy myself all the same). The reason is that, as she puts it, I’m a gentleman. Translation: I don’t grope; I don’t try to slide my fingers under her thong; I just lie back and enjoy the show. She began by removing my glasses. “I like to get in close,” she said. She kissed my ears, my cheeks, my neck and my lips. Her thigh pressed up against my crotch, moving slowing up and down. She unbuttoned my shirt and slipped her hands in. She then took her breasts in her hands and began, first, whisking them across my exposed chest, then across my lips. This was followed by some traditional grinding – her sitting on my lap with her back to me. She took my hands and ran them up and down her body a few times. Then she turned around for some more neck and lip kissing while her hand slipped between my legs and light caressed my boy scout (who as you might imagine was standing at attention). Things went on like this for four dances, at which point I couldn’t take anymore without losing my “gentleman” status. So I put an end to things. I paid her for five dances and left.
All in all a weird afternoon: mixed memories of Lili’s BJ and Sylvie’s attentions lingered on for several hours. Too bad I can’t fully merge them, taking the best of both.
But when I got there…Oops, major typo in the ad: it should have read 64 years old. But I was there, so I decided to go through with it. Besides the woman in question is Lili, the owner of fbqonline, a domination place in downtown Montreal, one that I have visited on several occasions. I wanted to find out whether her establishment had begun to offer domination with FS. It turns out that Lili is probably the only one who does, although she did say that what the girls do behind closed doors is their business. However, my own experience with more than a few of the girls who work there is that you get domination with either zero sexual contact or some limited sexual contact, far short of FS. For her part, Lili was open to providing domination and she caters to most fetishes. If you decide to take the threesome, there is, as she put it, light bisexualism (touching and BJ, but no anal). I opted for FS alone.
We went down to a small dungeon in the basement. Chains, handcuffs and various other BDSM paraphernalia filled the room. As Lili began to get undressed, I revised my age estimate upwards: sags where there used to be curves. My mind flashed to the two dommes I had seen lounging in the waiting room. I briefly considered asking whether she would mind if I took one of them instead, but, no, that seemed the wrong thing to do. So on with the show.
Not much to report, except for a premier, 25 minute BBBJ & BLS session. It was la pipe la plus cochonne que j’ai jamais eue (not quite sure how to translate). This gal knows her stuff -- a multiple positions BJ: me standing, her kneeling; me sitting, her kneeling; me kneeling, her lying on her side; me kneeling doggie style cross-wise, her underneath drawing me in; me doing push ups, her lips at my midriff clasping me as I slid in and out of her mouth; me lying on my back, her kneeling between my legs; her sliding up, dressing me and finishing me COG. Then poof, the illusion was over and I was with someone who receives an old age security cheque every month – a nice person, but not my idea of an ideal date.
I left shortly afterwards and started to drive home. Notwithstanding the major league blow job, I was still feeling a bit unfulfilled, so I decided to drop in at a SC (O’Gascon in Terrebonne) on the way. A strange reversal of things since when I mix SC and SP, I always do the SC first. Anyway, I hoped Sylvie was working. I was in luck; she was just finishing her stage show as I walked in.
She saw me and smiled. She came over and greeted me with a kiss on the lips. This was the second time I had seen her. I bought her a drink and we chatted a bit before heading off to a $15 booth. Now, the thing about Sylvie is that she actually appears to enjoy dancing for me (maybe it’s all part of the act, but I don’t care; I enjoy myself all the same). The reason is that, as she puts it, I’m a gentleman. Translation: I don’t grope; I don’t try to slide my fingers under her thong; I just lie back and enjoy the show. She began by removing my glasses. “I like to get in close,” she said. She kissed my ears, my cheeks, my neck and my lips. Her thigh pressed up against my crotch, moving slowing up and down. She unbuttoned my shirt and slipped her hands in. She then took her breasts in her hands and began, first, whisking them across my exposed chest, then across my lips. This was followed by some traditional grinding – her sitting on my lap with her back to me. She took my hands and ran them up and down her body a few times. Then she turned around for some more neck and lip kissing while her hand slipped between my legs and light caressed my boy scout (who as you might imagine was standing at attention). Things went on like this for four dances, at which point I couldn’t take anymore without losing my “gentleman” status. So I put an end to things. I paid her for five dances and left.
All in all a weird afternoon: mixed memories of Lili’s BJ and Sylvie’s attentions lingered on for several hours. Too bad I can’t fully merge them, taking the best of both.