Service and/or Provider's Name:
Mona Moore
Country & City:
Australia/based in Sydney but tours
Date of Encounter:
June 2018
Contact Method:
monamoore@outlook.com
Internet Link?:
https://www.monamooreescort.com/about
Appointment Length & Costs:
3h GFE, 1800AUD (~148,000 YEN / ~1,328 USD)
Type/Location:
Incall
Language Notes:
English
Details of the Encounter:
Sorry if this is too long.
Now I know what you're thinking. That's an expensive escort. Even for Australian indie standards, that's up on the high end. That's what I was thinking too. But somehow, I kept coming back to her profile on Scarlet Blue, and clicking the link to her website, instead of hundreds of other choices available to me. Those pictures. That body. That hair. Those reviews. It wasn't long before I fired off an email to make an appointment.
Some on TAG may have seen a thread I started about escorts not returning emails. Communication wasn't entirely smooth. Well, when there was communication, it was smooth, friendly and nice. But there just wasn't much of it. Over the time leading up to the appointment, there was no response for long enough that I started wondering if I should make other arrangements. But those pictures. That body. That hair. Yup. I think I'll wait.
A couple of days before our arranged date, she replied saying "Sorry for the late reply, uni has been crazy." I replied that it was no problem, but inside, I was thinking "You're a university student? Yeah, right..." But her emails from then on were sweet, clear and friendly, and I started getting excited again.
The day arrives, and it's time to meet. She sends me detailed instructions on how to get to her door discreetly. It's a real nice touch as she obviously values my discretion as well as her own. By this time, I'm nervous. This isn't my first time mongering, but I'm certainly not a veteran. And I certainly haven't ever booked a provider as hot (in her pictures) or as expensive before. Still, I manage to follow her instructions to a tee, and make my way to her door like a ninja, unseen and undetected. I knock, and a few seconds later, the door opens. She's standing to the side of the door, dark green dress so tight it might as well have been bodypaint. Her eyes are glittering like gems and her smile is warm. She's definitely the girl from the pictures. Her skin is a little paler (due to it being winter perhaps), but there's no mistaking that body, those breasts virtually popping out of that bodypaint-like dress. I get a lingering hug... a first touch of the incredible body under the thin material of her dress, the smell of freshly washed and dried hair, dark and cascading down her back. She offers me a drink. "Just water, thanks." I reply, awkward and clumsy. We sit down and chat. She can tell I'm nervous, but she's as smooth as silk, chatting about unimportant things while her eyes remain intense and promising.
I take a short shower, and when I come out, she's adjusting the lighting in the room. It's perfect. Not too dark. I want to see every inch of her. She then puts on some music. I couldn't even tell you what was playing because once she sees me emerge from the bathroom, she walks toward me and plants her lips on mine, and our hands are suddenly everywhere. I get on the bed and lie back. She crawls toward me on all fours and starts alternating between rubbing her (very well enhanced) breasts over the front of my boxer-briefs. I'm getting hard. I'm also touching her all over. Gawd, that skin, that body, toned and fit and curvy. That ass, at the same time round and womanly without the slightest hint of unnecessary jiggle. This girl is perfectly in shape.
After a while, she takes me in her mouth. She licks and kisses and strokes. When she sucks, she sucks HARD. We transition to mutual. My fingers probe along with my mouth. When it feels good, her warm thighs clamp around my head and I apply a bit more pressure. I can still hear her voice, the sounds of pleasure, even though her legs are clamped around my head, slightly trembling.
Next, we do Spanish. It's my first time. But Mona's breasts are fucking perfect, and I simply cannot pass it up. We apply lube. "Squeeze them together around yourself," she says looking up at me. "Do it hard," she adds breathily, "you won't hurt me." So I do. She moves up and down to match my rhythm. I have to tell her to stop. I don't want to cum yet. We take a breather, and then we go again. I manage not to cum. It's time for the main event.
Mona gently puts a condom on me, and then asks me to roll it all the way down. I do. I ask her to go on top first. She's tight. Maybe the tightest I've ever felt. And seeing her on top of me, hearing the noises of pleasure coming out of her mouth and seeing her eyes closed and face concentrating on the feeling... it's too much for me to last long. So I put her on her back, put her legs over my shoulders and start genuinely fucking her. It doesn't take long for me to reach orgasm, and I fall onto her. She holds me tightly and kisses my neck as I come down from the high.
After this we talk. I was wrong. She definitely is a university student. I won't divulge what she's studying, but she definitely knows her stuff, and it's obvious she's actually a student. She's in her mid 20s, but she's studying part time and doing the escort thing.
Over the rest of the time, we alternate between easy, free flowing conversation, lots of laughs and lots of sex. I cum 4 more times, making a total of 5 in 3 hours. I've never done that before in my life. In between, she's affectionate, open and considerate. A GFE, not just in name... it really feels like being with an awesome, drama-free girlfriend. We go way over time, because the last time we have sex takes a while. She doesn't seem to care. I really have to work for the last one, and we're both perspiring freely. We're in standing doggy, and I'm going as hard as I can, and she's matching me, her cascading hair is sticking to her glistening back as I slap my hands onto her perfect, toned ass and grip hard as I finally cum. She also finishes with a throaty series of groans and then we collapse on top of each other. I see the time, and move to get up, but she takes my hand and pulls me down again and kisses me softly before letting me stand up. I quickly rinse off in the shower, get my clothes on, while she watches me, naked, from the bed.
"If I'm in Sydney, maybe I'll give you a call?" I say, and I mean it.
"I'd love that, please do!" she responds, face crinkling into a cute smile that makes her seem even more like a young uni student. She really is beautiful. She kisses me several more times before letting me walk out the door, her hand lingering on mine, fingers still a little entwined before she lets go and the door closes. It was just a few hours, but I know I'll be daydreaming about it for weeks.
The next day, I get an email from Mona, thanking me for seeing her, and referring to something we had talked about between sex. It's a nice touch, that lets me know she remembers what we talked about. She's good at making men feel special. She did say that she had around 1 year of escorting left, if all goes to plan. I'm sure it will, having seen how intelligent and motivated she is. I may just have to make a trip to Sydney.
Pictures/Advertisement Accurate?:
Pictures were mostly accurate.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, May Repeat.
Closing Comments:
I know my review reads a bit like I got emotionally invested, but it wasn't like that really. It was more about how well Mona created a real "girlfriend-like" experience, the little touches that allow you to purposefully lose yourself in the illusion for a while. She's a true pro, and it'll be a sad day when she stops escorting.
Mona Moore
Country & City:
Australia/based in Sydney but tours
Date of Encounter:
June 2018
Contact Method:
monamoore@outlook.com
Internet Link?:
https://www.monamooreescort.com/about
Appointment Length & Costs:
3h GFE, 1800AUD (~148,000 YEN / ~1,328 USD)
Type/Location:
Incall
Language Notes:
English
Details of the Encounter:
Sorry if this is too long.
Now I know what you're thinking. That's an expensive escort. Even for Australian indie standards, that's up on the high end. That's what I was thinking too. But somehow, I kept coming back to her profile on Scarlet Blue, and clicking the link to her website, instead of hundreds of other choices available to me. Those pictures. That body. That hair. Those reviews. It wasn't long before I fired off an email to make an appointment.
Some on TAG may have seen a thread I started about escorts not returning emails. Communication wasn't entirely smooth. Well, when there was communication, it was smooth, friendly and nice. But there just wasn't much of it. Over the time leading up to the appointment, there was no response for long enough that I started wondering if I should make other arrangements. But those pictures. That body. That hair. Yup. I think I'll wait.
A couple of days before our arranged date, she replied saying "Sorry for the late reply, uni has been crazy." I replied that it was no problem, but inside, I was thinking "You're a university student? Yeah, right..." But her emails from then on were sweet, clear and friendly, and I started getting excited again.
The day arrives, and it's time to meet. She sends me detailed instructions on how to get to her door discreetly. It's a real nice touch as she obviously values my discretion as well as her own. By this time, I'm nervous. This isn't my first time mongering, but I'm certainly not a veteran. And I certainly haven't ever booked a provider as hot (in her pictures) or as expensive before. Still, I manage to follow her instructions to a tee, and make my way to her door like a ninja, unseen and undetected. I knock, and a few seconds later, the door opens. She's standing to the side of the door, dark green dress so tight it might as well have been bodypaint. Her eyes are glittering like gems and her smile is warm. She's definitely the girl from the pictures. Her skin is a little paler (due to it being winter perhaps), but there's no mistaking that body, those breasts virtually popping out of that bodypaint-like dress. I get a lingering hug... a first touch of the incredible body under the thin material of her dress, the smell of freshly washed and dried hair, dark and cascading down her back. She offers me a drink. "Just water, thanks." I reply, awkward and clumsy. We sit down and chat. She can tell I'm nervous, but she's as smooth as silk, chatting about unimportant things while her eyes remain intense and promising.
I take a short shower, and when I come out, she's adjusting the lighting in the room. It's perfect. Not too dark. I want to see every inch of her. She then puts on some music. I couldn't even tell you what was playing because once she sees me emerge from the bathroom, she walks toward me and plants her lips on mine, and our hands are suddenly everywhere. I get on the bed and lie back. She crawls toward me on all fours and starts alternating between rubbing her (very well enhanced) breasts over the front of my boxer-briefs. I'm getting hard. I'm also touching her all over. Gawd, that skin, that body, toned and fit and curvy. That ass, at the same time round and womanly without the slightest hint of unnecessary jiggle. This girl is perfectly in shape.
After a while, she takes me in her mouth. She licks and kisses and strokes. When she sucks, she sucks HARD. We transition to mutual. My fingers probe along with my mouth. When it feels good, her warm thighs clamp around my head and I apply a bit more pressure. I can still hear her voice, the sounds of pleasure, even though her legs are clamped around my head, slightly trembling.
Next, we do Spanish. It's my first time. But Mona's breasts are fucking perfect, and I simply cannot pass it up. We apply lube. "Squeeze them together around yourself," she says looking up at me. "Do it hard," she adds breathily, "you won't hurt me." So I do. She moves up and down to match my rhythm. I have to tell her to stop. I don't want to cum yet. We take a breather, and then we go again. I manage not to cum. It's time for the main event.
Mona gently puts a condom on me, and then asks me to roll it all the way down. I do. I ask her to go on top first. She's tight. Maybe the tightest I've ever felt. And seeing her on top of me, hearing the noises of pleasure coming out of her mouth and seeing her eyes closed and face concentrating on the feeling... it's too much for me to last long. So I put her on her back, put her legs over my shoulders and start genuinely fucking her. It doesn't take long for me to reach orgasm, and I fall onto her. She holds me tightly and kisses my neck as I come down from the high.
After this we talk. I was wrong. She definitely is a university student. I won't divulge what she's studying, but she definitely knows her stuff, and it's obvious she's actually a student. She's in her mid 20s, but she's studying part time and doing the escort thing.
Over the rest of the time, we alternate between easy, free flowing conversation, lots of laughs and lots of sex. I cum 4 more times, making a total of 5 in 3 hours. I've never done that before in my life. In between, she's affectionate, open and considerate. A GFE, not just in name... it really feels like being with an awesome, drama-free girlfriend. We go way over time, because the last time we have sex takes a while. She doesn't seem to care. I really have to work for the last one, and we're both perspiring freely. We're in standing doggy, and I'm going as hard as I can, and she's matching me, her cascading hair is sticking to her glistening back as I slap my hands onto her perfect, toned ass and grip hard as I finally cum. She also finishes with a throaty series of groans and then we collapse on top of each other. I see the time, and move to get up, but she takes my hand and pulls me down again and kisses me softly before letting me stand up. I quickly rinse off in the shower, get my clothes on, while she watches me, naked, from the bed.
"If I'm in Sydney, maybe I'll give you a call?" I say, and I mean it.
"I'd love that, please do!" she responds, face crinkling into a cute smile that makes her seem even more like a young uni student. She really is beautiful. She kisses me several more times before letting me walk out the door, her hand lingering on mine, fingers still a little entwined before she lets go and the door closes. It was just a few hours, but I know I'll be daydreaming about it for weeks.
The next day, I get an email from Mona, thanking me for seeing her, and referring to something we had talked about between sex. It's a nice touch, that lets me know she remembers what we talked about. She's good at making men feel special. She did say that she had around 1 year of escorting left, if all goes to plan. I'm sure it will, having seen how intelligent and motivated she is. I may just have to make a trip to Sydney.
Pictures/Advertisement Accurate?:
Pictures were mostly accurate.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, May Repeat.
Closing Comments:
I know my review reads a bit like I got emotionally invested, but it wasn't like that really. It was more about how well Mona created a real "girlfriend-like" experience, the little touches that allow you to purposefully lose yourself in the illusion for a while. She's a true pro, and it'll be a sad day when she stops escorting.
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