A Review of Tracy:
Tracy walks in with a big smile and as our eyes lock she stutters a bit in her gait; โhave I seen you before?โ, she inquires playfully. Having my confirmation, she drapes me with a towel while already on my stomach and speaks to me about the weather. Itโs not long before her therapeutic instruments are applied to maximum effect; you feel her focus sharply as thick, intentional elbows delve deep into the upper back with a furious intensity. Thereโs an irregular timing to her technique as if a jazz drummer playing a solo. She races in kneading each muscle with the points of her elbows so acutely that a less experienced patron would waive the white flag in searing pain.
Just as I survive the first wave, a sudden change; as if I were a horse, she mounts me skillfully, landing squarely and lightly on the lower small of my back. If she had a lead line, sheโd stear me to a trot, but instead gingerly slides deeper, her tailbone cresting deep into my back. Itโs clear to me that itโs her labia protruding through leggings pressing deeply into my spine. She moves her hips around a bit, perhaps for a sneaking pleasure. Thereโs pressure building, and as I begin to localize itโs source, it occurs to me; Iโm being Xenia Onatopped! Using the inside of her thighs, Tracy begins to slowly squeeze my hips in a manner Iโve never experienced before, particularly because of its application from behind in a mounted position. Itโs delightful, and I donโt want it to end, and she humours me for some time.
A finger down my spine maintains contact and signals sheโs still with me while slowly raising her bum completely off my body. The towel separating us is pulled clean off of me much earlier than usual, and as the finger slips off my bottom, a bare foot steps firmly onto my bum. Now two feet command my entire back, with timed pressure driving me absolutely crazy with pleasure and pain. Tracy moves with the intent of a mild sadist bent on therapy and a sense of dominance as she traverses my muscles with an ease that suggests Iโm nothing but a little boy under her attention. Iโm ok with that, I say to myself. The back-walking goes on for at least ten minutes, and she transitions to more traditional massage, focusing heavily on the shoulders, and neck. Im particularly appreciative of the level of attention and technique she employs around the neck; that warm fist to transition of the palm is delightful. Sheโs not afraid to grab.
The transition to the legs are jarring, and this is where things progress a little quicker than Iโm usually used to. Her focus on the legs are effective, but they donโt receive as much inside attention as I would like. Eventually the tease comes, but the hands brush up and down the buttocks in vague motions that feel less intentional and more about going through scripted motions. Before long Iโm asked to flip over, and without any thought of a tease she works my member. Im grateful for everything that came before, and so she could have asked me to leave without anything else and that wouldโve been good enough for a worthy tip. Instead she leans into me and makes girlfriend sounds, pulling for a finish. Iโm spent in more ways than one, wiped down and sent in shambles for what is sure to be a deep sleep.