I saw Miley @ Maximum and left her with a huge smile on her face – as she watched Brad GO AWAY!!!!!!
Yep, Brad has to report ‘it was a bust’. Brad has heard worse stories, but this was so little chemistry it was like it was when we all actually did skip chemistry class. But Brad's a bastard, oops I meant Brad's a fair bastard, so I stress it was a case of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Unfortunately Brad might have supplied the ugly, if you ask Miley. But we all know beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and clearly Miley is frakkin’ blind. But in honour of not sugar coating Sir Pittster, I'm gonna presume that Miley fuckin hates me, and thus here is a link to the Puddle of Mud song ‘She [fuckin] Hates Me’. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIeJTef8xQc
Yeah baby, she fuckin hates me, trust, she fuckin hates me, la la la laaaa….
So Brad knocks on Maximum’s downtown condo door. Shuffle shuffle shuffle silence. More silence. OK Brad, says libido, open the freakin’ door and see what happens. Door creeps open and there is Miley. Wow, she’s HOT. But Miley appeared to suspect Brad might have the Ebola virus. The only way Brad was getting a welcoming kiss is if my lips could stretch across vast open spaces of what the fuck is going on. Scene-cut to mirror-less room. There’s some chit chat that made totally inconsequential chit chat seem like discussing world peace. Smooth move #1: Brad tells Miley she is H.O.T hot. Miley tells Brad that she was hesitant to open the door because she thought Brad was someone she knew. Well, deary, I’m Brad fucking Pitt, I’m in all of the frakkin' papers. But anyway, it’s just a resemblance, not an actual ‘oh, we do know each other’. Smooth move #2: ‘is this fella good looking?’ Miley says ‘I’d do him’. OK, maybe this is gonna work out after all. Shower and scene-cut to the business end of things.
The Good: Miley. Hot. They're synonyms. She’s like a tall, bodacious hour-glass figured woman shrunk down into a girl’s 5’3” spinner’s body. Perfect boobs (B cups, but just a great shape). Soft skin. A booty with curve and tone. Cute looking. A devilish smile. Nice eyes. Coming out of the shower she did the whole bite her lip and raise her eyebrow thingy and it was very enticing. Brad moves in slow for a kiss and . . . where did that wall come from? I hadn’t noticed it there before. Oh, it’s Miley’s lips, they’re fused together. How the fuck can she breath? But Brad’s a big boy and no kissing can mean many things, so on to greener pastures. First, Brad used his hands to map out Miley’s body. Yum yum yum eyes gots to get me some. Next, a BBBJ from several increasingly innovative angles, followed by dessert (DATY, Digits). Cover on, Mish engaged, and Miley was quite seductive in wrapping those surprisingly long legs around Brad, and quite generous in the noises. Though I did think some noises might have meant Brad was going a bit deep, so I played it safe and shifted gears. I went deeper, take that bitch. Aaaah, only kidding! Into CG we go and, while having Miley’s awesome tits ‘at hand’ rocked, I thought she was a bit mechanical. Maybe it wasn’t helped by no kissing. But then . . . stuff got interesting. Miley had me close to finishing, and I wanted her to slow down. Something clicked. The kinky Miley arrived. Her eyes opened. She smiles at me. Devilish smile. She’s taking me in at different depths and speeds, teasing me, taking me close and then holding off to tease me, devilish smile all the way. Therein followed some erotic positions I actually can’t name and could not even find on the sexinfo101.com site, but which involved getting Miley on her tummy and on her side and basically getting up a mutual sweat as Brad went as deep as she could take. Hence did not get to test for CIM (and did not ask about Greek).
The Bad: there are three issues here, two of which Maximum (Justin) resolved after I sent them a PM. Issue #1: Miley rushed me out. Or tried to. She gave me the time is running out speech, which I said seemed off, and asked for and received a massage. Some rather strained conversation accompanied the supposed massage (‘til I showered just before time was up according to me). Miley’s view: get out Brad, time’s up. Brad’s view: time is not up, what the fuck? Maximum’s answer: an error was made on Maximum/Miley’s end, sorry Brad, we rushed you out early (offer of a discount next time). Issue #2: when I did go to leave, Miley opens the bedroom door – which opens into the condo - and it was like wild animals scurrying from the light. I believe I’ve now seen Maya, but I would prefer more discretion at an incall. Maximum’s answer: sometimes little booboos happen with clients-SPs seeing each other at incalls. Fair enough. Issue #3: no kissing. Brad took one for the team. Brad swallowed his pride - a small gulp really - and asked Miley if no kissing was the norm for her. She said yes. No idea if that is true or not, Brad’s just reporting what was said. All Brad really knows is that Brad has never had an SP not kiss him. For context, Sir Pittster is actually decent looking, all well-built and shit, and yeah teeth were brushed etc. Go figure.
Take home lesson: Maximum said Miley borders on PSE, and I will say I can see Justin's point. There is definitely a kinky side to Miley. Dudes: work on bringing out that side and I suspect you'll have a pretty good time. But for Brad, a real PSE would not be so touchy on the YMMV regarding kissing (remember, though, she said NO kissing). But I’m hazarding a guess that Miley felt awkward around me for some reason, as there was a definite sea-change in her attitude and some kinky stuff came out eventually. But the no kissing thing, and the clock watching (again, resulting from an error, but I still 'lived it'), probably killed it for Brad. But there is alot of potential there so I conclude ignore Brad’s bust and go there. It could have just been the thing we all refer to as chemistry? But how boring is it to fob off a bust to no chemistry? Brad is biting the bullet on this one and liberally (and selectively) quoting from Puddle of Mud to say:
“Met a girl, thought she was grand . . .
after that shit got sour . . .
she fuckin hates me, trust, she fuckin hates me, la la la laaaa….”
Hobby away and tell people about it.
Yep, Brad has to report ‘it was a bust’. Brad has heard worse stories, but this was so little chemistry it was like it was when we all actually did skip chemistry class. But Brad's a bastard, oops I meant Brad's a fair bastard, so I stress it was a case of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Unfortunately Brad might have supplied the ugly, if you ask Miley. But we all know beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and clearly Miley is frakkin’ blind. But in honour of not sugar coating Sir Pittster, I'm gonna presume that Miley fuckin hates me, and thus here is a link to the Puddle of Mud song ‘She [fuckin] Hates Me’. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIeJTef8xQc
Yeah baby, she fuckin hates me, trust, she fuckin hates me, la la la laaaa….
So Brad knocks on Maximum’s downtown condo door. Shuffle shuffle shuffle silence. More silence. OK Brad, says libido, open the freakin’ door and see what happens. Door creeps open and there is Miley. Wow, she’s HOT. But Miley appeared to suspect Brad might have the Ebola virus. The only way Brad was getting a welcoming kiss is if my lips could stretch across vast open spaces of what the fuck is going on. Scene-cut to mirror-less room. There’s some chit chat that made totally inconsequential chit chat seem like discussing world peace. Smooth move #1: Brad tells Miley she is H.O.T hot. Miley tells Brad that she was hesitant to open the door because she thought Brad was someone she knew. Well, deary, I’m Brad fucking Pitt, I’m in all of the frakkin' papers. But anyway, it’s just a resemblance, not an actual ‘oh, we do know each other’. Smooth move #2: ‘is this fella good looking?’ Miley says ‘I’d do him’. OK, maybe this is gonna work out after all. Shower and scene-cut to the business end of things.
The Good: Miley. Hot. They're synonyms. She’s like a tall, bodacious hour-glass figured woman shrunk down into a girl’s 5’3” spinner’s body. Perfect boobs (B cups, but just a great shape). Soft skin. A booty with curve and tone. Cute looking. A devilish smile. Nice eyes. Coming out of the shower she did the whole bite her lip and raise her eyebrow thingy and it was very enticing. Brad moves in slow for a kiss and . . . where did that wall come from? I hadn’t noticed it there before. Oh, it’s Miley’s lips, they’re fused together. How the fuck can she breath? But Brad’s a big boy and no kissing can mean many things, so on to greener pastures. First, Brad used his hands to map out Miley’s body. Yum yum yum eyes gots to get me some. Next, a BBBJ from several increasingly innovative angles, followed by dessert (DATY, Digits). Cover on, Mish engaged, and Miley was quite seductive in wrapping those surprisingly long legs around Brad, and quite generous in the noises. Though I did think some noises might have meant Brad was going a bit deep, so I played it safe and shifted gears. I went deeper, take that bitch. Aaaah, only kidding! Into CG we go and, while having Miley’s awesome tits ‘at hand’ rocked, I thought she was a bit mechanical. Maybe it wasn’t helped by no kissing. But then . . . stuff got interesting. Miley had me close to finishing, and I wanted her to slow down. Something clicked. The kinky Miley arrived. Her eyes opened. She smiles at me. Devilish smile. She’s taking me in at different depths and speeds, teasing me, taking me close and then holding off to tease me, devilish smile all the way. Therein followed some erotic positions I actually can’t name and could not even find on the sexinfo101.com site, but which involved getting Miley on her tummy and on her side and basically getting up a mutual sweat as Brad went as deep as she could take. Hence did not get to test for CIM (and did not ask about Greek).
The Bad: there are three issues here, two of which Maximum (Justin) resolved after I sent them a PM. Issue #1: Miley rushed me out. Or tried to. She gave me the time is running out speech, which I said seemed off, and asked for and received a massage. Some rather strained conversation accompanied the supposed massage (‘til I showered just before time was up according to me). Miley’s view: get out Brad, time’s up. Brad’s view: time is not up, what the fuck? Maximum’s answer: an error was made on Maximum/Miley’s end, sorry Brad, we rushed you out early (offer of a discount next time). Issue #2: when I did go to leave, Miley opens the bedroom door – which opens into the condo - and it was like wild animals scurrying from the light. I believe I’ve now seen Maya, but I would prefer more discretion at an incall. Maximum’s answer: sometimes little booboos happen with clients-SPs seeing each other at incalls. Fair enough. Issue #3: no kissing. Brad took one for the team. Brad swallowed his pride - a small gulp really - and asked Miley if no kissing was the norm for her. She said yes. No idea if that is true or not, Brad’s just reporting what was said. All Brad really knows is that Brad has never had an SP not kiss him. For context, Sir Pittster is actually decent looking, all well-built and shit, and yeah teeth were brushed etc. Go figure.
Take home lesson: Maximum said Miley borders on PSE, and I will say I can see Justin's point. There is definitely a kinky side to Miley. Dudes: work on bringing out that side and I suspect you'll have a pretty good time. But for Brad, a real PSE would not be so touchy on the YMMV regarding kissing (remember, though, she said NO kissing). But I’m hazarding a guess that Miley felt awkward around me for some reason, as there was a definite sea-change in her attitude and some kinky stuff came out eventually. But the no kissing thing, and the clock watching (again, resulting from an error, but I still 'lived it'), probably killed it for Brad. But there is alot of potential there so I conclude ignore Brad’s bust and go there. It could have just been the thing we all refer to as chemistry? But how boring is it to fob off a bust to no chemistry? Brad is biting the bullet on this one and liberally (and selectively) quoting from Puddle of Mud to say:
“Met a girl, thought she was grand . . .
after that shit got sour . . .
she fuckin hates me, trust, she fuckin hates me, la la la laaaa….”
Hobby away and tell people about it.
How about "Hi, I'm Tiger, stroke me".
