So, another visit to the sweet treats at the Candy Shop, and once again, a journey to distant lands and wandering through the Kazakh steppes. However, let me assure you right from the start, it was anything but dry this time. But let’s take it step by step. Booking via WhatsApp was smooth as usual, and at the appointed hour, I headed to “Maislovka” and then down the stairs to the bar. A shot of liquor to get the blood flowing, and there was Regina, chirping somewhere below me (she’s really petite and tiny), eager to take me to the room. I didn’t need much convincing and followed her, guided by her beautifully swaying small, firm backside in a tight black mini dress. Yes, even at this point, there was a pleasant erotic undertone. Knowing the environment well, I didn’t even need the usual “watch your step” warning. As soon as we were in private, I asked Regina if I could unwrap her myself, as that’s my preference. She was momentarily taken aback but then let me explain what exactly I wanted. Once she understood, she visibly relaxed. I do wonder what kind of kink she imagined when I said “unwrap.”
A little general aside: I’ve had repeated experiences with girls from Kazakhstan, and they are set up as erotic masseuses to accommodate the client as best as possible. They are very caring, attentive, seemingly shy, and demure at first. I can’t say it doesn’t feel good, but sometimes I also enjoy giving and appreciate when a lady knows how to enjoy herself too. I mostly experience this with Ukrainian girls, who often have that raw, primal allure that you can see in their eyes from the start. I’m not imposing this opinion on anyone; it’s purely the result of my personal sociological research through experience. And exceptions prove the rule.
But back to Regina. In line with what I’ve written, the unwrapping and subsequent shower were done according to the client’s wishes, which was also my wish, albeit without much personal initiative. Her figure is perfect for my taste—a pocket-sized delight, just the way I like it. In the shower, I was quite reserved with her until she knelt in front of me and began gently washing me from below. At that moment, an erotic fantasy popped into my head, which can only be described as “maid defilement.” From then on, the whole experience took on an unexpected intensity for me. I went from calm to full arousal instantly, which made Regina look up at me in surprise, wondering what had happened :). We didn’t linger in the shower for long, and with my eager companion, I led her to the futon rather than the other way around, taking control of the situation myself. I asked her to lie on her back, saying that I would first make her feel good and then pay extra for a “pussycat.” In the spirit of the role I had assigned her, she shyly agreed but kept her legs modestly together. She only spread them wide after my explicit request, with a genuine blush on her face. A wonderfully erotic moment. My excitement was at its peak. I knelt between her legs, taking them one by one and massaging them without oil from the tips of her toes, over her calves, and the inner thighs to her slowly parting lips. She began to moan softly and convincingly, closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and finally relaxed a bit. A signal for me to start my favorite activity. But alas, after a while, I encountered a problem that had happened a few days earlier with Karolína. It was as if I hit a mental block, or whatever you want to call it, and Regina wasn’t cooperating with me. This time, though, I didn’t want to give up. I was driven by my fantasy and firmly determined to claim my sweet reward in the form of her orgasm. Fortunately, I discovered her weak spot (which I won’t reveal), and her defenses began to crumble, and I sensed we were on the brink. It seemed like Regina realized it later than I did, and at the last moment, she tried to gently wriggle out of it, but I didn’t let her go, and then it beautifully happened. She squeezed my head between her thighs so tightly that I couldn’t catch my breath, and it took quite a while before she fully relaxed. Magnificent. I should have let her finish me off at that moment. Unfortunately, I have it ingrained that climax comes at the end, but in this case, it was a mistake. We lay quietly next to each other for a while, and Regina apologized as if she had done something wrong. It was quite endearing.
When I assured her that everything was perfectly fine, I rolled onto my stomach and let her take care of me. My excitement gradually waned and didn’t reignite even when she turned me onto my back. She diligently tried to bring the stubborn guy below back to life until I started feeling sorry for her, so I moved her into a 69 position, which is a surefire way for me. And so, with my head once again buried in her lap, she skillfully brought me to climax with her hands. She wasn’t in a rush, let everything settle, and only then gently slipped away, carefully wiped everything clean, and lay down again at a proper distance beside me. When asked if everything was alright and if I was satisfied, there was no other answer but yes.
The final shower was purely for cleansing, and as I was leaving, her assurance that she would be very happy if I came back someday, accompanied by a kiss on both cheeks, only underscored the overall atmosphere of this “fantasy” encounter from my side. When she said it, I was sure I wouldn’t return, as that moment couldn’t likely be replicated. But as I write this now, I’m not so sure anymore.
A 90-minute body-to-body massage plus pussycat for 3,300 CZK
