Review of Bonnie of Debbies Massage, Anerley

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A clean and cosy basement flat. The bedroom was large and comfortable, with a big round bed and a mirrored wall.

As has been reported many times, Debbie's place is friendly, relaxed, welcoming, and utterly dedicated to her guests' pleasure.

Bonnie is petite and slim, but nicely busty. She's trim, toned, fit and energetic. She has a lovely smile and flirty eyes, but if I had only one word to sum her up, I'd say "playful"

I'm not a regular, and this was my first visit to Debbie's for at least two years, but Debbie welcomed me like an old friend. She let me in the front door, got me a drink and showed me to the bedroom to wait for Bonnie.

I may have been Bonnie's first client of the day, but when she walked in, she was already busting out of some very nice black lingerie, and clearly ready for action. I opted for the ?70 house special including a shower.

We stripped and headed for the bathroom, where Bonnie gave me a very thorough and playful lathering. As well as soaping each other's obvious bits, and giving each other the kind of attention I was expecting, there was a surprise - she washed my hair.

This may not sound much of a turn on, but it was a revelation. I was kneeling in front of her, with my head pressed against her soapy body while she firmly massaged my scalp.

After a while I was completely relaxed, and really in a position to appreciate Bonnie. For starters, I realised that she has the most beautiful tummy. She's also ticklish there, I found.

Back in the bedroom, another surprise. Bonnie was massaging me, and there was some slight builders' noise from next door, so Debbie came in to fix the radio, for distraction. She couldn't turn the radio on, but she turned to me and provided other distractions. This wasn't a full-on orgy, but a bit of very welcome mutual stroking, and a very nice bonus.

After that, Debs left Bonnie to her own devices, and I have to say, I have no idea whether the noise outside continued. We were in another world.

We all want to have sex with a beautiful woman who wants us, and is really turned on by what she's doing. As South London poet William Blake said: "What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of gratified desire."

For me, Bonnie provided exactly this, and gratified my own desires very thoroughly in the process. People use the expression GFE for this - but I reckon it's more poetic the way Blake said it.

I gather Bonnie doesn't kiss on the lips, but she's clearly enthusiastic about all other oral pleasures. We engaged in oral sex and a lengthy 69 with her on top. Her pussy certainly showed lineaments of desire, and she fucked my face, while she sucked my cock expertly and subtly.

After that we were ready to fuck, but it didn't last - I came fairly quickly gazing deep into her eyes.

After we finished, there was absolutely no hurry. In fact, what happened was more like a continuation of the sex we'd been having, with Bonnie and I drinking coffee while we chatted, laughed and groped each other.

All in all, I was there for about an hour, and left feeling well satisfied. On the way out, Debs showed me her rear entrance (to the flat) which is a bit more discreet. I'm sure I'll be back soon.