Outside The Spa with Allyssa - SL
Chapter 1: Convincing Her
I didn’t write any reviews about my last four visits to Manhattan to spend time with Allyssa These visits were fairly typical. I visited the spa 3 or 4 times, she spent the night with me at my hotel after her last appointment, we drank wine, vaped cannabis, talked, laughed, and fucked that night and the next morning, and I got her back to work - usually by 10AM, but sometimes around noon. Rinse and repeat.
The stories about what happens outside the spa with massage parlor workers is a topic that seems to be rarely discussed on this website and I understand why most people choose to keep these encounters discreet. But I happen to be in a unique and willing position to discuss this topic out in the open. I’m sure the readers of this post and those that have been following my series on Alyssa will come to understand why I came to the decision to share it all. I will explain everything, in due time.
Allyssa told me that I can say anything I want to say about her on the Internet. I’ll quote her here: “I don’t care what anyone says about me on the Internet. I’m only curious what they say.” She told me this with a big smirk on her face sometime last Fall.
So let me tell you guys the story about how I convinced Allyssa, one of the most popular sex workers in Manhattan, to start hanging out with me away from the spa.
In total we’ve spent 23 nights together since September 2023. I was keeping count. And I was even able to convince her on 5 occasions to take days off work and spend them with me so I didn’t have to visit the spa at all.
The first time we ever hung out, she got a call from one of her many ‘boyfriends’ right before we were heading out of the hotel. Some Chinese guy. Big round face, balding, looked older based on the photo that kept popping up on her iPhone. Maybe one of you reading this?...
The SL schedule had just posted on twitter and she wasn’t on it and her phone started lighting up immediately. She looked at me as we were both staring at her phone ringing over and over as we got dressed after a little morning fun, and she said “I bet you want to know who that is,” with a big smirk on her face. I just smiled, because I pretty much knew who it was…
As he immediately called her back, she muted the call and we were on our way.
She could have answered the call if she wanted. I never cared if she texted her boyfriends around me. She definitely did it because I was often lying beside her watching her text people inside and outside the spa. In fact, I have a funny story from Christmas Day regarding that very subject, but that’s for another chapter.
Allyssa and I celebrated our birthdays and several holidays together away from the spa as well. After 4PM on Christmas Eve she met me and stayed with me the entirety of Christmas Day before returning to work on the morning of the 26th. We Spent NYE together as well, and the full story about how all that came together is somewhat entertaining. More to come.
I also visited a week prior to Christmas and she took a few hours off, 5-8PM, and went out to dinner with me and afterward we took photos around Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree.
She was probably willing to spend those holidays with me because: 1. The spa is not that busy, and 2. I was willing to pay her. But I didn’t always pay her extra. Only about ~30% of the time.
I have over 300 photos of us doing things together outside the spa. So I’ve got plenty of receipts to prove I’m not lying. We even went full on “tourist mode” and let a street artist draw us in Times Square. Her idea. I keep the one and only original stored inside my concert poster portfolio. It’s around the same size. I also have 36 hours of video that we shot together inside the spa. Some scenes with 3 angles. One time when we went to shower we accidentally left the door open with the cameras setup. Oops. No one noticed, but Wawa did walk right by.
Needless to say, due to her popularity and work ethic, I knew it would be hard to get her to take time off work. But I saw this as a challenge, and one that I accepted - and eventually conquered.
As I said in prior reviews, by the time I met her she had been around for a while with hundreds of reviews on TER, so I knew it wouldn’t be easy to get her to go out with me. Surely, she has dozens of boyfriends and guys wanting to hang out with her by now, I thought, so how can I convince her to take time off and go out with me, or to spend time with me while she is on her breaks? How do I stand out?
These are questions I pondered, because I knew from the moment I met her that I really liked her. I liked the way she made me feel just by being in her presence, and there’s just no substitute for that feeling. I’ve had sex with hundreds of beautiful Asian sex workers and she was one of the few that kept my attention long after I left the spa.
That being said, I never considered us to be dating or anything other than just friends. I played along with her “falling in love with you” nonsense at first, because it was fun, and that’s what sex workers do, but never took her seriously, and eventually I had to forgive her for several pretty serious lies that were completely unnecessary for her to tell. After all, I was paying her - she obviously wasn’t my girlfriend - and I’ve been consistent in saying that time-and-time again since I started writing about her on this forum early this year, but sometimes the lines were blurred.
After the first 6 months of near non-stop chatting, I did consider the friendship genuine and mutual. She changed my outlook on life in a positive way overall, so I don’t have any regrets about the time or money that I spent on her. Her friendship was important to me, but unfortunately, I made the mistake of becoming too reliant on her presence in my life.
If you’ve read Harry Potter, you’ll remember how dementors made the characters feel sad and depressed when in their proximity. She was the antithesis to a dementor. Just her presence alone made me beam with joy. No one else’s physical presence ever made me feel that way. It wasn’t the sex that drew me to her, it was that particular feeling: a sensation, a vibration, an aura, something I don’t even know how to describe. I read this forum frequently. I know who the popular providers are. There were so many women available for me to choose to spend my hard-earned money on, yet I continued to choose her, time-after-time.
All because of that feeling.
How do you get rid of the dementors? With a “Patronus” of course. In her presence, my Patronus would have taken the corporeal form of a tiny bird. A little swallow. But that tiny bird had the power to tackle every giant dementor in sight.
To give a little more backstory, shortly after meeting, Allyssa and I talked frequently, especially after the SL scheduling incident I referred to in my first review that jump started our friendship. Throughout the day when she wasn’t busy at work and even when she was on her monthly break, we were often chatting. She initiated our conversations at least 85% of the time. That’s one reason I liked her so much. She initiated. Every day. I rarely had to text her first.
For nearly a year, when she was done with a customer, she would send me a text “the hustle is over.” When she was about to have a date with a customer, she’d send me “I’m busy baby.” I’d guess on the average day we would send each over 100 messages on WeChat, and sometimes far more than that. It was pretty common for us to chat for over an hour and sometimes even two or three hours at a time without a break. Even if she has clients until 2AM after an 18 hour shift, she would still come to say good night and chat for a few minutes. But I’d always tell her it was too late and she needed to rest. I appreciated the consistency, though. It’s a big part of the reason why I kept coming back to see her. I really didn’t care that she was doing the same thing with 10 other guys. I just wanted to be one of them.
For a while she was my alarm clock every morning. That’s how consistent she could be. She did this practically every day for nearly a year. As I just said, it was common for us to have conversations and discussions about life and other things for hours at a time. We talked.. a lot. It was amazing getting to know her. Those were some of the most interesting conversations I’ve ever had with another human and several of the stories from her childhood touched me deeply, reminding me of stories my late grandmother told me about her own childhood. In fact, her grandfather and my grandmother both share a very interesting date on the calendar…
Allyssa even told me about many of her customers. She often showed me text messages others had sent her and even showed me some photos of her with Mr VIP himself lol. I like your black leather jacket ;). I’ve seen photos of her and Fairy out with some Arab/Indian guys. I could list dozens of examples. But no worries guys, I don’t care anything about you lol. To be frank, I just find the life of a sex worker fascinating.
If she shared all this stuff with me, I can only imagine what she’s shared with her other boyfriends about me, but I really don’t care.
Anyways, on with this story… I was tired of visiting her at the spa by late June of last year. I really didn’t like going to the spa because of past scheduling issues and I didn’t want to give Wawa any more of my money than I had to. But I had no problem paying Allyssa.
I spent over 10k visiting Allyssa at the spa in the first few months of 2023 to get her attention early on. Sex workers love money more than anything else and I was right; my frequent visits commanded her attention. Overall, I spent about 60k in the last 18 months visiting her, but much of that is costs associated with travel rather than money directly in her pocket. I probably spent less then 2k on women other than her in that same time period.
Then I popped the question… (no, not that question… lol — that’s a story for another time)
I told her that I wanted to hang out with her away from the spa, to go out to dinners, to go on vacations and adventures, and to just spend more time with her outside the spa and I made it very clear to her that I was willing to compensate her. I offered her $2000 if she would agree to spend two nights with me, and take a day off work, before returning to work the morning of the third day. So, for example, she would meet me after her last appointment on Monday and we would spend the entire day together on Tuesday and I would walk or uber her to work on Wednesday morning.
It took a little bit of convincing her to do it at first, but eventually she relented and from that point forward there was only one time that I came to NYC that she didn’t spend at least one night with me at my hotel, and she never asked me for a dime extra beyond what I paid visiting the spa.
It was late July of last year that I told her if she didn’t agree to take a day off work and spend a couple of nights with me on my next trip that I would stop coming to visit her at the spa. With little hesitation, at that point, she finally agreed and thankfully, she didn’t back out at the last minute. From then on, when she agreed to do something with me and made me a promise, she never backed out. She never cancelled; nothing unexpectedly came up. She showed up.
Our first date together away from the spa was the only time I ever paid her full price. I bought her a $2700 LV bag, and she bought me a $500 wallet because the bag she wanted was over the budget. She made this choice. I wasn’t like “this is over budget. Buy me something.” She just decided to do it on her own. It was an incredibly kind gesture from my perspective, and I’ll carry that wallet in my pocket until it falls apart lol. When she tried to buy me the wallet, her credit card declined, so we went back to the spa for her to get cash.
We walked to SL, but I didn’t go inside, obviously. But in the 5 minutes she was upstairs, something happened. I still don’t know why her attitude changed in those 5 minutes, but to this day I think Wawa probably said something to her that pissed her off.
After we got back to the store, and I finally found the perfect wallet, she grabbed it and handed it to the salesperson. I have video of her standing at the counter about to pay for it, and she can barely see over the counter.. Shorty lol.
I’ll never forget the look on the sales clerk’s face as this tiny and beautiful Chinese woman is buying something for me. CLASSIC role reversal. After that, I rarely paid her for overnights when she came to my hotel after work. However, when I asked her to take days off work or during her personal time off, I always offered to pay her because I knew she was netting 1500-2500k or more on the average day, and I knew she wasn’t gonna be willing to just give that money up. To expect her to do something like that would be idiotic.
Honestly, I just wanted her to agree. I hate disagreements, so I never tried to low-ball her. She told me that some other clients tried to low-ball her for outside dates. I never did, and she never tried to take advantage of me financially. As you’ll discover in future chapters, she handed me money back on several occasions. But at the spa I (almost always) paid full price. However, I was often given an extra 30-45 minutes for free when it wasn’t busy and I ate with her in the kitchen more times than I can count after sessions. I’ve got jars of Lao Gan Ma chili and soybean oil in my pantry because of her. Shit’s delicious! I even planted a perennial Sichuan pepper plant in my garden last fall in her honor.
I felt that my offer to pay her 2k for taking a day off work was pretty fair. She gets paid. She doesn’t have to fuck 12 guys and stay stuck inside the spa all day. She gets to eat delicious food, walk around the city, get some fresh air and just have a good time with a guy that genuinely likes being around her and cares about her. I thought it was a pretty good deal for the both of us. I was gonna spend that money at the spa anyway. I got way more bang for my buck and time with her with this kind of arrangement.
She’s on the Mount Rushmore of Manhattan Whores for a reason. She’s one of the best and she always will be. I wish her nothing but success in life, but as I told her in one of our first ever chats, “these relationships are temporary,” and as usual, I was right, but I am grateful for the time we were able to spend together.
I’ve got 100s of pages of material in my journal that I wrote in every day, so there are more stories about outside the spa experiences to come. I’ve got some wild ones.
And Daisy, you will always occupy a warm space in my heart. Your kindness was beyond measure. I will miss you dearly. I’m sorry I won’t be bringing you an Americano, no milk, no sugar anymore. I hope someone else will pick up the slack for me.
Chapter 2: Our First Date Outside the Spa
September 2023
I was exhausted from lack of sleep and travel, but very excited when I arrived in Manhattan. I went out to buy some supplies, took a nap, ate some delicious tacos, and I even considered going to NYAF or PPC because I was super horny, but Allyssa was supposed to meet me after work and I wanted to save my “milk” for her pussy. I didn’t masturbate for 4 days before my arrival, and all I could think about was giving her the biggest creampie of the century. I had been taking the “Holy Grail Cum Stack” line of vitamins for several weeks, and I was poised to deliver the mother load.
I wanted to go to the spa to visit her during the daytime, but she didn’t want Wawa to know I was in town or about our arrangement. I certainly wanted her to know I was taking out her 'house girl' after the blatant disrespect she showed me time-and-time again, but Allyssa didn’t want her to know, and I understood, so I respected her wishes and kept our time together on the low.
I knew the anticipation of our first night spent together was going to be pretty surreal; plus the secrecy of it all was also quite erotic, so I refrained from visiting another spa and waited patiently for my turn.
I was giddy at the thought of finally sharing a meal at a restaurant, navigating the city's maze of streets, and simply spending time together outside the claustrophobic confines of her room or the kitchen at SL.
Selfishly I hoped she would leave work around 8 or 9pm because she was texting me and wasn’t busy at that time, but I went to pick her up from the spa around 10:30. I asked her to leave, and she had agreed to leave by 10pm, but she got a customer around 9:45, so I was forced to wait a little longer. I wasn’t too happy about it, but I didn’t let it ruin my mood either.
At that point I was just happy that she didn’t cancel; that something didn’t come up. All day long, I felt like something was going to come up and she was gonna back out. And for some reason, maybe it was all in my head or she was just busier than usual, but she seemed a little distant that day. And that feeling didn’t help my anxiety at all. But when she finally sent me the text telling me she was ready, I was there to pick her up in under 10 minutes.
This is the night that I met LingLing. They walked down together and when I met them, they were standing by the Sephora waiting for a car to pick up LingLing and take her back to Flushing. I remember thinking to myself that LingLing was very pretty, but I was happy the woman about to be holding my hand as we walked through Times Square was Allyssa.
And that’s what we did. Her purse on my shoulder. Her fingers interwoven with mine. We walked around and just absorbed the scene. She was wearing her black and white Gucci sweater with her Jordans (and somehow not burning up. I was sweating in short sleeves) and I vividly remember looking at her in the presence of all these other people and realizing just how tiny she is. I was paying close attention to my surroundings and I don’t think I spotted another person out that night that was as tiny as her.
Leading up to this date, I didn’t discuss it too much with her. On the inside, I was totally giddy about it, but I didn’t want to seem too excited, being afraid that my eagerness and excitement was a turnoff. I was also afraid to bring the topic up too much for fear that she would use it as an opportunity to cancel, so for the 3 weeks that separated us between my trips after the ultimatum was issued, we talked every day like usual, but not about our upcoming time together. I brought it up once or twice and each time I brought it up, it gave me anxiety awaiting her reply.
I try not to put myself in situations that trigger my anxiety. I do suffer from some mild symptoms of autism as well, and so sometimes when things change abruptly or seem out of place, my mood can be altered quickly. I am very high-functioning in this regard and over time I’ve learned how to hide it in most situations unless I get very annoyed or upset. Generally I’m very in-tune to people’s patterns and small changes in the ways they behave, sometimes even hyper-aware, and due to her constant presence in my life, I was very in tune to even subtle shifts in her behavior and mood. And she was also very in tune to mine.
Allyssa knows about the autism. She knows I’m kinda sensitive. In fact, it was her that brought up the topic of my sensitivities before I ever told her about them. She recognized them without me saying a word. She said to me one day in May 2023 that “You’re a very sensitive and insecure boy.”
This statement actually endeared me to her even more because she noticed. She sensed it before I ever told her.
It was also around this time that I cried in her arms for over 10 minutes in the spa telling her about a serious medical issue I had earlier in the year that nearly turned my life upside down. She was crying too. And in that moment a floodgate opened and I told her about the autism and other things about my life. I told her things about me that I have never told another human.
Although we didn’t put it in writing at any point, I made it clear to her very early on that I wanted to talk to her every day. I wanted her to include me in her life by sharing her day with me and telling me about her life. And in return I would visit her exclusively at the spa. Again, this wasn’t iron-clad, but it was known. It was later on that I told her I wanted to spend time with her away from the spa and even told her in December of last year how happy I was with the state of our arrangement because she had been spending way more time with me than I ever expected her to. I was thrilled with the way things were going at that point.
She even agreed to spend Christmas with me instead of going to the casino with Wawa, and seemed thrilled about it, agreeing with practically no hesitation when I casually brought it up. In fact, it took me by surprise. I was kinda joking when I mentioned it. I hadn’t even made a reservation for a train or a room, thinking she surely wouldn’t agree to spend several days with me at Christmas, but she was totally on board with it.
Communicate with me, be honest with me, and spend a little time with me away from the spa. That’s all I wanted and needed from her. Anything extra was just icing on the cake.
Often times she genuinely tried to cater to my needs and sensitivities. We definitely had a few disagreements, and a few serious fights, but almost every time we had a serious fight, it was because I thought she was insensitive towards me and she almost always fessed up and apologized to me. But I was also in the wrong a few times and I always apologized to her as well.
Early on in our arrangement she was very reassuring, but as time went on, especially in the final few months, it seemed like she began to care about it less. In July of last year, shortly before I asked her about spending time outside the spa with me, I asked her if she was getting tired of me in her life. Sometimes, I felt that I was asking for too much from a sex worker. Often times, I would say to her “I ask too much of you.”
I told her I would step away if she wanted me to because I didn’t want to be a burden, and I was feeling increasingly reliant on her and had developed an attachment and expectation of her having a presence in my life. It was something raw, new, and exciting. Not the same old stale and boring friendships I’ve known my whole life. And to be quite frank, no woman that I’ve had sex with had ever given me this much attention, no civvie, no sex worker, and especially not anyone as beautiful as her, so that contributed to my “obsession” as well. She said to me “Baby, you will never be a burden to me. You never bother me. I love you.”
It was moments like this that made me feel like the friendship was genuine despite me being a paying customer. In hindsight, it was a mistake to feel that way.
When I went out for supplies on that early September day, I bought a 6 pack of Blue Moon, two bottles of my favorite wine, and lots of snacks. I also bought her a new toothbrush and before I left my house, I packed her some warm and comfy clothes to wear around the room. In fact, you’ll see a common theme in future chapters. I bought a lot of new toothbrushes.
When we got to the room we started talking and drinking beer and wine. There were so many mysteries surrounding this woman and I wanted to unlock access to every layer. I wanted to know her completely inside and out and I was totally honest with her about this desire. She knew I wanted to know everything. I was blunt and honest about it. And the more time we spent together, the more depth and detail she was willing to share.
I told her I wanted to write her biography that night. I remember this vividly because she didn’t know what the word “biography” meant, so after a couple of tries with the translator, I explained it to her and she quickly scoffed and said her life was uninteresting, but that she was flattered that I would want to write her life’s story. And I did genuinely want to write it. Not just the sex worker side of it either.
I know the ‘how and why’ she got into this business, at what age, work she was doing in China before coming to the US. She’s told me many stories about her life and her childhood, but I would still need more stories to write an accurate biography. So unfortunately, I don’t think it’ll ever happen.
I vehemently disagreed with her about her “uninteresting” life. And we joked back and forth about this topic for a while that night.
I remember feeling that we were really building a friendship and a bond in these moments. Her openness and candor was unlike conversations we had at the spa and even through text. She seemed to really be letting me in, and this thrilled me because it was exactly what I had been longing for.
After a few drinks, and lots of talking, I deposited 4 days worth of cum inside her. She grabs a tissue and wiped off the leakage from the outside of her pussy, but never went to the shower to wash it out, so my cum stayed inside her all night.
She has a cute habit in every hotel bed that we’ve slept in: she hates the bed sheets tucked in tight. The first thing she did every night was untuck the sheets and steal all the covers. Her body produces heat like a steam engine. I can cuddle up with her for about 10 minutes body to body, and then we gotta separate or at the very least have a sheet between us.
When we woke up the next morning, she embraced me with a huge hug and then she stuck a finger inside her pussy and smelled her finger. She said she forgot to wash out her pussy last night and that sometimes this can lead to bacterial infections. She smelled her finger first, then moved her hand towards my nose to let me smell it, and it wasn’t unpleasant so we shrugged our shoulders and went back to cuddling.
Soon after, she slid her hand down my chest to get a feel for my morning wood and gently stroked my cock for a few minutes while her head rested on my chest, before hopping on top and riding me ACG until I deposited another load inside her.
This is what I loved the most about sleeping with her. Just the warmth of her body beside me in the morning was enough of an endorphin boost to cure a planet’s worth of depression. And instead of me having to grab my own cock, she did it for me. Bliss, I tell you. Bliss.
I know she drinks hot water every morning, so before she got into the shower, I poured her a cup of hot water. I did this every morning that we woke up together. All 23 times. The first thing I did, sometimes even before she woke up, was to get her hot water ready. I always wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible.
Once we were both showered and dressed, that’s when I checked the twitter schedule at Shangrila for the day. I was just curious if they would keep her on the schedule or not, but they didn’t. She wasn’t on it, and I kid you not, minutes after it was released is when the man you all dubbed “Chinese Charlie Brown” called her multiple times. And the way she said to me with that smirk on her face, “I bet you want to know who that is…” right before we walked out of the room intrigued me to the highest degree.
It was hot that day in the concrete jungle. We walked from the 8th ave 40th street area where I was staying to the LV store on 5th avenue and several other stores in between. I vividly recall us taking up the entire sidewalk. I’m the type of person that always takes other people’s personal space into account, but in that moment, I was in a daze. I didn’t care about anyone around us, if we were annoying them, if we were in anyones way. I didn’t give a fuck. I was inside my own little world, in a bubble, and I didn’t ever want it to burst.
We were walking up 42nd St, near the NYPL where NYAF is located, right past Bryant Park, and a homeless man jumps out at us.
One of her “arguments against” when I first brought up spending time outside the spa was that she didn’t know if she would be safe with me. I took that as meaning she felt like I couldn’t protect her. As a man, that kinda stings. When a woman questions if you can protect her…so I jumped right in front of this man, and didn’t let him get anywhere near her.
She was slightly startled, but we blew another PDA bubble pretty quickly and went merrily along after that. When I say we took up the whole sidewalk, I mean it. Sometimes we would be standing close together. Other times our fingers would be interlocked and we were twirling our arms around in a circular motion like we were holding a jump rope for double dutch as we grinned ear to ear, bumped hips, and gazed into one another’s eyes. She might be a tiny woman, but together, we had Wemby’s wingspan that day.
We took a few selfies along the way and a few more in front of the LV store. I was not thrilled about making this purchase at all. I think these expensive novelties are worthless. I’d rather just give her cash, but she was adamant that she wanted a gift from me and not cash. She said she made plenty of money at work and she wanted something to remember me by, something that will make her think of me every time she looks at it. So I agreed to buy this absurdly priced bag for her.
$2,000 was the budget, but she wanted the $2700 bag (after tax), so I caved and ponied up the cash. She was very happy in this moment. Grinning from ear to ear like a little kid on Christmas morning. A few months later, I remember she sent me a TikTok of a little girl getting a gift at Chinese New Year, and this little girl was very unhappy with the amount of her gift and walked away screaming in disgust. I quickly told her after I watched the video that I expect she would have reacted similarly if I gave her a $300 Coach purse instead of the LV LOL.
It was as we were leaving LV that she told me she wanted to buy me something. My wallet was pretty torn up, tbh, so she wanted to replace it. She suggested Gucci, so we went there and tried to buy a $600 wallet, but her card declined. She then suggested that we walk back to SL so she could get cash, so we did.
As I said in Chapter 1, she seemed different when she came back outside. She was upstairs for maybe 5-10 minutes while I waited near the Sephora, but when she descended from Shangrila she looked perturbed about something. She then told me that she had a 10am appointment that had already been scheduled for the next day. I assume it was one of her many boyfriends that was concerned about her off day, probably because she didn’t communicate with him, but she didn’t say much else about it.
She knew I wanted her to stay with me until at least noon the next day, so I wasn’t happy about it, but I was trying not to let this unpleasant news spoil the moment.
We went to the next store and I found a ~$500 wallet there that I loved. She didn’t love it, but she said it only mattered that I liked it and so we went to the cashier to pay. She could barely see over the counter. In fact there is video that I took of this moment, and I sent a copy of it to @cher_cheri and The Justice as a little form of proof that I’m not just making all this up. Whether they care to chime in is up to them. That’s their call, but I wanted to offer up something for those of you taking the time to read a story of this length to show you that it’s not fiction. I also sent several other forms of proof to them that you can read about in the “Note” at the end of this chapter.
After spending several hours shopping we were both really tired and hungry. We hopped in a cab and went to a Sichuan restaurant called CHILI on 37th. As we’re sitting outside waiting for our table, she cannot resist the urge and rips her carefully wrapped LV packaging to shreds and then begins stuffing all of the contents from the old purse I’ve been carrying around all day into the new LV. The grin on her face persists the whole time. She loves a gift lol.
The food was delicious. The bill was around $150 and well worth it. I wanted to eat more, but simply couldn’t hold it. I was stuffed. The dumplings were fucking amazing. I let her do all the ordering for me whenever we ate out from then on. She knows what I like to eat and she always made amazing choices. Much like in the kitchen at SL, she would feed me in the restaurant and help me pickup items like tofu that I struggled to secure with chopsticks. She always wanted to make sure I was fed, constantly telling me to eat more than I could ever possibly hold down in one sitting.
We walked around the city after eating dinner and sat on the steps at the NYPL for a while just taking in the scene with her head nestled upon my shoulder. Then she grabs my new wallet out of the bag, unwraps it herself, and forces me to put all of my cards into the new wallet, similar to her before dinner. I let her exchange the credit cards and ID between wallets for me while I just enjoyed sitting there with her head resting on my shoulder.
I often feel a certain degree of negativity towards society in general because most people are fucking stupid, but in this moment, I felt only bliss. After a while we walked across the street into the NYPL where we looked at a few books, sat down, and thumbed through a few pages of a photo book about the infamous Coco Chanel.
In this moment, I couldn’t help but thinking about the former Chanel, and current Cherry that I BBFS with at NYAF earlier in the year. She was basically right around the corner and we were reading a book with her former name on it. She definitely crossed my mind in the moment. But little did I know she would come up again when AiAi gave me a very interesting piece of information later on in October…
When we got back to the room, she wanted to go to bed really early. I think it was around 9:30 or 10pm, but I convinced her that it was too early and we should drink a bottle of wine, chat, have sex, and go to bed. I was a little startled and put aback by her desire to go to bed so early. She’s usually in bed around 1-2am on most nights, so 9:30 seemed especially early.
We drank a bottle of wine and talked a bit, but she seemed really tired and eager to go to bed, so I finally relented, took off my clothes and hopped into bed around 11. I pulled out my phone to take a video. I had been videoing us for months. This was nothing new. I just wanted to capture a few minutes of a BJ before we fucked and went to sleep, but for some reason she shoved the phone away like she was too shy to be on camera. I found this odd and kept recording for a few seconds, but she persisted, raising her hand to cover the camera, so I backed off.
But at this point I was annoyed because she wasn’t staying with me until noon the next day, she wanted to go to bed especially early, and now she’s making a scene about me taking a video. I rolled my eyes and gently tossed my phone on the floor, in no attempt to break it. It was a gentle toss due to annoyance. And I guess this triggered something in her and she immediately got up from the bed and told me she was leaving.
She started emptying the LV bag I’d just bought her and she told me to return it to the store tomorrow before I went home. She took her belongings out of her new bag and put them into her old bag leaving the receipt behind so I could get my money back.
I’m really confused during all of this, trying to be calm, trying to convince her to stay, and ultimately trying to make her comfortable. I didn’t want her to think I was going to try to physically stop her from leaving. If she wanted to leave, she was free to go. I made that clear to her from the start as soon as she stood up and started packing her things.
I’m completely naked and shaking during this whole ordeal. I apologized profusely for tossing my phone and assured her I wasn’t a violent person and she was safe with me.
I looked at her in disbelief. I’m literally sobbing as she slid on her sweater and laced up her Jordans. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. In my head I said, “You have to let her go.”
And so I sat on the edge of the bed and left the hallway completely free so she could walk away and leave without any fear of me trying to stop her.
And she walked out.
I can still hear the sound of the door closing as I write this, nearly a year later. It was heartbreaking.
30 seconds to a minute goes by, but it felt like an eternity. In this short time frame, I must have felt a million emotions. I was in complete shock. Unable to move. Just naked and sobbing on the edge of the sofa.
Then I hear a knock on the door.
I quickly scramble to put on some shorts and walk calmly to answer the door.
She came back.
I pulled out my phone and asked her why she came back and she told me she left her phone in the room. So I start helping her look for her phone. We found it pretty quickly on top of the counter, and I asked her one more time to please consider staying and talking to me for just two minutes.
I told her if she wanted to leave after two minutes, I wouldn’t protest, but to please just give me two minutes.
Two minutes turned into 10 minutes. 10 minutes turned into me taking her old purse from her hands, and putting all of her belongings back into the LV, one at a time. I remember saying to her, “this item belongs in the LV bag. This is its home,” each time I pulled something out from the old purse and gently placed it into the new one. “Home, Home, Home” “Jia Jia Jia” I would say in Chinese each time I put an item back into the LV. She found this amusing.
10 minutes turned into 30 minutes and all of her items were now securely back in the LV bag. 30 minutes turned into a warm embrace with her back in my arms and in my bed for the rest of the night.
We had some fantastic makeup sex, took a shower and went to bed around 12:30.
We woke up around 8:30am since I needed to get her back to work for her 10am boyfriend. I was awake a little bit before her, so I got her hot water ready and gently woke her up.
After drinking her hot water, we cuddled for a few more minutes just enjoying the warmth of each others bodies. She then starts tickling my balls, which leads to me flipping her onto her belly with me pounding her in prone giving her the first creampie of what I assume was a day filled with them.
We showered and got dressed and I walked her back to SL. We grabbed some coffee along the way and once we got close to the spa, right before 10am, we departed one another in what would become a bit of a custom for us…
From this point forward, whenever we left one another, she would stare at me smiling, waving and blowing kisses to me until I was so far up the street (or on the train) that we couldn’t see one another anymore. This is not hyperbole, she would literally stand there waving and blowing kisses to me amongst a sea of people the.whole.time. I would constantly turn around to see if she was still there watching me as I walked away and every time I turned around, there she was, blowing me kisses and waving goodbye.
How could I not keep coming back?
Footnote:
I sent @cher_cheri and The Justice aka @BrettKavanaugh several forms of proof via PM. Including video from seconds before the fight I described in this chapter, the video of Wawa walking by in the spa when we accidentally left the door open, pics I took when I was with her and AiAi, a Christmas photo, library pic, etc. It speaks for itself.
Chapter 3
Late Sept - Early October 2023
Allyssa told me in June of 2023 that she had plans to go on a trip in early October, and when I asked her where she was going she told me she was going on a trip to Vegas with her friends.
Knowing how much she loves the casino, I was thrilled for her. She works constantly, so I thought it was wonderful that finally, she gets a break from work to enjoy something she loves, or so I thought…
I, too, love Vegas. I’ve been there several times and I wanted to talk to her about her trip, but for some reason every time I brought up her travel plans after the day she had originally told me about them in June, her body language, or at least my interpretation of her body language, changed drastically. I don't claim to be an expert on body language, and sometimes I misinterpret people, but I have read several books to help me understand it better.
What was at first, seemingly an awesome topic of conversation that I wanted to explore with her RE: places to visit, restaurants to eat at, etc, turned into something that shifted her mood in a negative direction. I had a great deal of knowledge about the city she was gonna be visiting. Naturally, I wanted to help and offer advice, but her behavior when this topic was broached was of particular suspicion.
As I’ve said before, I'm very in-tune to patterns of people and other random topics that I pay close attention to. So after bringing up this topic a couple of times and recognizing her mood shifts, her unwillingness to make eye contact, etc, I suspected I was being lied to. But I kept playing the game, slowly chipping away at the lies on the surface to find the truth.
Back in September when we were hanging out away from the spa for the first time, I asked her how many other customers she took days off for and went out with in Manhattan. I was looking for a candid reply. I always wanted the truth from her, but she sometimes seemed hesitant to talk about certain people. She told me it was only a few, but she mentioned a really expensive ($2,600) red dress that she claims was given to her by a very rich old Jewish man that often visits her at the spa. Apparently he’s taken her shopping a few times and bought her some lavish gifts too. She told me she was gonna wear this dress in Vegas and I was really excited to see what she looked like in something so expensive.
Funny the way it is, that this little red dress and specifically my desire to see her wearing it, is what ultimately led me to the truth.
A few weeks before her trip, she began taking a course of daily pills to stop her period and her plans were to take these pills all through the month of September until her trip in early October, but on Sept 24/25, she told me she got her period and that the pills didn’t work. They had only worked to delay menstruation by about one week, when she needed it to be delayed for 2.5 weeks.
She was big mad.
BIG Mad.
Since she was taking several weeks off in October for her trip, she was upset that she was gonna miss out on another week of work/money because her period came at the wrong time, about 10-12 days before she was planning to leave. This meant that if she came back to work after her period ended, she would only be at the spa for a few days before having to leave again for her trip; kind of a waste of time..
She was not happy. She complained to me for several days about how upset she was that the pills didn’t work. She was in complete disbelief. She told me that she had taken the same pills in February 2023 when she went to work in San Diego for the month at a spa that her friend owned and at that time they had worked wonderfully.
Her dilemma also concerned me because I had booked a trip to see her in early October before she left. She had agreed to stay with me for a couple of nights before she left for Vegas, and I was unsure if her period saga was gonna interfere with our plans.
It did interfere, but not in the worst way. Despite being a waste of her time to return to the spa for just a few days, Allyssa initially told me she would meet me in Manhattan, go back to work for a few days, then go on her trip. But that changed.
My anxiety during this time was at a peak because I really don’t like changing plans last minute.
Then she had another idea. She told me to come to Flushing instead of Manhattan because she decided against going back to work for just a couple of days prior to her trip. At first, she even invited me to stay with her at her apartment, but then 30 minutes later, she backtracked and told me to get a hotel instead because she thought her bed was too small for both of us.
Changing my dates was kind of annoying because I had locked in some killer prices on my reservations, but I knew I was going to have nearly 3 days with this woman, so losing $500 wasn’t really that big of a deal considering what that would have cost me going to the spa.
Before this, I had never been to Flushing, outside of Citi Field. I was still a bit nervous using the subway carrying all of my belongings, especially at stops that I had not been to before. I know I could have taken an Uber, but sorry, $75 to Flushing isn’t worth the price when I can get there for $3 on public transit. Plus, I had attended a baseball game at Citi Field in the past, so I had some level of comfort on the 7 train, and I really wanted to be with her, so I threw all my plans out the window, and changed up my itinerary to suit her change in schedule.
I wouldn’t go through this much trouble for anyone else. She was the only exception. When I make plans, I like to stick to them, and although anxiety inducing at times, it was also exciting making these plans at the last minute with her.
The unknown was exciting. Packing my bags at the last minute was exciting. Doing things differently than I had ever done them before was exciting. I don’t usually live like this at all. I love my alone time. I dislike being around the general public. I love being at home most of the time, tending my little homestead, just living a peaceful life.
She broke me out of that cycle. She made me want to come to NY every couple of weeks. She took me completely out of my usual character, and although exhausting, I kinda loved it. But it was all because of her, and I think, over time, this fact began to weigh on her. And I can understand why it would. But that’s a topic for a later chapter.
I booked a room at the Four Points Marriott Hotel in Flushing. It was a few blocks out of the way compared to the Tangram Mall Marriott Hotel, but still walkable, and I would eventually find myself staying at the mall only a few weeks later anyways.
Allyssa was having dinner with Emily at a Hot Pot restaurant in the mall while I was getting settled. She was very communicative with me. I felt at ease. I didn’t think she was going to cancel. She told me when she was done with dinner she would meet me and shortly before 7PM we met at the Paris Baguette on 39th Ave in Flushing. While she was having dinner, I was out buying wine and snacks and of course, her new toothbrush.
We had coffee and pastries. She kept taking sips of my hot chocolate, which I offered to let her have, but she just wanted to keep sipping on mine.. She’d take her cup, place her palm under it, and feed me her latte like I was a small child learning to use a sippy cup.
Everything felt right. Once again, our fingers were interwoven, eyes locked, we’re bumping hips, and taking up the whole sidewalk to ourselves on a brisk autumn evening. It was perfect.
We walked back to the room. We didn’t do much that night. We drank wine. We had amazing conversations about a variety of topics and amazing sex, as usual.
During this time she told me something about herself that I wasn’t aware of.
Early on in our relationship, she told me that her mother left her for dead as a baby due to the “One Child Policy” favoring boys, but her grandmother “picked her up from the dumpster” and saved her life. But apparently her "grandmother" is from her adopted family, rather than her biological grandmother.
I want to hug her grandmother for saving Allyssa’s life and giving me the opportunity to meet her. I have seen so many photos and videos of her grandmother. She is getting up there in age and I used to ask Allyssa weekly how her grandmother was doing. Recently when I spoke to Allyssa, one of the first questions I asked her was about her grandmother’s health and I was happy to find out she’s doing well.
After Allyssa told me about her adoption, she then asked me if it was ok if she FaceTimed her biological mother. Of course, I told her to call her mother and take as long as she needed. She made the call, but her mom didn’t answer. She looked a little.. defeated in this moment. I teared up when her mother didn’t answer, because I could tell she really wanted to talk to her.
Allyssa says she doesn’t feel loved by her parents or adopted family, because they love her brother, their real son, more than her. It kinda broke my heart when she told me this because she’s over here literally breaking her back on the daily supporting them and supporting her nephew, but she feels unappreciated and unloved by the people she’s supporting. She works really hard, and that in itself deserves appreciation. But I think this is an unfortunate reality of many Chinese women trying to survive 'and thrive' in these trying times.
To be frank, I don’t know if everything she told me that night about her adoption is true, and there could have been something lost in translation or even some misunderstood use of hyperbole because it felt like a sensitive topic and I didn't want to press her to talk about it too deeply, too quickly. But with the buzz inflicted by the booze, I felt like she was speaking truthfully. The more time we spent in each other’s presence away from the spa, the more she opened up to me. The more cracks I was able to turn into gaps and begin to pry them open, but I was still always cognizant of the fact that she might be making it all up. Despite some of the unnecessary lies she told me, I still think that she told me far more truths than lies. The lies, I will just never understand.
A newly formed boundary, I can accept and respect, so long as it is communicated kindly, respectfully and with an open dialogue. A lie is another thing entirely.
And at one point in the conversation, Vegas came up.
Her body language shifted. I said something about “sending me a picture of the Sphere” when she gets there. She just nodded, looked to the ground, then went to the bathroom to pee.
After that we had sex, pretty wild sex. She left more love bites on my neck, and I forgot to bring makeup to hide them, so for the next two days I wore them proudly for everyone to see. I didn’t mind being a little trashy as long as my trashy day was spent with her.
I remember being pretty drunk and we’re fucking on the foot of the bed in standing mish, and she was biting gently and I told her that I wanted her to bite harder. I wanted her to bite my neck as hard as she could. As soon as she bit with a little extra force behind it, god it felt so damn good. And I released one helluva load inside her. It was a sweaty, drunken mess. She told me at one point I was putting too much of my weight on her and she thought she was gonna pass out because she couldn’t breathe and I was lasting forever thanks to the booze. It was intense. And I had lost almost 30 pounds at this point, down to around 185lbs, so I had more energy and stamina compared to earlier in the year. I gave it to her good.
She was more drunk than me. I was buzzed for sure. A few more drinks would have probably made me lose all my inhibitions, but I didn’t reach that point.
She did, however. After sex, we drank and talked a little more, but she started to feel sick. She went to the bathroom, and I followed her to help her because she was stumbling. She stuck two fingers down her throat and threw up all over the toilet, while I was holding her hair out of the way.
I cleaned up her mess, wiped the vomit off her face with a warm towel, being the “Service King” that I am, and I forced her to drink some water, and told her to lie down.
We needed to sleep.
Chapter 1 - OTS
Then I popped the question… (no, not that question… lol — that’s a story for another time)
That time has finally come.
Let’s backtrack for a moment…
In June I told Allyssa that I needed to say something to her and I asked her not to interrupt me until I was finished.
I was feeling things for her that I had never felt for any woman, especially a sex worker, and I needed her to know.
I felt like I was completely mental, but I rode with it. I was dying to spend time with her away from the spa, as I have stated in previous chapters. I wanted more from her than I was getting at this point in June, and I was ready to offer practically anything to her to get it.
And so after one of our dates in June, we had about 10 minutes left to chat and I said to her, somewhat pre rehearsed, “Since you’ve been in the US about 18 months, I suspect you may already be married, but I want you to know, if you need a green card, I’ll marry you. I don’t want money for it. I just want time with you. I want time with you because I know if I have enough time with you, I will make you fall in love with me. And after you get your green card, if you haven’t fallen in love with me by then, I won’t challenge you if you want a divorce. But you won’t divorce me. Because I’ll love you like no one’s ever loved you before. Together we’ll be unstoppable.”
That was my pathetic attempt lol.
But I meant it.
After the nearly life-altering health scare that I had earlier in the year, I told myself that if I ever encountered a woman that I had sincere feelings for, that I thought would be easy to love, I would go all the way for her. I just didn’t expect it to be the first woman I met at the AMP in Manhattan.
She replied, “I’m so flattered by your proposal, but I don’t want to marry anyone”
I said, “Wouldn’t a green card give you more freedom?”
To which she replied, “I don’t need a green card. I don’t want a green card. It’s unnecessary.”
So I said, “But if you had a green card you can leave the US and return to China. Right now, your tourist visa has expired. If you leave the country, you can’t return. It’s in your best interest to have one.”
To which she replied once again, “I don’t want a Green Card. It’s unnecessary. I plan to retire back to China and never again return to the US sometime in 2025.”
So, for that day, I left it at that. But I didn’t believe her…
I took the elevator downstairs and walked down 47th street, a few tears flowing down my cheeks, feeling perhaps more confused at that point than I ever have been in my entire life.
I felt intrigue, sadness, relief. So many emotions. Deep down, I think there genuinely was a part of me that wanted her to say yes to the dress…And I felt a little disappointed.
Up until my early 20s, I wanted to get married and start a family. After I started hobbying in my mid-20s, I decided that I preferred this lifestyle and just stuck to it. I don’t think I am too damaged or there’s anything wrong with me or that I don’t deserve a loving marriage because I’ve slept with and paid hundreds of women to fuck. I don’t feel any of those things. It’s just a personal choice.
Unless the woman is truly exceptional, I have no interest in marriage. I am very picky. And I would prefer a polyamorous arrangement with a genuine connection in most cases anyway.
Marriage, especially a green card marriage with an expired visa, would have been the last thing I would have ever expected myself to want to deal with. While technically not impossible to procure a green card in this scenario, there’s just so much paperwork, so many interviews, and a lot of bureaucratic BS that I wouldn’t want to deal with. But for her, I was willing to endure it.
If she wanted it, I would have jumped through any hoop necessary for her.
I wanted to believe what she told me that day. I really wanted to believe her. But I didn’t.
Why would she lie about this, I thought? Perhaps she thinks if I know she’s married, I’ll stop coming to see her?
But her marital status didn’t matter to me. I would have still kept coming to see her. It wouldn’t have changed anything. I would have actually felt a sense of relief that her freedom to travel internationally was restored and that she was legally in the country.
I wasn’t constantly coming to see her because it was my goal to convince her to marry me. I didn’t want to be married, but I loved the way she made me feel, so I thought if there was anyone I want to be married to, it’s her. And I desperately wanted to spend more time with her. I didn’t want my time with her to be on the clock. So I had to make the offer.
But deep down, I didn’t believe her reasoning or rationale for rejecting my proposal. My spidey senses were tingling. Something felt off. I knew she was lying. But this rejection didn’t stop me from continuing my search for the truth, which eventually, I discovered on one morning at the end of October….
We woke up hungover on day two together. We had a couple rounds of morning sex after brushing our teeth and taking quick showers.
Once we were dressed, we made our way to a Cantonese banquet hall on 39th Avenue, close to the Paris Baguette. We took the elevator to an upper level, and the moment the doors opened, I was struck by how it looked like a venue ready to serve a huge church gathering or wedding reception. She had sent me dozens of pictures of this place over the last nine months, so many that I almost felt like I’d been there before. It’s one of her go-to spots when she’s out with friends in Flushing, so she thought it would be perfect to take me to this place that she had shown me so many times before on WeChat.
I’m not really a shrimp for brunch kinda guy, but they were serving it, so I went with it. I also ate porridge, which tasted like it had been simmering in chicken bones all day. I’m from the South. Porridge is usually sweet, but this was a welcomed change. It was savory and delicious!
There weren’t really any plans in place for us that day; we just went with whatever felt right because there were so many last minute itinerary changes that I couldn’t really plan anything. I’m usually all about organizing things, but she’d always tell me, “Chinese don’t plan,” so I let go of my need to map things out. She seemed to thrive on spontaneity and we often just walked around Flushing. She would take me into random doors with no signage, and there’s a literal flea market inside with 30 vendors.
Where the fuck did that come from? I would say to myself. How do people find these spaces to rent, much less how do customers find the vendors? Truly blows my mind.
I could feel the piercing eyes of the older workers at the Cantonese restaurant staring at my neck, along with the people in every store we visited. But honestly, I didn’t care at all. I was with her, and that was the only thing that mattered.
After we finished eating, we went to the Tangram Mall, and she suggested catching a movie. I suspect this is something she does often with clients because she’s sent me pictures of herself at the theater many times. I always assumed she was with one of you.
When we first got to the mall, I didn’t know what we were gonna do. She approached the ticket kiosk and used the translator app to tell me “Let’s watch a movie.”
At first, I was a little bit confused. Watching an American movie would be impossible, and at that moment I had no idea they screened Chinese movies with English subtitles at this theater.
But this is what she wanted to do, so I agreed to do it.
I started looking at what movies were available to watch, and then I noticed there were a couple of Chinese movies available. It then dawned upon me that she wanted to watch a Chinese movie. And this actually made me more comfortable because I didn't want her to have to sit through several hours of a movie that she couldn't understand.
There was only one Chinese movie that we could watch that day and its single showtime for the day was around 3 PM, so we had a little bit of time to kill. We went to a bubble tea shop that's very close by the theater and we ordered a couple of drinks and just sat there browsing TikTok together for about 45 minutes.
We were sitting at the back of the bubble tea shop and had a table to ourselves. There was a bench, and she was lying down on it with her head resting on my lap. We just sat together, drinking our drinks, and watching short videos on TikTok. To some people, this might seem boring, but I loved every second of it.
Around 3 o'clock it was time to go watch the movie. The runtime on this film was almost 3 hours. Something about “Gods.” I can’t remember the title. I was very surprised at the length of this movie, but I knew I would have my arm around her the whole time, so I didn't mind.
When we got to the theater, I ordered us unlimited Diet Coke and popcorn. I have the cutest picture in my phone of her with this huge bucket of popcorn that's twice the size of her head just munching away as we were walking into the theater room. It's probably my favorite candid photo of her that I’ve taken. She, of course, hated it, like every photo that she takes. She can’t stay still long enough to take a damn photo lol.
I’ve touched on this topic before, but I want to reiterate once again that It was pretty rare for Allyssa to ignore me for more than a few hours, but there were some days where I definitely noticed a lack of her presence.
I didn't need to chat with her all day but if she had plans that were going to prevent her from responding for a significant amount of time, I wanted her to tell me. It was only those times that she decided not to tell me or ignore me for an extended period that genuinely hurt my feelings. Because there was no need for it. All I needed from her was a heads up. I thought our relationship had reached a place where that was a courtesy we showed one another.
For example, when I was driving for several hours at a time, I would always let her know ahead of time because she would start acting angry if I didn’t reply to her messages immediately.
She set the expectation. She didn't have to talk to me as much as she did, and as I have said in previous chapters, when she got distant for no particular reason, and offered no explanation, it usually upset me, because at this point in October and leading into November her expectations of me were that I replied to her immediately, and that I not talk to other girls. Especially Emma and Cherry/Chanel. They were prohibited.
If she sent me a message, I would reply back to her usually within seconds, but always within a few minutes. We all check our phones constantly. Anyone that says otherwise is lying. We know who we're ignoring, and we know who we prioritize. I prioritized her but I didn't expect her to prioritize me to the same degree. I expected her to get back to me promptly, but not immediately. I am a reasonable person lol. But times when I didn't text her back immediately she would sometimes send me 10 messages in a row asking me why I wasn't talking to her, asking me what I was doing and where I was, etc. In hindsight, she was just putting on a show because she knew I liked the attention, but at the time, I ate it up.
However, when I would ask her what she was doing, where she was, etc, most of the time she would tell me, followed by a photo or a video of her current location. Sometimes she would even ping me her exact GPS location. But 5-10% of the time, she was annoyingly secretive and it always left me feeling like an outsider, which is the opposite of how I wanted her to make me feel. What I still don’t quite understand is why she didn’t just lie that 5-10% of the time. If she didn’t want me to know the truth, she could have just lied. Instead she chose to ignore me or to send me a short reply leaving me feeling insecure and uncertain.
Let me reiterate this again. I did not care who she was with or what she was doing. I just wanted an inside look into her life. As long as she was making time for me, and at that point she was making more time for me than I ever expected. I was overjoyed. I didn't give a single fuck who she was with when she wasn’t with me. To quote myself from Chapter 1 "I just wanted to be one of them. "
I just wanted to be one of the many. I just wanted my part of the timeshare. I always knew I wasn’t rich enough to buy her out, so outside of offering to marry her if she needed it, I never expected more than a portion of her time and that she respect the established norms of our relationship and keep me in the loop.
After the long ass movie, which I almost fell asleep on several times, she was hungry. She is always hungry. I don't know how she stays so small. She eats constantly. I wasn't hungry at all, but we went to order hotpot and I don’t think we ate 1/4 of the spread that was on the table when it was all said and done.
She went to the toppings bar and scooped up at least 10 spoonfuls of raw minced garlic, and began mixing the garlic with cilantro.. She ate this garlic and cilantro mixture with her meal like I would eat ketchup on french fries.
I smelled and tasted that garlic in her mouth all night long. Lol.
I dropped a meatball on my shirt too. I told myself I didn't need the bib. I definitely needed the bib.
While we were eating hot pot, she was constantly using these chopsticks that appear to be almost 2 feet long as if they were just an extension of her arm. I tried to use them, but they felt too foreign to me. I consider myself at an intermediate level when it comes to eating with chopsticks. I'm pretty good with everything that isn't slippery. But anytime I eat tofu, she had to pick that shit up for me and put it in my mouth. In fact, it was very common for her to feed me while we were out at these restaurants together, the same way that she did when we were in the kitchen at SL.
I ate my favorite, Kobe beef, and pig kidney along with several other items like it that I’d never tried before. But I had such a great time enjoying my first hotpot experience with her despite not feeling all that hungry.
After we left the hot pot restaurant, with love marks on my neck and a stain on my shirt, we walked around the mall for a little while just browsing. Then she took me to the place where she gets her sex supplies.
She later took me to another place where she claimed she had tens of thousand of dollars worth of clothes awaiting alteration.
She seemed really annoyed when we went to that particular business because they were taking a long time to finish her alterations. She said they had been working on them for nearly 3 months. She looked visibly angry and although I have no idea what she said to the owner of the shop, I don’t think it was pleasant lol.
We just walked around Flushing a little bit more after that. Holding hands, staring into each other’s eyes. We walked around to a few different smoke shops, looking for a particular flavored vape that she likes, but we were unable to find it. I later found out, after hours of research trying to find this specific vape flavor, that the one she likes is a Chinese knockoff of a popular American brand. Shocker LMAO.
Sometimes she would lead the way as we walked around, sometimes I would. We also went to a Chinese pharmacy because she wanted to get some Chinese medicine because she was having a stomach ache.
By around 9 PM, we decided to go back to the hotel. Immediately, I opened a bottle of wine, and we just continued our conversation from the previous day. If I could recall every single topic, we talked about that night, I would be happy to tell you all about them, but I don't remember many specific topics from that evening. I just know that we didn't have any arguments and we were both very good to each other all weekend.
I wanted to bring up Vegas again since she was leaving in under 48 hours for her trip, but based on her reaction from the previous night, and previous times, I decided to leave it alone, thinking nothing good would come from it. And this had been a really good couple of days that I didn't want to ruin by saying or doing the wrong thing.
For whatever reason she did not seem like she wanted to go on this trip to “Vegas”. She also made a comment to me and said "this trip was planned many months ago” and the look on her face after saying it was one of annoyance and disgust. It was really strange behavior. Why are you rolling your eyes about going to Vegas, LMAO?
And although I don't remember her exact words, I remember asking her or making a statement of some kind referencing that she didn’t seem very excited about her upcoming trip, and she didn't say anything, she just nodded her head in agreement.
Why wouldn’t she be exited to go to Vegas? It made no sense…
Although I didn’t bring up Vegas anymore that night, I did bring up the green card again. I wanted to know what she really thought when I offered to marry her. I wanted her to be candid and honest with me.
So, I bluntly asked her. I was just looking for the truth and we had enough alcohol in us by then that I felt like she would tell me the truth. But perhaps, she had had a little bit too much alcohol because right after I brought this topic up, she decided to go to the bathroom and throw up again.
But when she came back from the bathroom, we sat in the center of the bed and she suddenly started crying and she said, "I don't need a green card. I don't need a green card.
Baby, You came too late. Baby, You came too late. You arrived too late.
I love you.
if I would have met you sooner, I would have married you.”
I’m hugging her the whole time, holding her as tight as I can, her nails gripping and digging into the skin on my back. Both of us sobbing, our drunken tears flooding and blurring the Google Translate app we’re using to communicate.
I can still hear the Google Translate voice repeating over and over: “Baby, you came too late. Baby, you came too late.”
tokintom86 said:
...unfortunately I showed up a little too late. (Ch. 2 - My 2023 GFExperience)
My mind drifts back to that text I sent Asian Lassies in November 2021 asking for an appointment with Viola, but then my flight was so far delayed that I didn't have time to go to the AMP that day and later that night I did further research and I found Victoria H. I ended up choosing Victoria H that day instead based on my instincts to always go for the well-reviewed and "sure thing" providers, despite loving Viola's pictures. For those of you that don’t know, right after Allyssa came to the US she worked at AL as Viola before they shut down. I was in Manhattan the week they got busted, just a few weeks after her arrival in the US.
What if my flight wasn't delayed. What if I had chosen Viola that day? I will always wonder…
She told me she didn’t have a place to stay, had very little money, had no idea what she was doing in those first couple of weeks. She said if she had met me back then that “there’s no chance I would have let you get away from me. I wouldn’t have let you leave Manhattan." Those were her words to me one day when I showed her these texts.
Then, out of nowhere, still crying, she told me. "I am garbage. I am garbage. I'm trash. I'm trash. I am a terrible person.” She kept repeating this over and over. Calling herself trash, telling me that I met her too late.
Shortly thereafter she fell asleep, but I stayed up most of the night, dozing off for maybe 20-30 minutes at a time, waking up, watching her sleep, dozing off again, and this continued for the entirety of the night.
I woke up fully around 8am the next morning. I just held her in my arms and hugged her tight, because I never knew if I would get another night with her. So I just tried to treasure the time that we had. After this night, we spent another 19 nights together, but I had no assurance or expectation that it was going to continue to happen. But for me to continue seeing her at the spa exclusively, it was going to have to continue, and I made that known to her from the beginning, in a polite and indirect way.
Allyssa doesn't snore, but she kind of purrs a little bit in her sleep, like a tiny kitten. I could smell her garlic breath all night long. Every time she exhaled; garlic breath. But it didn't bother me at all. I just stared at her as she was sleeping, just so happy that this beautiful woman was by my side. To this day I miss waking up beside her. It was the best feeling in the world.
I took a picture of her that morning while she was face down passed out on the bed naked. I showed her this picture when she woke up later that morning, and for the next week or two, I would send her random memes on WeChat of people sprawled out in bed, just to poke fun at her.
I had no idea what these couple of days was going to cost me. We didn't talk about money before I came so I assumed she was going to want the $2000 that I had offered her previously for spending a couple of nights with me in Manhattan.
So after we woke up and had morning sex, we took a shower and started getting dressed, and I started packing my bags. After she came out of the bathroom, I was sitting on the bed, and I had a wad of cash in my hand. It was $2000. And I told her how much it was.
I handed her this wad of cash, she smiled, started counting it, and when she got to 500, she took that and put it in her pocket and gave me the other 1500 back.
I told her that since she gave me that money back, I would come back to Manhattan in the middle of October and spend it on her at the spa for her birthday. She didn't ask me to do that. It was not expected of me. But because she gave me the money back, I decided that I would plan another trip in the middle of October, as well as a 3rd trip at the end of October to see her.
After leaving the hotel, we walked to this restaurant that operates more like a food court, with seven or eight different vendors that sell various pastries, noodles, and other foods that are very cheap. This isn't the kind of place most tourists would go, in fact, I only ever saw Chinese people in this food court, and I ate there with her five different times. She goes to this place all the time. She’s sent me pictures of her eating noodles with her friends at this spot at least 20 different times.
Lugging my bags through Flushing amongst all these people was not fun at all. After this trip, I learned to pack much lighter on future travels, and switched up my travel gear to simply a backpack and a small carry-on. It was a pain in the ass lugging all of that heavy luggage through a crowd, so I swore to never do it again. I always overpack. I even bring contact lenses, 2 backup pairs of eyeglasses and backup Rx sunglasses because you never know when they might break LOL.
After we ate at the Chinese food court, we took the escalator down to the train platform for me to catch my train back to Manhattan. I had to catch the 3pm Amtrak outta Penn and was cutting it closer on time than I prefer. I’m the kinda traveler that shows up to the airport 2-3 hours early. I don’t like unnecessary stress.
The theme from Chapter 2 continues.. . She didn't break eye contact with me until I was on the train. She stared at me as I walked through the turnstile, never breaking eye contact, peering into my soul, waving and blowing me kisses like I was a soldier headed off to his final battle.
Before I started walking away, she was dry humping me in the middle of the station, and we DFK for about 15 seconds as people were walking around us. PDA with her felt natural. So I loved it. Again, completely outside my usual character, but she was the only exception. No matter what I was doing with her, I always felt comfortable.
The train was already there awaiting imminent departure. I waved back at her and blew her a kiss right before I stepped inside.
An hour and a half later I was headed home, and she was packing for her trip to "Vegas"…
or was she?
We'll talk all about that in Chapter 4.
Chapter 4: Viva Las Vegas
So, it’s early October 2023 and I’m fresh off an amazing weekend with Allyssa in Flushing. We’re talking wine, weed, hot pot, bubble tea, her tiny body curled up next to mine in my hotel bed, her garlic breath in the morning (yeah, I’m weird, I loved it). I’m floating, feeling like the king of the world., but still suspicious and curious about how these next few days will play out.
The day after I return home, she jets off for her “Vegas trip” with her friends. She’d been telling me about this trip since June and at first I felt so excited and happy for her. She deserved a fun trip, but for weeks something felt awry based on the details she had given me… and I just couldn’t let it go.
She sends me a pic from the airport before she boards. Then another when she arrived at her accommodations. Inside what appears to be a huge cabin she sits at a table that can easily seat 15=20 people, with a cute little smirk and her Louis Vuitton purse.
She looks less slutty without the fake lashes.
I’m grinning like an idiot, so happy thinking, “she’s showing off my gift,” but also wondering why the fuck is she inside a cabin? Big wooden beams, cozy vibes, like something you’d rent for a family reunion in the Smoky Mountains. I’m staring at my phone, thinking, “What the fuck? Vegas doesn’t have cabins.” You go to Vegas for neon lights, slots, and overpriced cocktails, not to play lumberjack in a log house. My spidey senses are tingling, but I don’t say anything… not yet.
I text her, quite casual, like, “send me some pics from the Strip, the Bellagio fountains…”
Crickets. No casino shots, no Sphere selfies, nada. She was obviously dodging me.
“Good morning”, “good night”, the usual sweet nothings, but when I ask about her day, it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall. She’s vague, flippant, like she’s got a secret she’s guarding with her life. And I’m over here wondering why she’s lying to me?
Lies make me feel like an outsider, and with her, I wanted to be an inside-her. So, I start poking, but subtly. I’m like, “Hey, did you go to Caesars Palace today? Did you win a lot of money playing baccarat baby?” her favorite.
She sidesteps every question like a pro. As each minute passes, I’m getting more and more annoyed, but I’m still playing it cool, because I don’t want to say the wrong thing, piss her off and end it.
Not yet.
By day three of her trip, I go radio silent. I ignore her good morning text.
This ain’t my usual MO—normally, I’m glued to my phone, firing back replies faster than you can say “BBFS.” But I’m pissed, and I want her to feel it.
Sure enough, she notices. And my phone starts blowing up. Fifteen messages, back-to-back. “Baby, you okay?” “Why you not talking?” “I miss you.”
Her usual barrage of texts from when I had ignored her previously. Last time when I ignored her for like eight hours, she sent me a novel. This time, it’s no different. Every 45 minutes, ping, another text. Finally, she hits me with the guilt trip: “I know you don’t want me anymore. I’ll miss you. Thanks for everything.”
I text back, and say, bluntly “I know you’re not in Vegas.” No fluff, no games. We go back and forth for a bit, but she’s dodging harder than George W Bush did that dirty left boot.
She wants to talk about anything, so long as it’s not Vegas.
She sends me a pic of a little white girl, maybe 5 years old, all dressed up like a flower girl in a white dress. Background’s the same cabin from before—wood walls, big windows, family-vibes central. Looks like a big gathering, maybe a wedding?
She tells me how much she likes this little girl, compliments how pretty she is, etc.
We say good night, but I’m pretty upset, and about to snap at this point. Not because she’s somewhere else—I don’t care if she’s in Timbuktu—but because she’s lying to my face.
And for no good reason.
I’m very loyal to her. I spend a lot of money on her. I make 7 hour trips every few weeks to spend thousands of dollars on her. Yet she can’t level with me? That shit stings.
Next morning, her usual “good morning baby” text rolls in. We chat a little, but I’m still upset. She’s supposed to be flying back to New York that day, so I do what any self-respecting detective would do: I check the flight departures out of Vegas. Guess what? No flights match the time she told me she was leaving. None. I hit her up again: “You’re not in Vegas, are you?” By now, she’s done with my shit. I can feel her rolling her eyes through the phone. The situation finally came to a head.
But, I keep pressing, because with her, I’m different. She’s got me acting outside of my usual character. Normally, I’d let this slide, ghost whoever’s playing games, and move on. But Allyssa? There’s just something about her.
She fires back, pissed, saying she’s tired of my questions. At this point, I figure we’re just done. It sucks, but it is what it is.
Then, a minute later, my phone pings again. She sent me her GPS location on WeChat. I open it…and it ain’t Vegas.
Maine.
Now the cabin makes total sense. I Google the coordinates, and it’s clear as day: a lodge that can sleep 20, 30 people, perfect for a family function. That little girl in the photo? Probably a bridesmaid.
I’m sitting there, staring at my phone, trying to wrap my head around it. Why the hell would she lie about this? For months? She could’ve just said, “I’m going to Maine for a wedding.” Why didn’t she want me to know that? I still wonder to this day.
She only fessed up because I backed her into a corner. If I hadn’t gone full Sherlock, she would have continued feeding me that Vegas bullshit, I’m sure. That’s what gets me. Not the cabin, not Maine, not the wedding. The lie. The unnecessary, pointless lie.
After she landed back in NY that evening she texted me another photo from the airport. And I kid you not for the next few days, from morning until night she sent me photos of everything she was doing. From Doctors visits, to getting her lashes done, to dinners with friends. She was sharing with me constantly.
A couple days later she was back at work ~10/11/23, and I had reservations for a two day trip on 10/15 to spend that $1500 that she gave back to me.
My goal was always to find a way to forgive her. Still is.
By the end of October I was back to NY again. This time for another couple of days in Flushing with her…
And that’s where Chapter 5 begins.
Short Stories
These stories are intended to add additional detail
Emma
Short Story #1 - Emma
Let’s talk about Emma for a moment. Emma isn’t exactly prominent in this story, but she does show up a couple of times, so I am going to preface this here so that you all know who she is when I bring her up in a future chapter.
I visited Emma about 5 times at an AMP somewhat near where I live. I would have continued to see her time-after-time if she had not left the area. She lives in Flushing when she isn’t working, like most girls, and often works in the midwestern states at non-FS AMPs.
Emma and I are still friends and chat regularly. In fact I’m currently her “Relationship Consultant” as she’s trying to figure out whether one of her clients wants to marry her or if he’s just trying to get in her pants.
I told her that my “consulting fee” would be free massages in the future, and she agreed LOL.
This is what I wrote about my October 27, 2001 massage with Emma. My 2nd time visiting her.
Oct 27, 2001
“I’ve been to this AMP probably 50 times by now, but rarely see the same girl multiple times. Today, I had the itch, called them up to see who was available, and Emma was a familiar name that I enjoyed my time with in the past, so I told them I would be there in a couple of hours to see Emma.
Last time, our first meeting, Emma noticed I was extra excited on the TS and she finished me right there. This is your typical HJ type place, but it seems like the menu is opening as I attempt to push boundaries with the girls there.
A Table Shower HJ had only happened to me once before at this place, but I welcomed it that time, and again today. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to pop again after the massage, but her valiant effort to finish me off a 2nd time worked and although several weeks passed before I decided to return to visit her for a 3rd time, I did keep thinking about her.
Emma is about 5”1, maybe 115lbs. Age, I am not sure. 40s I would guess. She’s very petite and cute in a GND type of way. She keeps her mask on, so I have yet to see her face fully, but I don’t even mind it. I probably think she’s prettier than she really is because of the mask, and all of this is merely an illusion anyway, so what does it matter?
Today’s TS was thorough. Every crack and crevice was cleaned. Emma seems like a gentle soul. A little shy and submissive, but sweet and kind. She’s not aggressive at all and let’s me lead.
After a decent massage (I wish it was a little better, but it’s always decent), she starts the slow and sensual rub without much tease, then asks me to turn over. At this point I knew I had to take control if I wanted more than a basic HJ. Since I had seen her before and left her a higher than average tip that time, I was more assertive than usual.
I told her to take her clothes off. All of them, and she began to and I helped her. She left her panties on, but I pulled those down myself and started rubbing her clit while I sat on the edge of the table gazing into her beautiful brown eyes, with her hand gently caressing my stiffy.
She knows what I really want, it’s obvious.I want to be inside her. But I can tell she isn’t ready to give it to me, so I keep staring into her soul as I gently rub her clit, unbuckle her bra and gently kiss and suck her nipples. I turn her around to put my rock hard cock between her legs and try some P2P action, but she turns back around quickly after I get about 10 strokes grinding up against her wet kitty.
I received an overly-inflated BJ here once in the past from a chick that ended up using Saran Wrap for protection lmao, so now I bring my own on the off chance something extra goes down. Anyways, I reach into my right pant’s pocket and pull out the Sagami 001 and she looks at it and I can tell it’s not happening today, so I back off at this point, still smiling and rubbing her now wet kitty, and lie down for the standard finish.
She knows I like it slow and she pays special attention to build up the pace, and then slows it back down. It’s hard for me to finish in such a basic way, so I let her tease my cock slowly for a bit before I pull her close to me, body to body while she strokes me. Her hair is all over my face and upper body, I am kissing her neck and holding her tight as I begin to breath heavily into her ear and her breathing begins to mirror mine. The pace of our mutually found rhythm intensifies and the combo of the friction of our bodies rubbing one another, the sweet strawberry smell of her hair, her soft whimpers and our mutually synced up breathing brings me to my breaking point.
She notices, and meets my rhythm perfectly as I am thrusting into her hand the same way I would be if it was her kitty. She squeezes tighter, and I finally can’t take it anymore and explode 2ft into the air. It’s at this point I wish I knew Chinese and could tell her to stroke faster as I was finishing, but she let me finish at my own rhythm bc I think I caught her a little off guard.
She comes back to clean me up and give me a big hug and looks me in the eye and says “next time.” She knows I was pushing her boundaries, but I respected her limits. My hope is this tactic will pay off for my next trip. I leave her a $100 tip and she brings me a big bottle of water, not the little one lol, and again looks me straight in the eyes and says “next time” with those beautiful brown eyes piercing into me.
At this point, I remember I want to get her number. I had read some people on a forum say the Chinese girls use WeChat, so I had already added this app to my phone so that hopefully she would be more willing to share her contact info with me. As soon as I pick up my phone and say “WeChat” her eyes beamed with excitement. She looked giddy and went to get her phone from the other room. When she came back I scanned her code and added her to my contacts.
Another hug, and I was on my way. Excited to see what next time holds. Hopefully she is still there, but at least I have her contact info now so I can sweet talk her a little beforehand :).”
Recently, I found out that Emma had a boyfriend from 2019-2022. She says she broke up with him late in 2022 because he wanted her to quit doing massages and stay at home all day until he got off work. If she agreed to do this, he would marry her, but she wanted more independence, so she left him. Or so she says…
But she seemed interested in getting married to me and opening massage parlors for the majority of 2022, while she was living with this other guy. Seems to me like she’s just trying to find the quickest green card possible, but keeps failing. I am not naive enough to fall for this, obviously, but I kept Emma in my life because she was my first Chinese friend and that means something to me.
At the time, I wasn’t trying to date her anyway, I was just trying to get in her pants, to convert the HJ girl to FS to boost my ego lol. And I’m not an asshole that’s gonna tell a woman I’ll marry her to get some pussy. But I never converted her. So Emma and I have never had sex. But I did finger her tight and wet tiny little pussy a few times.
Now, we’re just friends. She knows all about my story with Allyssa.
Emma will come up a couple of times when I talk about the 4 nights Allyssa and I spent together in Flushing last October in a future chapter.
And so will Cherry/Chanel, and AiAi, and maybe a few others :).
Short Story #2 - The Time She Demanded I Delete Videos From My Phone…
If you gentlemen go back to Chapter 12 in the “GFExperience” series, you’ll see where I said:
but unfortunately we ended up talking a little too much, losing track of time, and I didn’t get her best performance that day. It happens.
.
This is the story of that particular lackluster performance, that I kept to myself out of courtesy and respect at the time, but no more.
But first, we must rewind to July. I wasn’t able to get to the spa until around 6PM due to a train delay, but Daisy was very understanding, as she always is, and rescheduled me for a 6PM.
It was one of those days that I was just horny. I wanted to fuck. Cameras were setup quickly and in the heat of the moment I told her to suck on the huge dildo that I had gifted her that’s always suctioned on the mirror. We slid over to my left to get her closer to the cock on the mirror as she slowly glided up and down my rock hard cock the whole time.
I wanted to watch her suck the dildo.
I filmed her POV style for 2-3 minutes, but she was acting really shy about sucking it. She acted like she’s embarrassed to perform this act in front of me? And this made no sense to me considering she has a dick in her mouth for hours upon hours every day and I know she is not sexually insecure. I thought this was strange in the moment and still do to this day.
She turned away from the dildo and wanted to go back to ACG riding me, but I was enjoying the show of her sucking a 10 inch cock as she sat on my cock, so I guided her head back towards the monster dildo and she continued sucking it while I filmed.
After I came inside her, we were cuddling and I asked her why she was acting shy around me because I knew she wasn’t shy with other men. And she told me it was because I make her feel shy. Something about me makes her feel different and insecure.
Whatever that means?
Fast forward ~six months later.
This event occurred a few months after the incident in Chapter 2 when she freaked out when I tossed my phone. Prior to that, she would pickup the camera and film herself from her POV without me ever asking her to do it. “Crazy eyes” was in full effect some days, but it was becoming increasingly apparent to me that her boundaries changed from day-to-day.
My stay in Manhattan was going to be a short one this time. I was only in town for an overnight with her and I was going home the next day. She was supposed to stay with me that night for no additional charges beyond what I spent at the spa.
I went to the spa beforehand, because at this point I no longer refrained from going to the spa on days that she was spending the night with me. If I wanted to fuck her before she came over, and I usually did, I would go to the spa before she got off work, usually for an hour around mid-afternoon to early-evening, and she would meet up with me around 11pm to midnight.
I wanted to watch some porn while she performed a BBBJ on me that day and I hadn’t yet purchased the projector for her. So, I pulled out my phone and started watching porn of the two of us from last July. Specifically, the video I mentioned above. Then I showed her what I was watching, expecting her to find it funny, but she stopped everything immediately. Her mood changed in an instant. And she told me to delete this video immediately.
Totally killed the moment.
I was perplexed. She had consented to this video being taken last July. She had watched me as I filmed it for practically the whole two hours I was there. Additionally, there were two other cameras setup In her room to capture multiple angles on the day this video was taken, and she knew they were there. She knew and agreed to allow me to film.
I told her that it didn’t matter if I deleted this video from my phone because I had backups upon backups stored in other places. Redundancy is life and I store weekly backups of all my files on multiple local arrays onsite and offsite. I don’t trust the cloud. I am not losing my data.
But she insisted that I delete all of the porn vids we had created together off my phone and she was leveraging spending the night with me to get what she wanted.
I recognized what she was doing and it really upset me. I started shaking and got up from her bed and started putting my clothes on about 15 minutes into the hour. I told her I was going to leave.
She looked at the door, uncertain what her next move was as I pulled up my pants and began to buckle my belt, still shirtless at this point. I knew she didn’t want to lose face in front of Daisy, and if I walked out early, Daisy would know for sure something was wrong. So I used that to my advantage.
She didn’t really say much. She peered at me and I stared at her. I was visibly shaking and starting to cry. I couldn’t understand why she was behaving this way? She’s a sex worker. She consented to the videos multiple times, over multiple dates. She recorded herself in some of these videos. What Is she upset about? I just wanted to have fun. Why is she ruining my mood like this?
When I can’t make sense of something, I start to shake and emotions take over. I sat on the edge of the bed, and told her, “this is bullshit, you know I don’t want this. I just want you to come over tonight. That’s why I came to Manhattan. And you know that”
Then she says to me that she will still come over if I delete the videos. I explained to her AGAIN, that I have at least 4 copies of this data, and that just because it’s deleted off my phone doesn’t mean it’s gone. And I told her I would never delete my other copies.
She started shaking at this point, visibly frustrated.
After a bit of a back and forth, and out of annoyance I caved and I let her watch me delete the videos from my phone, and then she asked me to go into the deleted items folder and delete them from there too. If I did this, she said she would still come over after work.
So I deleted them to make her happy, but I wasn’t happy about what was happening at all. Obviously, I didn’t lose anything in the process and I still have every single video we’ve ever taken together, but this was another one of her “boundary shifts” that made no sense to me, that appeared out of the blue.
After this ordeal, she did indeed come over that night and all appeared fine. We drank, vaped, talked, had sex a couple of times, and didn’t bring up the incident from earlier ever again. I got her back to the spa via Uber for her 11am boyfriend the next day, and went back to the spa to see her again around 1PM before I caught my train outta the city.
Red flags galore, gentleman. But I kept sprinting right into them like a bull running down a dirt road in Pamplona…
That is, until I was so fed up with mindfucks like these that I couldn’t take it anymore.
My 2023 GFExperience
Title: Review: Allyssa - SL — My 2023 GFExperience - A Full Year In Review
Date: Jan 1, 2024
Phone: 267-585-6866
City: Manhattan
State: NY
Location: Diamond Dist
House Fee & Tip (if applicable) 340
Nationality: Chinese
Age Estimate: 30s
Physical Description: Under 5', Tiny, So cute and Playful, Beautiful smile, Hair below shoulders, bald kitty, no ink
Private Details: Chapter 1: "Don’t call me short!"
Allyssa is a very special woman. But never, and I repeat, NEVER tell her that she’s the “S” word. She might be the smallest and shortest provider that I’ve ever seen, but she doesn’t want to hear it and she will hit you. And you will feel it. I can already feel the pain shooting through my right arm just for saying it in this review, but if you’ve had the chance to see her out and about amongst the masses, it’s mind boggling how tiny she is in comparison to American women, even most other Asian women.
I could have fucked every Japanese, Korean, and Chinese provider at every popular spa in Manhattan, and then some with the amount of money I spent on Allyssa in 2023. I could have written so many TOFTT reviews and furthered my Manhattan monger reputation. Sorry guys! But I’m verified at all the popular spas, so it would not be difficult. Plenty of other women are only a text away, but these days I always choose Alyssa.
In fact, I have other respected member accounts in other cities from years prior where I’ve written 50+ reviews, but because of Allyssa, I had little need to write a lot this past year, so I’ll write about her now.
There’s a lot of talk on these forums about Allyssa’s ability to decipher what each man ‘needs’ and give it to him. I’ll quote her here. “I know men well.” She is quite confident, and rightfully so. One night, after a bottle of wine, I asked her frankly what is it that she thinks I need. She told me that I needed two things in particular. I won’t say here what they are, but she nailed it. And she really does try very hard to give me what I need.
To find any provider with even moderately comparable appearance and service to Allyssa locally, I’d have to drive over 4 hours. And I hate driving. Thankfully, I’m close enough to a train station, but it’s still quite a trek to the big city. But I don’t mind. She’s worth it. But I really wish we had high speed rail in the US, like China….Amtrak is like horseback compared to Chinese high speed rail.
Fortunately, I have a lot of free time, so I plan my travel around her schedule and each time I come to the city, usually a couple of times per month, I spend 2-3 days visiting her each day, usually for multiple visits each day. Can I provide a better compliment for her than that? I don’t think so, but I’ll keep going…
Early in my travels, I visited some other providers, but now I basically just spend my time with Allyssa. I’ve never met another woman in this profession like her. No one else compares. I’ve seen other legends like some famous XOC (RIP) legends like Pearl and Jasmine, JAV stars, Korean legends like Ayana and Sela/Edelweiss and the recently retired Chinese vixen Victoria H. Allyssa lives up to her hype and legendary status and even exceeds it.
Chapter 2: The Legend
Allyssa and I are only a year apart in age and I genuinely enjoy just being around her as much as I enjoy the sex. She’s had such a positive impact on my mind, body and spirit since we met. She has seen quite a significant transformation in my physical appearance over the last year, seeing me lose over 50 pounds since we met. From 240 to 190!
She was the catalyst to my lifestyle change. She encouraged me. She motivated me. And it didn’t hurt that the sex was so great that I wanted to get more fit to fuck with more stamina… there’s always that.
I wish I would have met her when she first arrived in the United States, but unfortunately I showed up a little too late. Oddly enough, on a visit to the now defunct AL, I had the opportunity to visit ‘Viola’ in November 2021, but I chose to see Victoria H that day. I did not meet ‘Viola’ at the time, but I know she was working that day. If only I had been offered a lineup and seen her in it… I would have changed my mind on the spot. More than a year after my first Manhattan massage parlor experience, "Viola" had blossomed into the legend that is now “Allyssa,” by the time I met her.
Legends never die.
We all like to brag, right? That’s why we write these reports. To inform… and to brag. I’ve got a lot of stories I could brag about, but much of that is between the two of us, and it’ll stay that way. But let me say this…. all the love she receives on this forum and others is well-deserved. And I’ll tell a few stories of my own too, just to keep the discussion alive because she deserves to be on the front page of these forums every day. As for the minuscule amount of hate I see from time-to-time, those boys just can’t handle her . That’s ok, you can leave her to me. She doesn’t need me, you, or any single one of us. And that’s just a fact. She’ll be busy either way.
Allyssa is the tiniest woman in the lineup at SL and probably the smallest I’ve seen in over a decade of visiting massage parlors. Under 5 feet tall and tiny with a set of all natural B/C-cups that look fabulous on her. I love natural titties so I’m happy she never enhanced them. She doesn’t need to. Her waist is slimmer than ever and somehow she’s lost weight recently (I assisted her efforts in more ways than I can disclose in public), and her hair always smells amazing. It’s intoxicating. Give it a whiff.
You’ll probably see her with makeup and lashes and she looks stunning, but I’ve been fortunate enough to see her natural beauty many times and in my opinion, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve seen at an AMP in all my years, and I’ve had hundreds of experiences with some incredible women in the last decade. No one compares to Allyssa. I’ve yet to see anyone at SL that I thought was prettier and I’ve seen lineups of 7-8 women as I’ve been leaving on multiple occasions.
Chapter 3: Our First Date
I remember our first ever session so well. I had read most of her reviews for over a year before I met her and decided to go through the verifications in NYC so I could finally book a date. Reading so much about her before I ever met her made me oddly comfortable with her already. I had high expectations. Everyone online raved about this wild freak of a provider, and I went into that first ever session ready for the PSE. She met and exceeded my expectations. I returned the next day.
Nothing seemed off limits. I gently slapped her in the face a few times while she’s on top riding me, wrapped my hands around her neck, had her lick my fingers before I gracefully slip them down her throat, slapped her ass, told her how much I loved her little Chinese pussy. She licked my toes and my ears and my whole body. Deep Rimming, Toy play. You name it. This, that, and the other. It’s a little more tame now, but we still get a little freaky from time to time.
Chapter 4: An ‘Accidental’ Friendship
There was actually an incident that happened only two months into visiting SL and Allyssa that kickstarted our friendship. Wawa outright disrespected me and my time twice in an under 11 hour period and I was furious.
After my second 45 minute wait in less than 11 hours, when I saw Allyssa that late April day, I was piping hot. I think I spent the first 20 minutes just venting to her and she was trying to calm me down. I couldn’t even sustain an erection that day I was so mad.
Wawa offers me an extra 20 minutes on the house but I had a train to catch so I couldn’t really even make much use of it. It completely ruined my entire trip to have my last day shortened and to only be offered a free 20 minutes which I couldn’t even use. After all, I had plenty of other options. I could have went to other spas to visit other providers, but I was spending all of my hobby money at SL and on Allyssa, so I think I had every right to be pissed off.
I remember that day very well because from the time I left the spa until I arrived back home that evening and well into that night, Allyssa did not stop texting me unless she got busy. I had her complete and undivided attention that day and I used that opportunity, and every day since, to get to know her in ways that I never imagined possible.
So thanks for that Wawa. Without you, I might never have been presented the opportunity to get to know her on a more human level. I certainly wanted to all along, but I didn’t really have any cracks presented for me to penetrate through her thick shield of armor until that day. I seized that opportunity to start developing a more personal relationship with her, in addition to the already professional relationship that we were enjoying immensely. And we still are.
To be clear, Wawa and I are on good terms now. She probably barely remembers me though because I see Daisy most of the time, and Daisy is extremely kind to me and has more than made up for any of the store’s past mistakes. Daisy treats me like a king.
Chapter 5: Red Dresses and Red Marks
Several months ago. I gave her a relatively cheap form fitting red dress that I had her model for me. Something that we could tear to pieces if we wanted to — and we did. The fabric was elastic so I used it as leverage wrapped around her waist to pull her into me in doggy and later on she tightly tied the spaghetti straps around my cock as she sucked and licked all over my shaft.
I can still see that image burned in my vision for life. It’s one of the hottest sex scenes that I have been a participant in my lifetime. I don’t know what came out in her in that moment, but she turned into Allyssa on steroids bobbing up and down, spit-shining my shaft, never breaking eye contact, with both arms crossed pulling those spaghetti-straps as tightly as she could like the hottest porn clip I’ve ever seen.
She needs an Onlyfans.
She’s even left love bites on my neck after several sessions (with my consent), forcing me to wear makeup and collared shirts for a week whenever I leave my house and telling me not to hide her marks in public because “I want everyone to know my baby is taken”…. I don’t really care too much about the “spa act,” but it’s still fucking hot to hear her say things like that, so her occasional hyperbole is welcome. Boost my ego, 宝贝.
Sometimes she spits in my mouth randomly, just a little bit, or steals the gum I’m chewing and starts chewing it for herself. Occasionally we’ll share our “blue toast” mouthwash as we DFK in the shower and it drips down our bodies. Or we just projectile spit it onto each other, cuz we’re cool like that. And she’s always willing to snowball, but I’ve aways denied it.
Sometimes when I am really lazy, we’ll just lie around and relax while she watches TikTok and she’ll scroll through her videos as she scratches and rubs my face as we cuddle. She also likes to sing to me. I love her listening to her little tunes and often find myself trying to join her in song with my broken Chinese.
I also like to give her massages and rub her tiny little feet occasionally too. I’ve even helped peel dead skin off her feet from a spa treatment she had on them. The feelings of intimacy in these moments is sometimes a little overwhelming. In fact, I think I crave her affection and gentle touch more than I crave the sex at times.
Chapter 6: A Tongue straight outta Fort fuckin Knox
After reading over a year of reviews, I’d always wanted a table shower from Allyssa. To my dismay, when I first met her the renovations had begun and the TS was just removed from SL so I was never able to get one. Then a few days after JB said they were back in order, I made a spontaneous trip into the city a few days later to surprise her. Normally I make plans months or weeks in advance, but I needed that TS and I got it.
Oh my god, it was amazing!
The table shower was everything I dreamed of and more. It was such a tease and such a sight with those amazing tits, relative to her petite stature, to be sliding over my body. The sensations were overwhelming. Particularly when she she starts caressing her tits with my feet. It’s oddly pleasurable; it feels so damn good. On top of that, the rimming, the p2p, bbbj, dfk, the licking and sucking on my neck and ears all the way down my back to my ass, then down my legs and onto to my feet. Tease me, tease me, tease me. I fucking love it.
A great table shower is worth its weight in gold, and Allyssa’s got a tongue straight outta Fort fuckin’ Knox.
This table shower goes on for at least 20 minutes, maybe longer. I’m pretty sure we’ve had a 30 minute table shower too. The spa was not busy at all, however, on this particular day. I expect on a busy day it’ll have to move faster. But I didn’t want it to end and I had booked multiple hours and multiple visits that day — as I always do.
Chapter 7: A Birthday to Remember
About a month or so after my first TS, I turned the tables on her when I surprised her (with Daisy’s excellent assistance) and visited for another multi-hour date on her birthday and gave her a table shower!
She thought I was sitting at home watching football in my home theater, but I was on a train on my way to visit her. The look of shock on her face when I walked into her room is something I will remember forever. I knew she was taking a nap because we had been texting that morning, so right before I arrived, I sent her a message to “wake up sleepyhead.” For the first 30 seconds upon my arrival, she was so groggy from just waking up, and looked so dazed and confused. I had just spent time with her less than a week prior, so she wasn’t expecting me to come back only a few days later…
But I wasn’t missing her birthday. I was already planning to give her a birthday table shower before I arrived for the second time that day, but when I saw her condition upon my arrival, after some crazy BDSM session, I knew she needed it.
I was visibly concerned about her, and she can read my face from a mile away. When I arrived, she had marks all over her body where she had been tied up, very tightly, enough to leave red marks and imprints all over her arms and legs, with a big red mark on her chest as well. If anyone wants to do this kind of session with her, it will require consent and a large tip FYI. But she reassured me that she was fine and we continued on, drinking some Blue Moon and eating some Lady M for a few more hours into the night.
And very recently, in the last few weeks, she washed my hair in the table shower. That was an experience of a lifetime! I highly suggest having her wash your hair after your release. Those nails digging into my scalp, while I lie there, in ecstasy, is pure bliss. My body was tingling all over. I can feel it as I write this. Exquisite.
Chapter 8: “Service” Royalty
…Back to the room, but before we leave the shower, she still remembers to flip my shower sandals around for me (service queen), and I do the same for her (service king), before we lock hands and give each other a devilish grin as we begin our usual routine right after I open up her top toy drawer and grab the big dildo and suction it to the mirror so she can suck it and caress it for my viewing pleasure, while I plow her in doggy. I can’t help myself. I love watching hot Asian women sucking and fucking real or fake cock.
Sometimes I spend the first few minutes back in the room just gazing into her eyes, with my right fingers caressing her cheek, and my left hand holding her chin or gently wrapped around her throat, caressing her soft and supple spinner physique while seemingly staring into the depths of her soul, or at least it feels that way to me. Allyssa’s eyes = wow factor. Those big, round, beautiful brown eyes, with or without the fake lashes…. When they’re locked onto yours, she doesn’t break eye contact, and it’s heaven on earth.
My favorite position is always ACG. Her pussy drips juices all over me every time. I’m not even kidding. I can feel her tiny juicebox releasing that sweet nectar all over my pelvis from the second she gets on top. Like a leaky faucet. Drip, drip, drip.
When she stands up on the balls of her feet and just slides up and down my shaft as fast as she can while DFK until I cum, that’s paradise. Sometimes she will slow it down because she knows I like it slow. I get way more sensation when I fuck slow compared to fast, so I genuinely prefer a slower pace for the first 80% of the way, and then going balls to the wall to finish.
But in this position I don’t have to do any of the work. I just lie there and let her do her thing. And when I finish she lies there on top of me, in zero rush to move. Sometimes I’ll flip her over from CG to mish without letting Jr slip out, so I can get a few more post nut pumps while our sweaty bodies continue gliding in unison as we DFK.
Chapter 9: Persistence and Pleasure!
I don’t know where she finds the energy day-after-day, but she never seems to tire. She’s as hard working as they come and provides the same experience at 10AM as she does at 2AM. I would know. But on the inside, she gets exhausted. She just never lets (most of) us know it. I like a little mix of reality and fantasy, so most of the time I don’t get the “spa act” anymore and if I think she’s too tired, I take it easy her — because I can always tell.
Someone on this site posted an article a while back about the women working in Massage parlors, and if I didn’t know she wasn’t in the country when this article was written, I would think the person being interviewed was one of the SL/DDY mamasans and the woman they’re referring to making all that bank was Allyssa.
https://thechinaproject.com/2020/01/30/chinese-moms-in-americas-illicit-massage-parlors/
So time was running out for this particular date, and to be frank, I don’t need the amount of sex I have with her. It’s often times a little too much sex in too short a time period, but I like being in her presence and we were going for another round, so I pulled out my phone and had her watch my ‘liked’ porn clips on twitter with me as she edged me slowly, just like I like it.
If you’ve never had her gently stroke you and edge you with just the tips of her nails, for an extended period of time, trust me. Just do it. I usually have her hop on top to finish me off ACG when I get close, but I can usually always get a final finish at the end with a little help from the audio/visual in porn and she’s always laser focused on watching it with me and saying how the dicks in porn are too big.
I know I’ve seen some mongers ask if providers mind watching porn with you. Allyssa doesn’t mind ;). In fact she actually loves it. She told me her favorite genre is JAV and even pulled up her pornhub history on her phone and showed it to me. She has a new toy that I gave her for her own personal pleasure that I hope she’ll get some use out of while browsing her favorite scenes.
Chapter 10: Beaming with Joy!
To end the fabulous year of 2023, I decided to visit her one last time, even though we have seen a lot of each other over the last several weeks. In fact, it was 11PM on 12/30 when I decided to make the trip. We were texting and I told her I hoped she wasn’t busy around midnight on NYE so she could go out and countdown the New Year around Times Square.
Even though I’d already spent a lot of time with her over the last few weeks, Immediately I thought to myself… “ You have the power to make that happen. Just do it.” If I visit for several hours and book the end of the night with her, I can be certain that she gets to leave the spa and bring in 2024 with me on the streets of Manhattan, not stuck inside the spa.
So I asked her if she would consent to go out with me. Of course, she said yes, and then I texted Daisy to block off the time for us. I got packed over the next couple of hours and headed to the train station without even going to bed that night.
Immediately upon arriving at Penn I checked into my hotel and made my way to SL for my first few hours of they day. Then, I went back to my hotel for a nap, before returning to bring in the New Year with Allyssa.
Upon my arrival, first, we fucked. We did this position we’ve never done before where I sit right on the edge of the bed then she got on top and started riding me with her hands around my neck as she’s semi hanging off the bed and I’m supporting her and pulling her into me with my arms around her waist. It felt fucking amazing. I finished in like 3 minutes and this is after 3 pops with her earlier in the day.
After fucking, I helped her get dressed and wrapped her up in her‘ goose’, I tidied her cashmere scarf, and she rubs some of her chapstick on my lips and hers before we head out of her room where Daisy tells us how cute we look and takes a picture of us. It was so damn cute. Daisy was beaming herself. She looked so happy. I love Daisy!
I bought some hats, glasses, and etc with flashing lights from random street vendors before I arrived, so we were all blinged out.
After we stepped out of the spa, she was hungry and wanted a Diet Coke and a hot dog so we grabbed those from a street cart and after taking several bites for herself, she feeds me as we traverse through the maze of people out and about. We got as close as we could to all the action and she was beaming the whole time.
The smile on her face while we were holding hands, bumping hips and walking down the street was positively radiant. I have spent a lot of time with Allyssa and I have never seen her so happy. I couldn’t stop smiling either. I couldn’t stop staring at her smile. That moment is imprinted in my memory forever. It was absolutely perfect.
As we’re walking around Bryant Park, she sees a homeless man that seems to be in agony, and she grabs a $10 from her pocket and asks me to place it into his tin. I always tell her to be careful about interacting with the homeless, but she always wants to help, so we drop a $10 into his tin and head on into the action.
After the countdown to midnight, I got my kiss, and we headed back to SL. I was her last fuck of 2023 and her first fuck of 2024. Just as I planned it, albeit, very very last minute. I had only 4 hours to pack and book my travel accommodations before heading out for the train.
I originally planned to spend NYE in the city and come home the next day, but I ended up staying an extra night, went back to see her several times the next day and for a final visit before I left the following day as well.
Chapter 11: We Prepare for Chapter 12…
What more can I say? Can I speak more highly of a provider? To be clear, she’s more than just a “provider” to me, but I think I’ve made that pretty clear. For me 2023 was the year of Allyssa.
Line her pockets, fellas. Keep her busy. Make her want to stay in Manhattan for as long as possible, but it won’t be forever…
She is worth every penny. Allyssa is a legend for a reason. She is an international treasure. You will never meet anyone else quite like her.
Recommendation: Yes
Chapter 12: "Adding to the Collection" - Allyssa - SL
Date: Jan 17, 2024
Phone: 267-585-6866
City: Manhattan
State: NY
Location: Diamond Dist
House Fee & Tip (if applicable) 340
Nationality: Chinese
Age Estimate: 30s
Physical Description: 5', Tiny, Cute, Perfect smile, Hair below shoulders, bald kitty, no ink
Private Details: Amazon delivered a few goodies that I needed to get into Allyssa’s hands to add to her ever-growing collection of items from me inside her room. From phone chargers, to sex toys, and sexy dresses, to lube, medicine, candy, handbags and dental care, there’s something I’ve given her or inspired her to buy, in every drawer.
Upon my early arrival I’m led into the kitchen by Daisy. This is pretty common. She told me one morning that the kitchen is only for “very close friends and family” and I spend a lot of time in there, so I guess I’ve been bumped from “Silver” to “Gold” to “Platinum” status, much like my Marriott Bonvoy Rewards Membership. 4 PM checkouts are the tits, guys. But seriously, I love the fringe benefits.
I’m always instructed to eat if have a wait and sometimes I’ll dig in for a few bites. Auntie does a great job keeping the ladies fed. And Daisy always brings me water or anything I ask for. I was introduced to “Lao Gan Ma” in this kitchen and it was a life changing discovery.
Seriously, Daisy’s “service” as MMS is second to none. She never rushes me. She lets me eat and always offers me my own large room if I’m waiting and it’s not busy. She always offers to bring me water or beer. She scoops rice from the rice cooker and gives me a bowl with a set of clean chopsticks. I absolutely love her! Chinese women are the best — when they want to be.
Many months ago I asked Allyssa if she was satisfied with the food they cook up at the spa, and she told me it’s very good. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to try it and I agree. It’s always delicious. Those chicken feet SMACK. It was probablyJuly of last year when Alyssa first saved me a chicken foot from the daily dinner spread and when I arrived she heated it up and we ate it together. I couldn’t believe how delicious it tasted. I’ve used chicken feet to help make my chicken stocks more gelatinous in the past, but this was my first time eating one by itself, and I found a new love for Chinese food that day and brought out my 60k BTU gas burner and Wok for the first time in years to cook dinner later the following week.
On the first of 3 days in the city, Fairy appears in the kitchen with her blue lingerie as I am waiting, and I talk to her for a bit. I pulled out the replica 10 inch “Monster Thrusting Cock” to show her and she immediately says that she knows all about that toy from her doubles with Allyssa.
I had to repurchase this toy for her because she broke the old one during a performance with one of you guys. I still remember her text, “baby, I broke the toy.” LMAO. She’s gives it her all! I simply sent her a “Superwoman” gif after that message.
Daisy asked me to do 30 minutes with Fairy during my wait, and although tempting, I decline because I felt like it was a one or two pop kinda session and I wanted to save them for Allyssa. But Fairy can get it. This girl is super cute and sweet and of all the providers at SL, I’d recommend her and Allyssa in a heartbeat over anyone else. It’s not even close.
I saw one of the Latinas too, but I forgot to ask her name. Not impressed. Too fake looking with a fat ass, but too much ass for me. On day 3, I saw Sily, pronounced “silly” and Sara and both were mids, no thanks.
Sara’s body is decent with a tattoo on her right shoulder, but taller than I prefer. Sily, less so, but I just didn’t find their faces or their aura to be up to par for that price point.
No wonder Allyssa is always so busy, these $500 and $600 providers pail in comparison IMO. Perhaps they’re a blast in the sack, but I’d walk out before picking either of them from a lineup at that price. $600 can get you 1hr BBFSCIP and video with almost any Japanese provider on the first visit. I don't understand this price-point at all... but spend it rich boys. the ladies don't mind. I'm probably in the top 10% of income earners in this country, but I can't compete with that top 1%. You boys do your thing. The only "Top 1%" category I occupy is my Myers-Briggs personality type, INFJ.
Allyssa finally appears in the kitchen and I tell her to eat a little something from the spread even though it cuts into my time. I know there’s someone right after me, so I won’t get much “OT” today, but I have to be considerate because I talk to her constantly and I know her better than the average client. I am fully aware that she has no time to eat until late in the evenings on some busy days and this was going to be a busy day and night.
When it’s not busy I’m never rushed out, so I really don’t mind losing a little time here and there. But I wouldn’t accept less time from anyone else. Not a chance. She gives me a few special privileges too, so I try to return the favors where I can.
And it’s always nice to share a meal with Allyssa, especially when she feeds me and pats my mouth clean with a tissue like I’m a little baby. Or when she removes the Sichuan peppercorns from the dish because she’s worried I’ll eat them. It was so cute one time watching her take her chopsticks and remove at least 15 peppercorns from my plate. Another time I watched her swallow a boiled egg whole. Just plopped it into her mouth and swallowed it whole. My eyes grew wide and I was ready to perform the heimlich maneuver. Thankfully, it went right down her throat, just like my cock.
I pulled out an iPad full of my favorite porn when we got to the room and Allyssa got a kick out of some of the “PMV” scenes I’d added to my collection. It’s a little overstimulating at times tbh. Next up, I unveil the toy she’s been asking me to repurchase for weeks. She’s a happy camper when I slap that fat cock back home onto her mirror, but unfortunately we ended up talking a little too much, losing track of time, and I didn’t get her best performance that day. It happens.
I also brought her a new “wedge pillow”. It’s inside her dresser. You might want her to put a new pillowcase on it if you use it because I had her bent over it in lazy dog pounding away while the Vina Sky creampie compilation on my iPad blends perfectly with her sweet moans while I make that cute little ass of hers clap.
She also has a new black anal toy. It's thin and long, sort of like an anal toothbrush. It'll clean out your insides, for sure. It’s on the smaller side, so very suitable for newbies, and this one she actually purchased herself at a store in Flushing. It has a strong vibration, but my ass wasn’t ready for it yet, so I’ll leave that toy to you guys.
We’ll fast forward a little...
The final day rolls around and before I head back home, I stop by SL with a couple lattes from Starbucks on a cold snowy Friday morning. Allyssa knows exactly how to warm me up! Today is less talking and more action. All the acronyms were observed, no one needs a play-by-play at this point. We all know what goes on behind closed doors with Allyssa. There’s been over 700 reviews. If you don’t know at this point, what can I tell ya?
It’s as wild as you want it to be. She just needs to add a little more dirty talk into her spa persona and her act would be perfect.
If you want her to be crazy and aggressive, be crazy and aggressive with her. She’ll more than match your intensity. If you’re more gentle, she will be as well, but with a distinctive slutty vibe nonetheless.
The GFExperience continues. What will Chapter 13 hold? Perhaps a “meet and greet” with some of you fine gentlemen?
I’ve already had the pleasure to meet one of you on this forum for a drink and based on the interest in the SL thread in the private forum, I think we need to make more of these meet and greets happen. Just say the word!
Chapter 13: “We Made Porn?” Allyssa - Shangrila - SL
Date: Feb 20, 2024
Phone: 267-585-6866
City: Manhattan
State: NY
Location: Diamond Dist
House Fee & Tip (if applicable) 340
Nationality: Chinese
Age Estimate: 30s
Physical Description: small enough to throw her around, all natural, no tats
Private Details: I’ve gotten several PMs from members here telling me that they want me to continue writing my chapters about Allyssa, so here ya go.
This is a two parter from late January and the most recent dates were a couple of weeks ago.
In late January, Fairy was standing there with Allyssa when I walked in and she joined us in the room for about 2 minutes. I know the two of them are famous for doing doubles, so I beckoned her over to my bag and pulled out the newest toy to add to Allyssa’s evolving collection. This is a toy for them to use together! It’s a red double-sided dildo, about 16-18 inches in length — and I showed them some gif clips of how they can use it together, so have fun fellas. I’d watch them “work” all day if I could. And maybe I’ll use it on both of them in Chapter 14… It’s probably gonna happen soon.
Fairy left the room after giving me a peck on the lips and then Allyssa grabs my bag, starts rummaging through it and finds what she’s seeking. Almond joy! She loves those candies ever since I introduced them to her, and she knows there’s always one in my bag. I stopped by CVS and bought her a 5-pack when I returned the next day after I ran an errand for her at the Burberry store.
Fast-forward to a couple weeks ago… I rode the elevator up with a new friend. When I stepped inside, I saw he’d already selected the same floor I was heading to and he spoke to me, so I started talking to him on the way up. I have no problem talking to strangers about this hobby, and he told me he was seeing Kloe and I told him I’ve seen Allyssa so many times I stopped counting. Daisy opened the door for us, a welcomed surprise because I was expecting Wawa, and I headed straight to Allyssa’s room while he sat in the cubby waiting for Kloe.
As I was about to head to the exit shower, he was standing with Daisy by the door. Alyssa tried to stop me from walking out of her room, but I knew it was him so I walked right out, dragging her along with me by the hand like I own the place. She looked stunned. Saying “Your Friend?” In amazement. I said “Hope you had fun buddy,” and told him “this is Allyssa,” because he told me on the elevator that he had never met her.
Later on, when we got back into the room, she says to me, “How do you know him,” and I told her the elevator story. She couldn’t believe it. She said often times they see clients refuse to ride the elevators together, so she was surprised that I just hopped on there with him.
I started DFK almost immediately this day. We were both sitting in the middle of the bed ‘Indian-style,’ (is that derogatory now?), before we decided to cross our legs around each other’s waist, and then we just DFK for ages. I didn’t want to stop so we just kept at it like two teenagers in the backseat for a solid 5 minutes.
Then I started lapping her pussy and ass like a puppy. Deep DATO. I spread it wide and got up inside that tight little asshole. I grabbed her by the hips and brought her close to me so that my cock is rubbing P2P while her legs are wrapped around my lower back. Then I lean her back a little bit so I can get a good visual, and inside I go, while we continue to kiss and caress one another as we chat, and my cock slowly ebbs and flows. It’s like we’re having a casual chat, but my dick is inside her. Gotta love it. There is no porn on the iPad for this first pop, but the 2nd pop got interesting….
First, I need to tell some backstory. So the year is 2013. I have no idea massage parlors exist. I learned about massage parlors from an episode of the TV show “Weeds,” when one of the GOAT characters in TV history, Andy, takes his teenage nephew to get his first happy ending. That scene piqued my curiosity, and here we are today. Take a look. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rZGrVevdNA
Anyways, later in 2013, I found this website named NuruMassage.com. I have almost every video they’ve released saved on my 100TB home server and recently Vina Sky did a scene with them.
Allyssa knows I love me some Vina. We watch a lot of porn together, so I put on the NuruMassage scene and she immediately says the male talent in the video looks extremely familiar to her. Maybe he comes to the spa? I forgot to ask her after we were done.
We start making out again after the first pop, and then she starts mirroring Vina’s moves. Everything Vina does to the guy in the video, she started doing to me. I didn’t realize it at first, but when I finally caught on, my sexual energy leaps off the charts.
25 year old me would have never imagined that any of this was possible.
See the video we mirrored here @ around 32minute mark for the RCG portion of the scene, https://bigfuck.tv/video/866620/amateur-vina-sky-massage/
Literally every time Vina changed her rhythm or position, Allyssa mirrored it. Slow strokes from Vina, slow strokes from Allyssa. Notice how Vina changed her RCG position and rhythm several times while staying in RCG. Allyssa did the same. I was sitting back watching her in the mirror do the same exact shit to me that was happening in the porn. Wow. That was new — and that was hot!
I tried to time pop #2 when the guy finished in the video, but I was about 80% of the way, and when I get 80% there, it’s time to pound it out. I got vocal, Allyssa got vocal, the porn volume is full blast. Sex fills the air. Beads of sweat are pouring down her back as it drips from my forehead and my whole body is covered in sweat. No Nuru gel required for the slip-n-slide.
After I filled her up, I lie on top of her and finally pulled out after grinding for a while in prone while she tickles my balls with her nails, then I turned her onto her back, grabbed her calves and spread her legs apart, pull her pussy close to my face and take a taste of that wet sloppy mess for a few seconds before giving her a final DFK so she could get a taste of us too. Then we chatted for a few more minutes and cleaned up our mess.
Until next time...
Chapter 14: “'Clever Girl'” Allyssa - Shangrila - SL
Date: Mar 10, 2024
Phone: 267-585-6866
City: Manhattan
State: NY
Location: Diamond Dist
House Fee & Tip (if applicable) 340 +60
Nationality: Chinese
Age Estimate: 30s
Physical Description: Under 5', Tiny woman, Beautiful face, Perfect teeth, Natural Cs, Lasered Bald Kitty
Private Details: I didn’t have any major plans for Ch 14. I didn’t think our date would even be “review worthy.” I planned to bring a mount to hang my iPad on her mirror.. until… @cher_cheri mentioned something about a projector and I was intrigued.
Did I have time to get all the components in? Probably. Is her room even suitable for a projector? Maybe. Are there electrical outlets where we need them? No idea, so better buy an extension cord and some outlet extenders. These are just a few thoughts I had before trying to make this happen. In case you couldn’t tell, I like to be prepared.
I bought a projector, several cables and extensions, and filled up a USB drive with some porn, including a few of my personal favorite scenes, and I also encoded the first two episodes of Game of Thrones with Dual Chinese and English subtitles, but more about that later.
I told Allyssa several days before I was coming that I had a surprise for her. And that this time it wasn’t a sex toy. She was intrigued, as she always is. She’s the type of person that has to open a gift immediately upon receipt. She LOVES gifts. She looks like a little kid on Christmas morning every time she opens anything — it really is the cutest.
I hooked up the projector in my hotel and decided to do a little edging session before I went to the spa. I had Vina and Jasmine projected onto the ceiling of my hotel while I was washing up and getting ready, and there was this little part of me that wanted to keep it for myself, but of course, I packed it up and took it to her room… And bought another one for myself a few days later to travel with lol.
The spa wasn’t busy upon my arrival. I was greeted by Daisy and made my way straight to her room. I didn’t want to waste too much time, so before we even greeted one another I pulled out the projector from its travel case and to her surprise,I started plugging in cords and moving things around. Before she started rummaging through my bag looking for candy, I just pulled out a bunch of it to keep her occupied. I brought Almond Joy and Reeses eggs to keep her happy during the installation process.
Once I plugged it in she realized what was going on and her eyes lilt up. She was so happy with this gift. We tried differing placements for about 5 minutes, and none of them were ideal so she left the room and came back with some scissors and kitchen twine…. Time to rig some shit up, but it worked!
I held the projector in place as she tied string around it to secure it around the back walking bars on the ceiling, and she tied the knots. “Clever girl,” I say to her as she’s doing this. She ties a good knot! It’s continued to hold in place, and as of this afternoon 4/2, it was still holding strong because she sent me a pic of her watching porn a few hours ago LOL. That being said, I did buy her a projector ceiling mount that I am going to ‘try’ to install next trip, if I can find a place to mount it. We shall see.
After we got the projector installed, I put on some porn and she was beaming. “Turn it up,” she says RE: the volume. And then she pulled up some Taiwanese porn on her phone and I plug in her phone so she can see how the screen mirroring feature works. Its simple, plug in your USB-C phone and switch from the USB drive “Input” to the HDMI “input” on the Home Screen of the projector. Couldn’t be easier…There's also a lightning adapter cable inside the projector case, if anyone needs it.
I think this might have been her favorite gift so far.
Before we started DFK, she told me something that made me a very happy boy. I started beaming at that point, and then the barrage of DFK began. Jr got inserted to warm up while we kissed, and we were off to the races. But this was a quick race. A 5 minute race. After a couple of weeks without sex, and about 4 days without masturbating, it never takes me too long for that first pop. After which we just cuddled and continued playing with the projector.
“You’re irresistible and adorable. I can’t say no to you,” she says to me at some point. These are always words I love to hear. Beaming, I am. She knows she has me right where she wants me.
As I said, the spa wasn’t very busy, and there was no rush that day so I stuck around for a while. This is one of the the little perks I have when the spa isn’t filled with mongers, but when it’s busy, I always try to be respectful to the guy behind me and get out of there on time. But eventually, I made my way back to my hotel to get in a quick nap…
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… After going to bed around 5AM, I woke up and vomited around 8AM lol. First time I’ve thrown up from alcohol in almost a decade. I suppose the mix of white wine, red wine, and beer, in that order, wasn’t the best combo, but #NoRegrets.
I made my appointment the next day much later in the evening. I think it was after 8PM. I basically just stayed in bed all day. I was out of it, and I didn’t even really want to go to the spa that evening, but I finally got some food on my stomach and started to feel better, so off I went to glare into the diamonds.
I was a little early arriving and had a short wait on day 2. Daisy gave me my own room. I think it was Mia’s old room. The one with the AC. I took off my shoes, laid on the bed and waited for a few minutes before I was invited to the room I’ve spent many, many hours inside.
I was in a very laid-back mood. Lack of sleep, Lack of food, hungover, upset stomach all day… You all can imagine. We gave each other mutual massages because we both needed them. Hers was better than mine. I really need to upgrade my massage skills, but I find that I am much better rubbing her crusty little feet than I am trying to massage her back. She did seem to love it when I was massaging her glutes though. And when I started rubbing her little feet, she just laughed, because she knew exactly what I was going to say…
She noticed some blackheads on my forehead and started picking them. I didn’t even know they were there, but she kept on pickin’. Next thing I know she’s found 5 of them, and my face was bleeding in a few spots, so she grabbed a tissue to clean me up.
We get to the sex eventually, and I got a little bit into it with the TeenFidelity Lulu Chu scene playing. This guy dicks Lulu down real good, better than I ever could, and we tried a few of the odd positions in that particular video. At one point she’s on her back and I lift her up so her ass in in the air and her head and upper back are touching the bed. I was holding her up by grabbing her lower back while I’m in a squatting position just pumping away and pulling her into me. I have to give it to myself, that felt different, and I kind of liked it. But just like the girls when they do ACG, that lactic acid builds up fast and you feel the burn, so we were back in basic mish after a few minutes of that.
I still need to lose about 20 more pounds before we do that posish for any sustained period of time lmao.
When the guy in the porn cums inside little Lulu’s pussy and keeps pumping with all his jizz leaking out, I grab Alyssa by the throat and position her head in place so she can watch it while I am pumping away in standing mish on the edge of the bed so she can get a preview of what’s to come.
Throughout these sessions, I try to practice my Chinese too. I have been trying to learn how to most efficiently learn Chinese for the last 6-8 months, considering full immersion isn’t an option at the moment. Over the last few months my ability to speak meaningful dialogue has improved significantly and I am almost at an HSK 1 speaking level. I can actually make many basic sentences and I have a solid fundamental understanding of basic grammar and sentence structure, etc. But there is still a LONG road ahead. I know the most common 200 words by heart, but to reach conversational fluency takes ~3500-5,000 words.
I started talking to her about “measure words” in the Chinese language. “Ge” is the general measure word and can be used to describe “a unit” of almost anything, but certain items like computers, liquids, microwaves, wheeled vehicles, books, homes and businesses, and etc have their own special “unit” measurement. She got a kick out of explaining a few more of these types of words to me.
Imagine it like this. In English we have “flocks of sheep,” “herds of cattle,” “mugs of beer,” “bars of soap…” Same concept. And in order to sound like a native, one needs to know these measurement units, even though I have read that by using just ‘ge” every time, most people would still understand what you mean.
For anyone that’s wondering what I have found to be the best learning materials. Paul Noble’s Mandarin audiobooks should be #1, with Pimsleur a close second. Learn Pinyin first. Just take the time and do it. And YouTubers like YoYo Chinese and Mandarin Blueprint are excellent. Hello talk is a good way to talk to more native speakers. I also use Anki and if anyone wants my Mandarin Anki deck, it’s by far the best one I have ever found, so just let me know and I will send a link to you through PM. It features over 5,000 words with audio, photos, pinyin, explanations. Everything you can imagine. Anki might take a little time to setup, but it’s worth the effort because the spaced repetition algorithm really helps you retain what you learn.
Day 3 rolls around and after getting a little bit more sleep on Night 2, I was feeling better, but still quite tired. It was definitely going to be a one pop day and we went at it with the porn projected on her wall in the background for a solid 40 minutes. I was just ready to get to the finish line and by the time we were done I was a sweaty mess.
We had some time left over so we cuddled for a while and I thought this was the perfect time to watch a little Game of Thrones with her, so I grabbed the remote and pulled it up.
I’ve been trying to convince her to watch GoT for several months. I added Episode 1 and 2 to her USB drive and added a Chinese/English subtitle file so that they both appear on screen at the same time. If you’ve ever seen a Chinese language movie at the theater with English subs, it’s exactly the same. Hanzi on top with English on the bottom. Now I need to find some more content with pinyin, Hanzi and English as that would be a perfect source of comprehensible input.
I showed her my favorite characters in GOT… Can any of you guess who my favorite character is? No hints needed, right? It’s Tyrion.
IMO, he’s the best character in TV history so I showed her his introductory scene in the brothel with Rose, which, in case you were wondering, is where the title of this review comes from. They were cuddling in bed, and so were we. “Don’t you know what a closed door means inside a whorehouse, brother,?” Tyrion says to Jaime after he barges into the room.
I peer to my right at the closed door with my arm around this beautiful woman. All felt right in the world.
Then I showed her a couple of scenes with Dany and Jon Snow, and hopefully it piqued her interest enough to give it a watch sometime.
She told me she looked up the ratings and her favorite Chinese TV show has a 9.2 rating, while Game of Thrones has a 9.5, so she’s definitely intrigued.
Once again, the whole spa was pretty quiet, so there was no rush. As I was getting dressed, I asked her for a chicken foot from the kitchen. She sent me a pic of her breakfast that morning and I saw them on the table, but these were brown in color, which looked different than what I had seen in the past. I’ve only had the yellow colored chicken feet, so I asked her to grab one for me to eat. She came back from the kitchen with two, and watched me gnaw at it (incorrectly lol) while we chatted and got dressed.
Apparently, the brown type are braised, while the yellow type are salted. They’re both quite good and I gnawed at it for a while, which reminded me of a long night from last October, but I’ll keep that to myself. :).
Eventually she gets annoyed at me for eating the chicken foot incorrectly, so she grabs it and takes a bite, showing me how to eat it correctly. I thought I was going to chip a tooth LOL.
As I finished my little snack, I remember something that I had been meaning to ask her about for a while. I wanted a Chinese name, and who better to name me than her?
For a few seconds she thought about it, then she said it to me aloud, and then into the translator so I could fully understand with the pinyin.
I can’t say my full Chinese name on here because it includes her real surname, but I am henceforth:
[Her Surname] 大强
[Her Surname] Dà qiáng. “Dah Chee Ong”, if you need a phonetic assist.
It means “Big and Strong” or “powerful”.
I’ll take it.
After being fed, fondled, fucked, and furnished a new name, unfortunately it was time to catch my train back home.
Until next time..