Well I am truly flattered Asianhobbyist…not only did you create an entire account on this site because of me, you also did your review with such gusto that you skipped right over that inadequate word NO and chose the HELL NO! so the readers could truly understand the level of torture you endured at the hands of Alexa Allure…..
And on that note, I have been eager to respond to your review and your other comments on the thread (it was hilarious by the way…..you’re a fantastic wordsmith of literary fiction! So talented….)
Unfortunately this is the first time I’ve been available to respond. For some reason beyond all comprehension, there is a plethora of men requesting repeat sessions of my horrible, shitty demeanor and my worst-provider-ever job skills. I know, it IS hard to believe, since your review made it so blatantly clear that your pet donkey would have been a wiser choice than seeing me. But I digress….
It would take an amount of time I neither have nor desire to waste on you to dissect the clusterfuck of idiosyncrasies, resemblant to a pinball machine in your brain, which resulted in such a delusional view of our encounter. So I will simply leave you with a word of advice for any future encounters with your victims, I mean, with the providers (oh and just to be clear, I could give you one tip per day for a solid year to address every part of you that is socially unacceptable and repulsive - this is just one of the many) - -
DO NOT yank the condom off abruptly in an attempt to share your man-juices with the exact location of her body that the condom is keeping that shit AWAY from. I would expect a more advanced level of awareness and commitment to personal hygiene from a person who claims their hobby number to be 400+.
Yeah, I put up with you for 6 hours instead of 12, and it was 6 hours too long. Did I mention that it's normal adult behavior to speak when arranging and ending a session? It sure made things interesting when you randomly went into the other room and got dressed in complete silence, and then let the sound of the front door closing tell me that you were leaving. But, on the upside, after all this time I can FINALLY say I know what it’s like to have a horrible client. So thank you for that…I was beginning to think that there was no such thing. Now I know - you do exist.
So here's what happens next....you, predictably, will conjure your retort to bolster your low self-esteem, rally with your supporters who have never seen me but will jump on any bandwagon so why not this one, and you'll post as many ridiculous things as possible. Whatever you need to work through online to get you through this mental and physical meltdown in your life - you go right on ahead. I'll even pretend to be upset if it helps you feel better about yourself. So good luck with that.
Cheers,
Alexa