Review Capri (La Belle de Luxe) – solo and loving it
daok
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- Apr 15, 2025
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I thought I’d treat myself to one last massage before I leave these chilly Isles for mortal combat in the desert. The receptionist at my new go-to place, La Belle, gave me the available selection. Still, she had a preferred lady in mind for me: “Capri is more experienced now, and more confident than her first day” (at least someone’s reading my stuff) – and Capri proved to be so.
There was a little hiccup upon entering, as I bumped into a slightly shamefaced Asian man making for the exit—I, of course, didn’t give a shit. But we are back on track as gorgeous Capri bounds out (from somewhere) and gives me a hug. She’s dressed in a baby-doll number and a winning smile.
Showered, we share our nakedness in the room. Capri is pretty, with a slim, athletic body encased in the most beautifully soft skin. But what’s most striking about Capri is her small-town friendliness and unpretentiousness. She’s a joy to spend time with. Capri certainly has the chops when it comes to the art of sensual massage. As with all the girls I’ve experienced at La Belle, Capri gets that a sensual massage needs to be sexy from the get-go. Not relentlessly so, but a little touch here and there; a bit of mirror magic; body slides – all the while building towards the grand finale.
Near the end, with Capri in reverse body slide position, and I’m looking into heaven, I can’t resist a modest extra. I was quoted a modest price. Not the inflated nonsense, where the cost of a five-minute extra, challenges or surpasses the cost of the entire booking. How did that become a thing? Well, it’s not at La Belle, from my experience. With a little bit of manual dexterity, I was able to discover that Capri had been enjoying herself too. Afterwards, Capri jumps on me, and I’m startled by a kiss full on the mouth. I’m getting gently stroked as we continue having a natter. She tells me about her career ambitions outside of massage, she’s got a lot going on, and she reveals her name casually in an anecdote. I do my usual routine and show off like a smitten schoolboy.
After the shower, neither of us seemed in too much of a hurry to end it. I make to pay for the extra, then double it with a tip. Hard not to, when for the last hour, I’ve been doing my richer than Elon Musk routine. Incidentally, even though it’s good practice, I’ve never once been asked anywhere, ever, to pay for an extra upfront. I must give off a trustworthy vibe, or maybe I don’t look like I can run too fast. Someone yells down the stairs, as I’ve overstayed my welcome, and I’m soon back into the night with a swagger in my step.
Capri is great; all the girls I’ve seen at La Belle de Luxe have been fantastic and they don’t take the piss when pricing the extras, should you wish to indulge.
There was a little hiccup upon entering, as I bumped into a slightly shamefaced Asian man making for the exit—I, of course, didn’t give a shit. But we are back on track as gorgeous Capri bounds out (from somewhere) and gives me a hug. She’s dressed in a baby-doll number and a winning smile.
Showered, we share our nakedness in the room. Capri is pretty, with a slim, athletic body encased in the most beautifully soft skin. But what’s most striking about Capri is her small-town friendliness and unpretentiousness. She’s a joy to spend time with. Capri certainly has the chops when it comes to the art of sensual massage. As with all the girls I’ve experienced at La Belle, Capri gets that a sensual massage needs to be sexy from the get-go. Not relentlessly so, but a little touch here and there; a bit of mirror magic; body slides – all the while building towards the grand finale.
Near the end, with Capri in reverse body slide position, and I’m looking into heaven, I can’t resist a modest extra. I was quoted a modest price. Not the inflated nonsense, where the cost of a five-minute extra, challenges or surpasses the cost of the entire booking. How did that become a thing? Well, it’s not at La Belle, from my experience. With a little bit of manual dexterity, I was able to discover that Capri had been enjoying herself too. Afterwards, Capri jumps on me, and I’m startled by a kiss full on the mouth. I’m getting gently stroked as we continue having a natter. She tells me about her career ambitions outside of massage, she’s got a lot going on, and she reveals her name casually in an anecdote. I do my usual routine and show off like a smitten schoolboy.
After the shower, neither of us seemed in too much of a hurry to end it. I make to pay for the extra, then double it with a tip. Hard not to, when for the last hour, I’ve been doing my richer than Elon Musk routine. Incidentally, even though it’s good practice, I’ve never once been asked anywhere, ever, to pay for an extra upfront. I must give off a trustworthy vibe, or maybe I don’t look like I can run too fast. Someone yells down the stairs, as I’ve overstayed my welcome, and I’m soon back into the night with a swagger in my step.
Capri is great; all the girls I’ve seen at La Belle de Luxe have been fantastic and they don’t take the piss when pricing the extras, should you wish to indulge.
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