Sorry, review in English 'cause I don't speak german.

I met Irena yesterday, in a lazy Zurich afternoon, I was in town for work and was curious to visit one of the clubs in the city. I actually never visited a club (or a brothel, for that matter...), so the initial experience was a bit embarassing: probably 12/13 girls were sitting around the bar, where only two men were sitting in a corner, apparently a bit intimidated.

I tried not to get too embarrassed, and sit there, thinking I would take my time to see if there was anyone I liked. A nice blonde girl came talking to me in English, to explain the local policy, and then all of the girls came and introduced themselves to me. A bit weird, but at least I had the opportunity to spot Irena.

To be fair, she is the kind of goddess that I could spot among one thousand girls with the glimpse of an eye: beautiful olive complexion, dark hair, astonishing body (she must be 1m75, perfectly slim but with pert breasts, perfect ass, very long legs). I still took a look around not to be unpolite with the others... but I knew as soon as I met her eyes she would be the one.

Now, the meeting. I am a bit confused by this time thing: I paid for 30m, but the first 10 went away with me taking a shower and her taking a shower. Did that really count? I would have hoped not, because in 30m I could have actually finished twice, given the enthusiasm the lady was inspiring me.

The reality is that after the first 15/16 minutes I was so happy that I didn't try and get a second shot. Why?

Simply put, Irena was a perfect sex companion. Maybe we clicked perfectly, maybe she simply is a perfect professional who understood in a second what I needed. I happen to be the kind of guy that adores women, so I don't try to be particularly hard, I don't try to come on them or in their mouths (unless they really like it), I don't try to fuck them in the ass unless they ask... and in the meanwhile having sex with someone like Irena for me is like a dream coming true, from the first second.

First of all: she started speaking to me in decent basic english, then she understood I'm italian, at what time she... started speaking very good Italian. It turns out she's Romanian, and it's easier for her. This made things a bit easier, if there ever was the need.

I lied on the bed, watching her glide over me with a mischievous smile. My hands just touched her lightly, trying contacts in parts of her body to try and get that feeling of harmony that makes me feel I'm in contact with the other person: the silky contact, the warm body, the perfect shapes, and her slow movement... I was in heaven.

Then she started kissing me: at the beginning I was afraid she would keep her mouth shut, but then she started using her tongue, and she never stopped, sliding it skillfully over my body, and wrapping it passionately over my organ, where it stayed for a few minutes, while I was writhing above her. After a while I couldn't stand it: I had to eat her, and I did. I was so aroused that she kept smiling watching me, asking me "what's happening? are you alright?"... I couldn't stop telling her how beautiful she looked, how happy I was... in the meanwhile her ass above me looked like the doors to a different, better dimension.

When I penetrated her I was wary, as always, to perceive the bad vibration of a woman faking it. But she was so perfect, so beautiful that I didn't worry too much. After a while she was moaning and groaning, while I tried not to hurt her, and I couldn't help constantly kissing her: I felt as if she was a gift that I didn't have to spoil.

She asked me if I wanted her to come on top of me... but I felt so energetic, so powerful, that I could do most of the work. I turned her, and took her from behind: at a moment she screamed, I was being too hard, so I concentrated again on her, trying to get in sync with her beat again, and we got there, and she kept kissing me, and everything was so perfect, so beautiful.

In a way, this has been one of the best experiences of my life. I kept smiling, I kept looking at her, I would have wanted to ask her things, where was she from, how did she end up here, but that would have led to the need for another kiss, and another, and a number of dangerous consequences, so I just hug her, and left.

I hope she'll read this, and remember how happy she made me, even if just for half an hour.

BTW: in the pictures she looks somewhat older. She is much, much more beautiful than that.