Review: Anna Alba

General Details

How to describe an encounter that was predictably perfect; unforced, yet surpassing every expectation?

Let me cut to the chase, non-VIP's, if you are fortunate enough to get a chance to see this amazing creature, count your blessings. She is absolutely gorgeous, affectionate and sets a new standard for GFE. There is simply no discernible service being provided; everything flows naturally. And, even after she leaves, you will still be left with a doubt as to what really took place. For those who enjoy reading a story, carry on (or better yet, read Anna blog).

Let me begin the beguine. I saw Anna's ad on TER: "Barcelona ginger visiting NYC". I took a quick gander at her website pics and knew I had to see her. I first got hooked on Spanish women on trip to Spain as a horny teenager, beginning with the hot stewardesses on Iberia Airlines. This particular Spanish temptress was of a different flavor, a petite redhead Catalana with playful green eyes and full red lips. I wasted no time in shooting over my appointment request with a complete list of references to avoid any delays. She only had a few days scheduled in NYC and, with my constrained hobbying schedule, I wanted to make sure I would not miss her. She replied promptly, considering the time difference, indicating that she would contact my references. The next day, I was verified and we started planning our date. What made the planning with Anna fun and different was that I was able to discover things about her by reading portions of a blog (in Spanish) that she's maintained for the last few years. It has pieces, some quite well-written, where she discusses experiences she has had or dives into topics related to the hobby, the life of a provider and sexuality in general. As in any venture where one becomes privy to the thoughts of a stranger, particularly one who shares similar interests, it becomes quite addictive. I quickly realized that I would have fun with Anna.

As we planned over the course of the next several days, Anna inspired me to do a number of things I had not done before. We settled on a 4hr afternoon date (with the option to extend), far longer than any first date I've ever had. As she was concerned about hosting where she was staying, I offered to set up a hotel room for us, my first ever outcall in NYC. When Anna informed me that she would take advantage of the morning before our date to get some shopping in, I joked that she should pick up some special lingerie for our date. That joke turned into a formal request to buy a new piece (at my expense) specifically for our date (another first for me) with one condition: that she send me selfies, from the dressing room, of her trying on the different pieces. The one she picked would remain a surprise until our meeting.

The big day finally came. She sent me an email that morning announcing cheerfully that THE day had come and she would be heading to the Agent Provocateur store in a couple of hours; that I should be on the lookout for her selfies. I was having lunch when the first selfy came across. Even though I was at one of my favorite sushi spots, lunch lost all meaning. I knew I could not possibly open that message sitting at a crowded sushi counter. I quickly made my way to the men's room and O.M.G. More selfies followed, each hotter than the one before. Lunch came to a quick end and then began the eternal wait until that knock on the door.

In this case, there was barely a knock as I had been peeping through the door to make sure Anna wouldn't have to wait awkwardly in the hallway; I absolutely hate it when that happens to me. She walked in and said that one of the hotel workers had been eyeing her as she came down the hall. I told her it didn't matter. She calmed down and said how nice it was to finally meet me as she came in for (VIP's read on)