Review: Miss Frenchie Rose / Francesca Comaneci

General Details

Frenchie had been on my radar....dropped off...then reappeared. Planning a trip to NYC I was watching the ads on the NY ad boards when her tour announcement popped up. As it happened she and I would be in Manhattan the same time. I immediately emailed her to inquire if she would be interested in doing an outcall to my trendy Soho hotel on a Friday evening. I included info about me and verification stuff. This BTW is always important .

Frenchie responded that she would do a 2 hr outcall and the rate seemed pretty reasonable to me so I took advantage of this opportunity with no hesitancy. I mean , in my travels I've discovered that a Friday evening outcall in a large city for an outta towner new client from a top tier lady is not always easy to secure. So I was excited to book with Ms Rose. I was especially hyped up when a few days before my trip I saw her interviewed on Showtimes reality show "Gigolos"!

My only concern....would she actually show up.

Friday was my last free evening in NY. The anticipation of meeting this hottie was almost like foreplay. I was appreciative that she kept in contact and became confident that she was for real and was gonna be reliable.

About 20 minutes before our appt she called to alert me she would be a little late [ what a sexy accent]. She was headed to the lobby of her hotel to catch a cab . No prob. I am OK with late as long as I'm kept informed.

In about 40 minutes she text me from her cab that she was near so I drifted downstairs to greet her [ key elevators]. A few minutes later she called that the cabbie let her out on a corner and she couldn't find the hotel. Fing NYC cabbies!! The ass let her off about a block from the hotel. So, I'm walking her way....and about 1/2 block from the intersections I observe this absolute knock out tgtbt babe on the corner with a phone to her ear. Pleeeeeeeze be Frenchies. As I get closer I discove that OMG it IS!

She sees me....embaces me as a long lost lover and hand in hand we walk to the hotel. Immediately she makes me feel like I have known her for years. And maybe I have....if you count dreams.

We arrive at my candlelit room...dim lights soft music. A beautiful French babe...petite...busty...stylisly dressed...killer legs. She holds me tight and gives me a sensual kiss that is but a taste of what this evening will be.

The rest is for VIPers. But know this. Smart...witty...drop dead gorgeous...sexy accent...and an understanding of sensuality as an art. That's Ms Rose.