CRABBY

Jan 1, 2015

Review by CRABBY, January, 2015

Ivy's pictures do not do her justice. Based on her pictures, I could not figure out why a reviewer was so excited about her ass as I did not find her pics flattering. Turns out her ass is just as beautiful as the rest of her. When I hear the word "classy" I think of the movie poster of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Ivy is far more girl next door, assuming you're a farmer and the girl next door is that stereotypical super-hot farmer's daughter that you'd be banging right now if it wasn't for her dad waiting for you with shotgun in hand. I'm not saying Ivy isn't classy. She is also down to earth, a total sweetheart, and a lady who most definitely deserves to be treated as such. Everything Ivy says on her website is true. She is a grad student and she's very selective. One of the reasons she calls herself a freak is because the hobby is, well... her hobby! Some women reward themselves with a new handbag, others nice shoes. Ivy treats herself to a hot time with a lucky hobbyist. That alone makes her worth a visit. If she decides to see you, it's because she really wants to and she wants to have just as much fun as you do. This is not her "job" that she does mechanically. This is her fun time, her break from her graduate studies, and you will be all the more grateful for it. Being a "hobbyist" herself, I found her response time to my texts slower than that of someone who chose being an escort as a career. If I didn't follow up to finalize the time and details of our appointment, I'm not sure that she would have either but who cares. Makes it all the more special that she saw me because she was excited to and not because she had to. VIPs - I'm putting this here because the juicy detail section may have you thinking otherwise. Treat Ivy with respect. Be caring & make her feel like the lady she is. She truly is upscale candy and anything you do to show you care, as you will read in the next section, results in her rewarding you in ways I have never even fantasized about. Clearly YMMV. Regarding the meeting itself, I really hate going to a provider's hotel room as I never know what to expect and so many things can go wrong. I was expecting the typical knock on the door, walk in, put the envelope down and sit down for a few minutes of awkward chit chat to get a mutual feeling of some safety. Thankfully, that wasn't at all what happened. I knocked on the door, waited for her to open it, she did and the instant our eyes made contact...