Fiona Malloy Reviews

Wow what a beauty. She's in the 30s. but still pretty. Communication and location were easy and without fuss. Once inside, it was relaxed. She was very chill. She's very tall too. After a shower, she got a bit more intimate...

I saw her add on tryst link and had to give her a try. Her Incall was nice and she looks accurate to her pictures being an elegant attractive woman. In short summary, worth the money. VIP read on.

Fiona has been on my list for quite some time. Just the combination of maturity and looks I was looking for. Suffice to say she more than delivered.

I saw Fiona's ad and she is just the mature (35 plus) blonde beauty that I was looking for. Friendly and easy to book over text, I made an appointment for one hour.

I saw Fiona’s ad on one of the local boards and decided to give her a try. Sent her a text and luckily she was available on short notice. Her place is nicely located in downtown. She opened the and looked just like her pictures great face and a nice smile.....

I met Fiona a few years ago, she mentioned she was a new provider and looking for new adventures. We exchanged emails back and forth, as she shared a phone and incall with other ladies, this was the best way to contact her to set something up, which was fine with me. She gave me the phone number the night before we were to meet and I texted her 15 minutes before I arrived to let her know I was coming. I was pleasantly surprised by her beauty, charm and whit. A real gem.

Contact was an easy email correspondence where she answered any questions i had in regards to services. I booked her for later in the week and she emailed her incall location the morning of... When I met Fiona, I found a striking young woman in her early 30's years who looked simply great. 5’9” tall, slim athletic body, brown hair with blonde highlights and a warm welcoming smile...

The erotic review - Fiona Malloy meeting at the edge of heaven I am in town and after learning about a young lady’s issues I agree to put on an event for “Cinderella”. I set up her event, but I need to reach out to both a male and female escort to participate. I get a few responses, but none intrigue me until a unique email arrived in my inbox from Fiona Malloy. I learn she is new to this world. Her emails captivate me as she expresses her interest in collecting experiences, and how the few clients she has met she has touched deeply. She is an angel for troubled souls in need of comfort. Oh, yea she loves sex! I just have to meet this young lady, even if it is in the lounge for the hour. I will give her the fee for three hours. If she walks after meeting me so be it. It will then be just me, “Cinderella” and her your male escort. The good news is that I will have met an angel on the edge of heaven. Her emails now are in rapid succession much like my heart. Fiona expresses that she is vibrating with anticipation. Her next email shows me there is some nasty in this angel as she tells me she is now “fucking excited”. You just got to love the build up. I arrive and find a table near the pillar where I can hide, yet there is the fire so she can see the reflection of my face off the light of the amber pit. I order us each a drink. The room is dark and a buzz on a Friday night. I check my watch and no sign of my angel. I take a deep breath, a sip of my drink and then like out of a movie this picture of beauty arrives. I stand to greet her, her height was striking. We hug, her touch ignites a fire in me. Her presences is that of an angel. Her hair is flowing and something out of a dream. I often dream of my perfect woman, and now, here she is before me. Forget the movie pretty woman, this is the perfect woman. We chat and she smiles. OH, MY GOD! Her smile is too broad, so beautiful, my body tingles. I want to reach across the table and crawl into her mouth. She has an innocence of an angel. The movement of her head and her gestures give me such warm emotional feelings. Her real excitement in meeting me bubbles over. I am in a wash as she giggles and laughs placing her head to the side and she covers her mouth. She comments about her not being sure if I would like her and if she would be enough for me. I want to tell her my fear of being in the presence of such beauty and the fact I have seen a lot of SPs but I have yet to meet a real angel. The room now has disappeared as we talk and I get lost in her eyes. We discuss the events of the night and then I tell her I would rather just run away with her. Let’s go to a jazz club or a nightclub or…. Her eyes light up and she says “YES”! I ask, as the hour has evaporated if she would like to spend more time with me. She smiles that angelic smile and says “YES”. I do not want to waste the time with others, or standing in a crowded loud club, or allow others to see my angel. Not sure what is next but for sure “Cinderella’s” fantasy has come to an end. However, I do need more money, so gathering our things I pay the bill. But where will we go? Who knows maybe the edge of heaven? Lord knows I was standing at its doorstep looking at the lady who just answered the door to heaven’s gate. God, she is so fucking beautiful. We weave our way out of the lounge and through the restaurant. We wait for the elevator. Her maroon dress fits her like a glove and I want to get my hand in that glove big time. Her curves are perfect her hair is flowing so perfectly, Her legs are bare, her little jacket is out of place but it must be hard to dress such beauty and I would imagine in heaven the wardrobe selection is limited. I just think where are her wings as we enter the elevator to take the ride to heaven.