Eliza Ray's ads had caught my eye every time I came across them for about 6 months. I finally emailed her. The entire screening and hook-up happens either by email or text, in my case all email. We had a few back and forth communications planning the session and confirming, all of which intrigued me more about the woman. I wanted a two- hour session. We agreed to start off with a bathing and massage, which seemed a good idea since the temperature in the Valley was sweltering, and by the time I got to Eliza's West Hollywood apartment building, it hadn't cooled down much. So I emailed Eliza that I was early, but would wait. Parking on the street was easy, and Eliza gave me final instructions and her apartment number. She was ready for me to come to the door 10 minutes early, which I really appreciated.
She had asked me to knock hard so she could feel it, and when the door opened I was gazing into the dark eyes of a tall, shapely, golden-complexioned beauty in a white summer dress, that style that always struck me as a petticoat.
I was treated with a kiss, and put the Champagne I'd brought in the fridge and I went to bathroom to clean up, brush my teeth, and wash out my mouth. While I was unpacking my little carry-around kit of toiletries, I saw that the spacious tub was filled with warm water.
Spontaneous plan change, I got undressed and she led me to her massage table–- a massage before the bathing. Eliza Ray approaches the encounter very playfully, very professionally, and very spiritually all at the same time. She showed me a coconut oil that she had selected for the massage, and it was warm and smooth. She prepares for the session with great care and personalizes the technique to each client, I am sure. She certainly went out of her way to have a wonderful encounter waiting for me. So I laid down on the table.
