Review by KINGOTIS, April, 2012
My feet were wet and I was under-dressed for the weather. I had called and gotten the address from the remarkably comprehensible mamasan, how very nice not to have to ask the address four times. From the sidewalk I called again and was directed to the building next door and was welcomed in out of the rain. This was Fantasia, and yes, I needed a little taste of fantasy, a little willful suspension of disbelief, an our with a girl who was willing and able to tell me what I needed to hear. It's a little basement place, apartment size, with 3 little rooms and a table shower, as good a place as any to hide in fantasy for an hour, and so I did. I asked to see the girls but they all looked good so I did what I always do and I picked the one with the nicest eyes. There was something about her I liked. Her hair was chin-length and her enhanced breasts made her little silver outfit look good and not vice versa. But I'll be honest, what I liked were the eyes, eyes that whispered something a little wistful in my ear even as she smiled. Her smile displayed a tiny little wire across her teeth - some sort of orthodontic thing, lingual braces maybe, and that little imperfection sent a little voodoo needle into my heart and I wanted her...and so I took her, and for an hour she was mine. Cici was her name, and she was a sweet young girl, a cute little thing with a puppy dog's eyes and a woman's body. She scrubbed me off in that table shower, laughing along with my pathetic little jokes and indulging the fantasy that I was special, that I was someone, that I was the object of her own desire.
