Experience Description: I showed up at Danielle apptmaent at set time and she took me into a back room with a massage table ask me to undress and get on table. After short back rub I rolled over and she gave me a handjob that was like a vice grip and as fast as a jack hammer she cleaned me off and said thats as far as she goes. Her appartment is a mess lookes like she has not cleaned in monthes. Would not recommend you waste your money on her she is a rip off. Could have had a happier end by myself in the shower.

Experience Description: Ewww. Tried calling everybody in the Springs and no luck. Fucking hate that. Especially when they advertise as 24/7. I mean its after 2:oo on a Saturday. And no body is answering so I said I give it a try due to the fact I was horny as shit. I have been in the Springs for some time now and had some great experiences and my gut for years have pretty much avoided her. So I read some reviews prior to mines and they are true. The incall is dirty. Her pics are a few years old. She is build like a 65 year old grandma. I mean for 160 you can get model type providers but hell no not this one. I didnt want to but I had too. It is like when you have to shit real real bad and the only thing open is 7eleven and the bathroom is nasty as fuck and you have no choice. This was that. What ever floats your boat. Mine sank with the BP oil rig.

Experience Description: I had seen Danielle's ads for quite a while, then decided to see after after she changed locations. Directions were easy enough to follow, and I arrived at her apt. on time. She has an actual massage table, and places a couple adult mags on the floor under the headrest. I've never seen anyone do that, not sure what the purpose is. Her massage technique was kind of disappointing. She just rubbed her hands over my back -- the motion was a bit too fast. Then over my legs. Then back, then legs, repeating the cycle about 4 times before she told me to turn over. After the flip, she pretty much went straight for the finale. As FBSM's go, hers was in the bottom 20% of my experiences. There are other, better FBSM providers in the Springs, and I'm going to stick with those. But I suppose YMMV could apply here -- I doubt it, she just seems inexperienced and in a hurry to move things along. Y'all may have a different experience.

Experience Description: Been fighting a cold, so I opted to see Danielle again, instead of someone else. Easy to setup an appointment. Easy to find incall. Danielle is very much like a girl next door - your friends sister, or maybe the girl you grew up with down the street. Very soft spoken. Her hands do all the talking. She will converse or not with you. Her philosophy seems to be that of "Your money, your time". A nice back, leg and foot rub was completed in my 30 minutes, along with a happy friday. If a relaxing FBSM is what you are after, I would recommend Danielle.

Experience Description: This all started because I've been looking for a FBSM provider in the springs. I called a few but either I didn't like them or they weren't available so I took a chance on a CL girl - Danielle/Freaky Annie. I could sum my experience up for you by simply saying: Save your money and your dignity. But where would the fun be in that? So on to the review. I don't know about all of you, but a provider's demeanor on the phone is pretty important to my decision. This girl actually didn't sound too bad, so I figured "what the hell?" I made the arrangements and traveled to her apartment. It wasn't in a great part of town but that didn't necessarily mean anything. She met me downstairs and when I saw her I thought "Hot damn! Another chick who doesn't look as good as her mediocre pictures online." Nevertheless I persevered. I needed some attention in a bad way. We went up to her place which was decorated in the same vein as the abodes you'll see on Cops. But she had a real massage table! Unfortunately that's the most professional thing about this girl. Oh yes, there was a nice massage table. With no linens. It's okay, though. Laying naked on vinyl in january isn't nearly so bad as it sounds. And boy did she have the ambiance covered. Clothes on the floor, light from a dirty window, and hip-hop on the stereo. I tried to break the ice with a little conversation. I like to feel comfortable considering she was about to get to know my most private parts. To her credit she kept up for about five minutes. After that I had a hard time concentrating. The cold splash of lotion that she initially applied had dried and yet she continued her "massage" determinedly. Yes, she did her work without the benefit of lubricant. For 20 minutes. As for technique - well she has a unique approach. Using one hand only, for example. She uses that hand effectively, though, tracing a single circular track around your back with her fist. Not particularly hard and not particularly soft. And not particularly doing a damned thing for my sore muscles. After her one hand got tired she reached down onto the floor and grabbed one of those wooden happy massagers and proceeded to roll it across my back. Sensual. Speaking of sensual I think we had different definitions of the word. I get the feeling that an evening of potato chips, a 40 ouncer, and some Fear Factor constitutes a sensual experience for her. There was no body contact, no caressing, and no enthusiasm, feigned or otherwise. Now I say "partial body" massage because it consisted of my back, my chest, and the occasional foray onto my thighs. Thankfully she worked those with such care that I honestly didn't want her going anywhere else. When I flipped onto my back I was thinking "okay, now finally maybe we can get on with this." But no. She wanted to work my chest. Which she did, with the same technique she uses to scrub the kitchen counters. Over and over. At least on my back I could watch her, though. Yay. After an achingly long time (yes, I'm passive-aggressive) she got down to business. With much relief I saw her reach for the bottle of lotion. I don't think I could have taken a dry "happy ending." And after seeing her teeth I sure wasn't going to ask for french. Spasmodic hand motions would be just fine, thank you. And boy, did she work The Honorable Mr. Johnson. She beat him like a naughty four-year-old. Which is to say with kindness, love, and... oh hell I can't even pretend. My first high-school girlfriend knew more about how to treat a man's paraphernalia than this girl. I used to think it was a joke when people said that a man's penis has a brain. But now I know it does because mine wanted out of that situation ASAP. Somehow I actually finished in two minutes and without a complete erection. I'm still amazed. And lucky, because I don't think she was going back to the bottle for a refresh of lotion. To her credit she did clean me up. With a towel she picked up off of the floor. I kid you not. So yeah... not a good time. Next time I'll download Milf And Cookies #12, get a bottle of Astroglide and a glass of wine and make a night of it.