MANILA ESCORT

UNTOLD STORIES


Mysticflower Secret

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  • CASE NO. 001
  • TITLE : The Mask Of Rey Mysterio.
 
The day began with the same precise predictability:
 the sharp edge of the morning sun cutting through the haze as I slid out of bed—square, stiff, like the world around me. A polished routine I’d mastered over time in the discreet corners of Manila. But this life, this path of the mysticflower, the whisper of desire—always promised the unexpected, and I knew better than to underestimate it.  
2016. A year that painted the canvas of my memories in hues of unbridled, sinful desire. It was another sweltering afternoon, one of those days when the sun drips sweat down your skin, like the heat of anticipation. I had just clocked into the usual cycle, navigating the mundane, when a message lit up my phone. A fine gentlemaniac had sent me a note: *Room’s ready.*  

I arrived at the hotel with the smooth, calculated grace I prided myself on. It wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew the script. But the moment I rang the bell, the air shifted. *Unexpected.* He opened the door, and my senses were immediately overwhelmed—not by the man himself, but by his outfit. Clad in a Rey Mysterio mask and an outfit far too tight for his body, so tight that his behind peeked out, defying the natural order of clothing. It was… absurd.  

I smirked, fighting the laughter bubbling up. What in the hell was going on here? But as his confidence rippled through the air—an almost electric wave—I knew this was no ordinary encounter. There was something behind those wide eyes hidden in the mask. A primal hunger.  

“Are you ready to play?” he asked, and that simple phrase electrified the air. Without missing a beat, he lifted me with a deft hand, positioning me like a trophy before pushing me to the counter. The mask, the ludicrous outfit—all of it faded away as I felt his hands, like fire, on my waist. My pulse raced as I responded in kind, the rhythm of our bodies aligning in a dance of ancient seduction. I unbuttoned my silk blouse, each movement slow, deliberate, as his lips met mine in hungry, fervent kisses.  

His hands traveled like explorers down my body, pulling at the edges of my skirt with teasing slowness. His breath was warm, his touch reverent, but his eagerness was unmistakable. Every flick of his tongue was like a command, pushing me closer to the edge. My body ignited under his touch, the flames of desire licking at my skin.  

*“You must be hungry… Do you want me to feed you?”* I whispered, the words dripping with intention.  

I pushed him onto the bed, my body ready to take him on a ride he’d never forget. My desire was thick, intense, and I knew exactly what to do with it. I straddled him, positioning myself over his face in a move that left no space for hesitation. The man was losing himself. His shorts couldn’t contain the burgeoning pressure, and I reveled in his helplessness.  

The game had begun.  

I teased him mercilessly—my tongue tracing paths over his length, drawing out desperate moans that filled the room, each one more guttural than the last. His body trembled beneath me, and as the tension built, so did the pace. He was losing control, his pleasure building—the back-and-forth of desire like a dance of surrender. It was a rhythm I knew well. I could hear him gasping for breath, his voice cracking as his body begged for release.  

But I wasn’t ready to give him that satisfaction yet. I could feel him faltering, his focus slipping, and I had him exactly where I wanted him. Edging—a cruel art I’d perfected. His moans became pleading, almost frantic. My name, whispered in desperation, floated through the air like a forbidden prayer.  

The room pulsed with intensity. The mirror caught the rawness of our movements as we crashed against it, the couch, the floor—each surface a stage for the wild passion we were creating. We ended, as all great symphonies do, on the balcony. Naked, exposed to the unforgiving afternoon sun, our bodies tangled in a feverish dance of completion.

And in that moment, I knew: Rey Mysterio had found his match. But this was just the beginning. He was an eager learner, extending an invitation for something even more decadent. Claudia was to join us. It would be my first time with a duo, an exploration of depths I hadn’t yet ventured.  

But, darling, that’s a story for another time.

  • CASE NO. 002
  • TITLE : The Dental Clinic.
Let me tell you about desire—a creature as volatile and inevitable as a fart. Yes, a fart. Don't laugh. It's absurd yet poetic. Unpredictable, uncontainable, and wholly inappropriate when it decides to appear. But those who master its timing? They’re gods among us.
And so, one rainy evening in 2017, under the cloak of gray skies and the rhythm of raindrops against glass, desire came knocking. The air was damp, and the cold coaxed out cravings better left unspoken. Samarah, my partner in sin, and I were booked for a trio rendezvous with Dr. Jones, a man whose hands were as skilled at exploring molars as they were at navigating desire.
But duty came first. The good doctor still had patients to attend to, and my patience was wearing thin. So, Samarah and I decided to take matters—him—into our own hands. We arrived at his clinic, all proper decorum, filling out forms and feigning innocence as we waited for our turn.
When our names were finally called, Dr. Jones's face betrayed his surprise. Oh, he'd seen us before, but not like this. Not ready to transgress right there amidst sterile tools and the faint hum of the air conditioner.
Sam settled into the chair, all compliant as Dr. Jones prepared for what he thought would be a routine cleaning. But I had other plans. Leaning in close, my voice low enough to ripple through his composure, I asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
His hands faltered, and a sheen of sweat kissed his brow despite the chill in the room. Sam's eyes met mine, a silent cue exchanged. My fingers traced the seam of his professionalism, daring him to unravel. And he did.
The door clicked shut, locked against propriety. Sam's moans filled the room as I knelt before her, the symphony of our sin spilling into the sterile air. Dr. Jones watched, transfixed, his breath hitching as his resolve crumbled. I turned to him, lips curved in a wicked smile.
"I don’t mind sharing," I whispered, and his control snapped like a taut string.
What followed was a ballet of mouths, hands, and gasps—desire orchestrated with the precision of a surgeon. His fingers found Sam’s depths, her wetness a hymn to indulgence. My lips wrapped around him, slow and deliberate, until his composure shattered into shards of groans.
Rain drummed harder against the windows, a tempest outside and in. We undressed him together, peeling away the last vestiges of his restraint. His knees buckled as we worked in unison, two devils worshiping at the altar of his pleasure.
When he finally came, it was with a shuddering release, his essence spilling into my mouth. Sweet and heady, I shared it with Sam in a kiss that sealed the night’s unholy pact.
By the time the storm outside began to wane, Dr. Jones was spent, trembling and undone. He never did finish cleaning Samarah’s teeth.
But we? Oh, we finished plenty.

  • CASE NO.003
  • TITLE : The Japenese Resto
Life is like a recipe - sometimes you forget an ingredient or two, but in the end, result can still be a delectable surprise that leaves a lasting taste bud memory 
- a little imperfect, but all the more memorable for it. compared to Jenga, where unexpected moves can cause the tower to topple, but with each collapse, a new masterpiece is crafted.
​As I strutted confidently in my favorite pair of heels and perfectly applied lipstick, my friend and I were ready to take on the date with this lucky gentleman, who are ready to explore. "Looks like we just found our newest recruit for the Mystic Adventure Club!
As we hopped into our grab and buckled up,
He had been like a child on Christmas morning, eagerly counting down the hours until the moment he could finally lay his eyes on ours, anticipation had been building up like a volcano ready to erupt as we eagerly awaited the chance to meet this lucky guy.
like a sunflower turning towards the sun, we couldn't wait to bask in the glow of this lucky guy's presence and soak up all the good fortune he had to offer. As lilac and I sauntered towards the grand entrance of the hotel, like two butterflies hovering towards a blooming garden,
We were abruptly intercepted by a vigilant guardian. In no uncertain terms, he conveyed the decree that non-residents were unwelcome within those hallowed walls, it was as if we were two unwanted weeds intruding into a manicured garden. But with a quick buzz to my patron, he became our honeybee hero, trying to sweet-talk the administration into letting us in. I knew he would do all in his power to sway the hotel's administration. Alas, even his persuasive powers proved futile against the unyielding force of protocol. Despite the setback, we knew we had to respect their rules.

As we stood there, disappointed and dejected, he asked me if I knew of any other place where we could continue our journey of three, like a butterfly searching for a place where our beauty could bloom freely. When I reached out to them, the response was as disappointing as a balloon popping at a party, it was as if they had a magnet for fully booked reservations. Unfortunately, frustration was the dish of the day. But then, my gracious host, unwilling to let me drown in disappointment, threw me a life preserver in the form of a dinner invitation while we continued on
our hunt for a nest to rest our weary heads.
As we strolled into the VIP ROOM of that Japanese RESTO, a sudden BRIGHT IDEA illuminated my mind like a light bulb!
A mischievous voice whispered a suggestion: why not serve this lucky gentleman as a main course, like a succulent piece of meat waiting to be savored. A fresh juicy meat, Poor little creature, he's as clueless as a lamb in a lion's den, unaware of the feast that awaits him.

As the waitress approached to take our orders, my eyes remained fixated on my Japanese lover, like a painter admiring their muse, like predator lurking nearby. As we sat at the table and ordered our drinks and food, I plotted my next move. With a cigarette in hand, I ordered extra napkins, not because it would be messy, but because I knew what was coming next would be a feast full of unexpected surprises. As we waited for our order, we engaged in some light banter and casual conversation. My Japanese lover revealed that he had never ventured into the great outdoors for a certain deed, or so he thought. Little did he know that tonight, he was about to be thrown into the wilderness of the unknown, the night was young, but my lover's fate was already sealed, like a fish caught in a net,
Suddenly, a knock at the door broke the silence, and I sprang to my feet. the waitress burst into the room, bearing a tray laden with steaming dishes and bubbling drinks. Meanwhile, my companions were frantically buzzing around, It seemed like everyone was on the verge of starvation. . But I was content to sit back and let the waitress do all the work, teasing the waitress with a playful quip: "Miss, no matter what you hear outside, I promise it's not the sound of my stomach growling! They all laughed, but little did they know, I had a trick up my sleeve. Even my trusty sidekick Lilac was clueless this time. life is like a spoonful of beer - you never know when you're going to drop it.

You see, I made my move when he was too busy with his story, dropping my spoon like a strategic pawn sacrifice. As the spoon clattered to the floor, it was like the opening act of a grand scheme, a drop of deception that would leave him none the wiser. I crept towards him like a cunning fox, crawling and ready to execute my plan with surgical precision. With every inch, I felt a rush of excitement, It's all about the art of distraction with a twist of action.
as I slowly crawled towards him, gracefully lowering itself into the valley of his lap, planting a tender smooch on his knee,
and slyly sliding its paw into his realm. trying to navigate the route, towards the heart of his enchanted woods.
With a cunning sleight of hand, I unfastened the gate's demand. I nudged his seat with flair, to lean in and catch the air.
​ Granting myself the pleasure of a tantalizing bend, flashing a playful grin, taunted him, saying, "Please, do continue your delightful rambling, My dear."
A sculpted masterpiece brought to life by my tender touch, resembling the firmness of a stone freshly sculpted by an artist itself.
solid as a diamond in the making, As I licked his tip down to his core.
 Granting him a tantalizing taste of the fiery words that danced upon my lips and allowing him a mere sip of the scorching salsa that ignited my tongue. He lost his grip on reality and took hold of my locks, embracing chaos with his fingertips, so fiercely intense with passion that he couldn't even be able to contain his tale on track but instead found himself caught up bursting in spontaneous chant. The air was filled with a symphony of satisfaction and ravenous desire, A moan of a pleasure and growl of hunger mingled in harmony.

Seeing him go out of control is like watching a predator lose its way in the wilderness, it tantalizes my senses and arousing a surge of excitement within me. As he unleashed his untamed spirit, roaring like a lion eager to break free, I turned to Lilac and commanded her to seize the rope and weave a web of captivity around our tiny quarry.

stretched the elastic band of fate, plopped myself down upon its trembling strings, and ready to unleash a symphony of unexpected consequences. A danced to an enchanting rhythm, His passionate roar swelled all over the air. I hushed him with a gentle touch, ensuring our secret symphony, Whispered only between us, as such. Caressed his lips with mine, taming his vocal fury into a symphony of hushed desires.​ 
​
As my heart danced to the rhythm of life's symphony, casting a golden glow upon our path like a whimsical star joining our celestial dance, my friend gracefully waltzed into our midst, she danced with the winds of change, tracing a delicate tapestry of alternate paths to set it free. As our bodies intertwined​, I became a tautly strung violin, Awaiting the masterful bow stroke of his touch and in that exquisite moment, in Every fiber of my being sensed the impending symphony, the crescendo of desire reaching its peak. I sensed the anticipation, in that precious moment, he became the conductor of my senses, ready to unleash the breathtaking masterpiece we had composed together. 

I gently UNLEASHED the captive elastic band, and with a breath, unleashed a tempest of desire... An explosion of flavors danced upon my tongue Like a celestial firework, passion ignited! granting my lips an enchanting feast! With a gentle touch, I seized hold of Lilac's flowing locks.  In that fiery moment, we became a pair. a sweet exchange, As we both savored love's passionate range. Together, we indulged in a mutual embrace, as Lilac gracefully embraced the succulent nectar.

Oh, Lilac, a delicate dance, she sipped with poise, Elixir of longing, in an embrace that joys. The essence of desire, a tender embrace. In that magical instant, an enchanting moment, our spirits intertwined, A symphony of tastes, where boundaries resigned.

Oh, what a splendid banquet it was! His nectar flowed like the sweetest ambrosia, rich and velvety. Lilac and I engaged in a delightful dance of sipping and sharing his luscious elixir. A heavenly blend of sweetness and creaminess, tantalized our senses.

As my adventure reached its conclusion, I delicately reached for a napkin—etiquette, of course, demands it. Brrrp...His eyes held the surprise, Astonished and locked... In hushed tones, I shared with him " "Consider this a mere appetizer, My dear..."

And that's a wrap.....

  • CASE NO. 004
  • TITLE : The Car Blessing
“Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.” The cat did not die because the cat tried.. The cat is killed by his curiosity..
It is the sorrow and overthinking because the cat didn't do anything..
STARTING POINT

It was Monday afternoon,  Sam is waiting for me at a coffee shop somewhere in Makati. I was kinda late for 15 minutes because I was looking for a good spot to park and finally, my eyes landed on her..
A beautiful, angelic face welcomed me with a charming smile. "Hey kiddo, sorry to keep you waiting", I said. I call her kiddo since the first day we've met.
She was 19 years old back then. Innocent and young, Hold on she's 24 now . This kid CAN EAT your manhood alive, BELIEVE ME. SHE WILL!! SO DON'T YOU DARE!
She was wearing a black body con dress as I requested for EASY ACCESS!! only HOKAGE KNOWS kidding aside. It really suited her, with matching heels
​ this make her look more seductive.. We also agreed that we will not do anything to catch everyone's attention!! I shouldn't have agreed. Sigh.
I asked sam to order us a drink while waiting. My black coffee wasn’t warm yet, when a Mr.M suddenly appeared.
A tall decent guy approached  our table .. "Mystic ,right?", he softly said. I responded right away, Well actually, I already saw him coming but I'm not quite sure if he was the one..
“Hello love.” We greeted each other with hug and kisses. IF ONLY I COULD KNEEL DOWN & UNZIP HIS PANTS, TAKE A BOW AND GIVE A WARMTH GREETING TO HIS FRIEND. SIGH.
​A small chitchat.. so we can break the ice  I tried to hold my other persona , I really did.. as my body tried to sabotage me as my hands want to touch his tool-
DOWN there.  it felt like they have a life of their own ..MYSTIC ,BEHAVE,.ENOUGH FOR EXHIBITION,.NOT TODAY !! 
He shared that he never tried to explore , he never gotten a chance, his kinda shy and a little bit scared ..
(POOR GUY, BUT NOT ON OUR HAND EVIL LAUGH)
Recreating , adding spices with a perfect blend and timing,  this will turn out extraordinary. And thats how it is.. I asked him about his bucket list, something he wants ,
something he was dreaming about . As he continued sharing about his visual scenarios, Sam on the other hand is too busy teasing this poor cat.
tsk. tsk. tsk My  lolita started her signature moves for making this man hard, 
 (or  maybe really, really hard )  He excused himself "I will just get my car at the basement and you ladies can wait for me at the main entrance " he said.. 
"Mind if we join you?" I replied. I can't explain our telepathic connection, between me and Sam and the other ladies of CASABOTANICA,
for some reason we didn't need to talk because we can read each other's minds and we already know the game plan is just only by the glimpse of the eye & our body gestures.
"Sure" he replied.. Sam gave me a naughty smile and I responded by a wink of an eye.
Let the cat kills his curiosity..
As we walked into the parking lot to his car , I asked Sam to sit beside with Mr.M at the front seat,
"yes mommy" oh she's not sam anymore and this is how the role play began.
(his exploration starts here)
Momma can't wait to play with my lolita again with her step sugar dada.

THE ROLE PLAY:
He was about to start the engine when.. "Crap!! Do you have any napkin and alcohol there? My hands are very sticky because of the caramel latte sam gave me" I intentionally asked him to do me a favor so i can take the chance to execute my plan.
"Sure babe" he replied as he fixed the front seat and leaned towards to reach the napkin in front of the compartment of sam. 
  As I  came toward to my poor lolita I started to  give her sensual kisses to her neck as I gently choked her from her behind . I grabbed her  face so we could explore each other's mouth , My poor lolita began to moan , as she felt my warm hand , played  her nips down to her thigh . 
He was shocked  when he looked back,  We could  see through his eyes that his trying to process everything he's witnessing..the poor clueless man, He was literally at the moment ,
he couldn't find a word to say and slowly leaned back to the driver's seat as he digests every  single details of what's happening. I  slowly crawled  towards lolita. I positioned her and leisurely opened her thighs  and began to dive, oh did i mention that we didn't wear any undergarment underneath our dresses? yes right .  we are not wearing anything and we did it on purpose! 
as I  began to licked and play lolita's little kitten and put my tongue  inside of her core  ,  "Mommy, I think daddy wants to join " sam is really on the game, I CAN SENSE IT .
my hand felt her  juiciness rushed to my finger. She was soaking wet. she even teased her sugar dada by her soft moan, "daddy come over, mommy put her tongue inside of my hole ." 
She kept repeating those phrase as I put the other side of double headed dildie  (vibrator)  inside of her . 
"honey don't just stare !' I whispered "come on join me, our little  lolita needs to be punished" . as I kneeled down in front of sam and positioned myself to do tribbing and put the other side of dildie in my wet hole. 
Sam grabbed her  sugar dada's face and sensually kissed her. what a lovely view,  HIS PANTS GETTING TIGHTER.  as his manhood getting harder,  as he witnessed his ultimate fantasy became reality.   I took this chance, so I bended, I slipped my hand between his thigh , unzipped his pant and let my mouth to explore his tool.  A loud animal growl , A  cat turns to a beast , he felt the heat inside my mouth while I'm licking, sucking , navigating his manhood and let him felt my throat. the tension is getting high , he grabbed my hair like begging for more. HIS MOAN got louder. so I STOOD UP and gave him a signal to go at the backseat. as  I jumped  and  pushed him to lie down  while my little  lolita sat on his face on reversed position and joined me to dine in  our sugar dada"s tool , so he couldn't moan.  slowly but a killer , sensual yet edgy the more lolita and I kept play his tool the eager he began to get wild..  
"I'm near baby, I'm near" our sugar dada wants to explode.  he touched my head as I continue the stroke., fast and slow, twirl and deep  and boom. viola ,  my little lolita bend forward so she can joined me as I sucking our sugar dada soul.
 HE THOUGHT THE SHOW IS DONE, NOT UNTIL I GRABBED OUR VIBIE , SAM AND I LET HIM WITNESSED THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.. 
"And thats how to do the introduction " He was mesmerized about what he witnessed , the first phrase he said "Ladies do you wanna go to a drive thru"  ( and starved about what happened)
The rest of the story continued at his pad..
Moral lesson of the story.. 
Not everything will happen according to your plan.. sometimes you need to get out of your safety box and explore.
​

  • CASE NO. 005
  • TITLE : CONFERENCE ROOM

The room was never meant to be this. Mr. CEO’s conference room—a place of business, power, and sterile conversations—now stood as the backdrop to a scene no one could have ever predicted. But sometimes, the most beautiful chaos sneaks in, finding its way through cracks left by the mundane, the predictable, and the innocent.

Claudia and I had been invited to dinner to celebrate his latest triumph—a building standing tall in the city skyline, its steel and glass a testament to his ambition. He had a sparkle in his eye as he spoke of the design, the floors, the rooms. He knew I adored the industrial aesthetic, and I could see the pride in his eyes as he unveiled his masterpiece, a structure as smooth and sharp as the words he had chosen to describe it.
Dinner was served, but I was too absorbed in his voice to focus on the food. Claudia, as always, was curious and mischievous—her mind already wandering as she probed him about the building’s new collections, her fingers teasing the edges of the unknown. We hadn’t planned for what would unfold next. No—it was just a date. Pure, simple. Or so we thought.
And yet, as the evening stretched on, we found ourselves stepping away from the table, our footsteps leading us into the very heart of his new empire. Mr. CEO, eager to show us every inch of his creation, led us from room to room. Then, there was a room—a space that immediately captivated me, a room I hadn’t seen before, hidden behind glass doors, bathed in the warm glow of city lights.
I turned to him, my voice low as I asked, “What room is this?”

“Oh, you’re going to love it,” he replied, almost too excited. “The conference room. And the view? Well, it’s made for someone like you.”
He opened the door, and the vastness of the room struck me. The window stretched across the wall, offering a panoramic view of the city below. My heart beat a little faster. The table—smooth, inviting, magnificent—beckoned me, as if the room itself was daring me to claim it.

I ran my fingers over the table’s polished surface, testing its strength. The feel of it was intoxicating—solid, unyielding. My curiosity piqued, I asked, “Is this table strong enough for three?”
He chuckled—a knowing, almost predatory laugh—as his gaze lingered between me and Claudia. “Oh, Mystic,” he whispered, as if daring me to test the limits.
It was then I felt the shift—something sparked between Claudia and me. A silent understanding passed between us, and I could see her eyes glimmer with the same hunger I was feeling.
The switch had flipped. I had become Mysticflower—the woman who could control desire, bend it to her will, and draw out the deepest, most forbidden parts of the men who crossed her path.
The tension in the air thickened, as rich and heady as the wine in our glasses. Before I knew it, my lips were on his, tasting the warmth of his mouth, the hunger in his kiss. Claudia, ever the seductive vixen, joined us, her lips claiming mine in a dance of carnal curiosity. Our hands roamed, exploring, teasing—gently at first, but with increasing urgency.
His body responded to us—hard and eager. My fingers found their way to his belt, undoing it with deliberate slowness. The anticipation was electric, like a live wire running through me. My tongue teased the tip of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked. My movements were deliberate, slow, almost torturous. The table behind us seemed to hum with the same rhythm, as if the entire room was alive, breathing with us.

Claudia, ever the provocateur, positioned herself on the table, her legs slowly parting—an invitation to him. She didn’t need to speak; her body, her movements, everything about her screamed desire. He glanced at me, his eyes full of challenge, but I was already lost in the moment, lost in the way he begged for more, even as my mouth moved over his length.

The rhythm of our play was relentless, unforgiving. I edged him, teasing him, pulling back just as he was on the verge of release, making him beg for it. It was all part of the game—a game of control, of power, of pleasure in its most wicked form.Claudia moved behind him, her mouth claiming his ass as her tongue danced over his balls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. She was multitasking—her hand reaching into her bag for something, but I could barely focus on her as my lips and tongue worked his cock with slow, tantalizing precision.We played him like a violin, each note a crescendo of torment and desire. His moans grew louder, more desperate, but we weren’t finished. Not yet. We were in control, and we weren’t about to let him off that easily.With a sudden, primal force, he grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me upright, and without a word, bent me over the conference table. Claudia, now sitting before me, opened her legs wide in an invitation. She handed me the CD with a look that was pure seduction, her eyes burning with unspoken desire.As he thrust into me—deep and hard—I gasped, the sensation so intense, it almost took my breath away. Claudia’s core beckoned to me, and I leaned in, my mouth finding her as he pounded into me from behind. The world outside the conference room ceased to exist. There was only this—our bodies entwined in a primal dance of pleasure and pain, each movement a symphony of lust.The scene was too wild, too intense to be described in mere words. It was a masterpiece painted in the colors of desire, chaos, and unholy ecstasy. It was a moment of perfect surrender, where power and pleasure collided, and all that mattered was the beautiful indulgence of the moment.