As previously stated, I paid another visit to the lovely Miss Maryn on Saturday. I was able to make it to work today although even after hours of standing under a cold shower my head was still in a Maryn induced haze. Even though I had only spent an hour with this angel the lingering after effect is long lasting.
It was a windy day and I pulled up with my trusty steed. Luckily I got a good spot and was able to get my walker out of the trunk easily. I shuffled towards the back door (the curb at the front is hard to clear with my walker), got into the vestibule and secured my walker. I pressed the door bell, and after some delay it rang. I listened for the click click click of high heels on the nice tile floor. Hmmm I hear another bell, must be the front door. I ring again (and maybe a second time, sorry). Ahhhh click click click. Door opens and YES YES YES the lovely Miss Maryn opens the door. She's got her hair pulled up, her eyes sparkling and smile light up the entry. I quickly followed her to the Tropical Room, got a welcome hug and admired her light green bustiere with white trim.
A quick shower and as I was drying off with one of those very nice soft towels, the lovely Miss M was back in the room. The rest of the time flew by like her bustiere did. Caresses, touches, strokes, hair clip flying, talking, giggling, "did someone turn up the heat in here?", sweating, changing positions, OMG this feels so good, okay let me lay back, yes yes, okay lets oh yes, oh sorry, more more, OMG, can't get any better, YES, ahhhhh...., caress, talk, joke, is it time?
How did it get to be Sunday night? Was that a dream? Did I have a near death experience? After all I did spend some wonderful time with an angel.
Thanks Miss Maryn, can't wait for our next encounter.
It was a windy day and I pulled up with my trusty steed. Luckily I got a good spot and was able to get my walker out of the trunk easily. I shuffled towards the back door (the curb at the front is hard to clear with my walker), got into the vestibule and secured my walker. I pressed the door bell, and after some delay it rang. I listened for the click click click of high heels on the nice tile floor. Hmmm I hear another bell, must be the front door. I ring again (and maybe a second time, sorry). Ahhhh click click click. Door opens and YES YES YES the lovely Miss Maryn opens the door. She's got her hair pulled up, her eyes sparkling and smile light up the entry. I quickly followed her to the Tropical Room, got a welcome hug and admired her light green bustiere with white trim.
A quick shower and as I was drying off with one of those very nice soft towels, the lovely Miss M was back in the room. The rest of the time flew by like her bustiere did. Caresses, touches, strokes, hair clip flying, talking, giggling, "did someone turn up the heat in here?", sweating, changing positions, OMG this feels so good, okay let me lay back, yes yes, okay lets oh yes, oh sorry, more more, OMG, can't get any better, YES, ahhhhh...., caress, talk, joke, is it time?
How did it get to be Sunday night? Was that a dream? Did I have a near death experience? After all I did spend some wonderful time with an angel.
Thanks Miss Maryn, can't wait for our next encounter.
