For the attention challenged, here's the tl;dr. I had an incredible time with Kacey, and she was even better than my high expectations. I'll be back.
For those of you with somewhat longer attention spans, here's the rest of my review.
I mentioned in my review of Jaclyn Starr that the last time I'd seen an escort had been almost a year ago. So after I saw her, I figured it might not quite be a year until the next time, but probably not right away.
But a funny thing happened. When I decided I'd come back to this hobby, I'd done some research and concluded that Kacey Liv probably best fit what I was looking for. Readers of my review of Jaclyn will recall that I had an appointment booked with Kacey, but she had to cancel at short notice. But having gotten so close to meeting her, my curiosity only grew stronger rather than fade away. And as I'd said many times before, there was only one way to satisfy that particular kind of curiosity. I texted her. No introductions, questions, or chitchat was needed this time. She was good for the time and day I wanted, and I whispered a silent prayer that fate wouldn't intervene otherwise this time. Luckily, it didn't. It became time to go, and I drove out.
I arrived at a now familiar upscale condo and parked. I was a little frazzled. The traffic had been heavy and I was late. I hate being late, and that goes double for a first meeting. I know the importance of first impressions. But she was chill and understanding. If she was bothered by my tardiness, she didn't show it. She met me at the door in a fuzzy robe and slippers and led me to her place. The door closed behind us and I gave her a welcoming hug and apologized for my lateness one last time. We hugged and lightly kissed. She's a tall, tall drink of water at probably around 6 feet tall, and I had to reach up for that kiss. But it felt very natural. It was an odd thing, but it felt like I was coming home into the arms of a complete stranger.
I took off my coat and boots. She asked if I wanted to freshen up, and I stepped into the bathroom. Afterwards, I joined her in the bedroom, and she had shed her robe and wore a bright red bra and panty set that showed off her assets to good effect. She shows her face in her ads and she looked just as good as her photos. She has a milkmaid wholesomeness with a modern interpretation, what with her nose rings and plenty of ink. We kissed again standing and I felt wrapped up in her warmth and hospitality. I didn't want to interrupt by getting undressed, but I managed somehow. We tumbled onto the nearby bed, kissing and stroking. She's an absolutely delicious kisser. It felt like it was the homecoming to a dear friend that I hadn't seen in a long time.
We chatted only a little bit, to ask what each other liked. It seemed superfluous, as we had already seemed to find our groove, so to speak. Speaking of which, I soon found my way to paying lip service in the most literal sense. She tasted and smelled great and seemed very appreciative. Afterwards, she asked if I wanted her to go down on me and I said with a big smile sure, I'd heard she was okay at it.
I was joking, but I really had no idea how good she really was. I've read many times about ladies who gave a CBJ that was as good as a BBBJ, and I could only smile and nod. But Kacey was great in this department, with loud slurping and a seeming sixth sense of quickly finding what I enjoyed most. Lots of women will tell you that I'm notoriously difficult to get off with oral. It might not seem that way, but I consider it high praise that she came very close. I suspect I'll get there on subsequent visits, with our (my) first time jitters out of the way. She stopped, and gave me a half smile before climbing on for some very appreciated cowgirl.
One of the major reasons why I've slowed down in this hobby in the last couple of years is the cruel effects of aging. I work out, and I'm fitter and stronger now than I've ever been. But that only goes so far, as performance in this hobby is concerned. It seems like it's getting harder and harder to get and stay hard, pun intended. I've tried all kinds of remedies, with only limited success.
But with Kacey, my lord. We ripped through that cowgirl and a couple of other positions, including one position that had always been challenging for me to stay hard in, with relish. To say I was amazed is a massive understatement. They say the brain is the most potent erogenous zone, and clearly Kacey had cracked the code with me.
She gave me a little more delightful oral, and I knew that I'd gone as far as I was going to. We curled up on our sides and we chatted languidly. We only spent a few minutes doing this before she glanced up at the clock. I followed her glance, and I was just as surprised as she was that my time was up and then some. The time had passed in a flash. We only spent a few minutes chatting, and I got up and got dressed. She offered me a shower, and I said my goodbyes and slipped out the door.
Many years ago, there was a lady who had gotten me hooked on this hobby. She was a very tall, curvy platinum blonde with striking blue eyes. She wasn't my first, but she was the first one to show me how great a really good GFE could be. I hadn't thought of her in a long time, but Kacey reminded me of her. She had a superficially similar appearance, but it wasn't just that. It was also the warmth, the caring, the feeling of being wrapped up in her affection. I think I may have gotten hooked again, if our time together was any indication of how things are going to go now.
Would I go back and see Kacey? In an eyeblink. It'll be pretty hard to stay away.
For those of you with somewhat longer attention spans, here's the rest of my review.
I mentioned in my review of Jaclyn Starr that the last time I'd seen an escort had been almost a year ago. So after I saw her, I figured it might not quite be a year until the next time, but probably not right away.
But a funny thing happened. When I decided I'd come back to this hobby, I'd done some research and concluded that Kacey Liv probably best fit what I was looking for. Readers of my review of Jaclyn will recall that I had an appointment booked with Kacey, but she had to cancel at short notice. But having gotten so close to meeting her, my curiosity only grew stronger rather than fade away. And as I'd said many times before, there was only one way to satisfy that particular kind of curiosity. I texted her. No introductions, questions, or chitchat was needed this time. She was good for the time and day I wanted, and I whispered a silent prayer that fate wouldn't intervene otherwise this time. Luckily, it didn't. It became time to go, and I drove out.
I arrived at a now familiar upscale condo and parked. I was a little frazzled. The traffic had been heavy and I was late. I hate being late, and that goes double for a first meeting. I know the importance of first impressions. But she was chill and understanding. If she was bothered by my tardiness, she didn't show it. She met me at the door in a fuzzy robe and slippers and led me to her place. The door closed behind us and I gave her a welcoming hug and apologized for my lateness one last time. We hugged and lightly kissed. She's a tall, tall drink of water at probably around 6 feet tall, and I had to reach up for that kiss. But it felt very natural. It was an odd thing, but it felt like I was coming home into the arms of a complete stranger.
I took off my coat and boots. She asked if I wanted to freshen up, and I stepped into the bathroom. Afterwards, I joined her in the bedroom, and she had shed her robe and wore a bright red bra and panty set that showed off her assets to good effect. She shows her face in her ads and she looked just as good as her photos. She has a milkmaid wholesomeness with a modern interpretation, what with her nose rings and plenty of ink. We kissed again standing and I felt wrapped up in her warmth and hospitality. I didn't want to interrupt by getting undressed, but I managed somehow. We tumbled onto the nearby bed, kissing and stroking. She's an absolutely delicious kisser. It felt like it was the homecoming to a dear friend that I hadn't seen in a long time.
We chatted only a little bit, to ask what each other liked. It seemed superfluous, as we had already seemed to find our groove, so to speak. Speaking of which, I soon found my way to paying lip service in the most literal sense. She tasted and smelled great and seemed very appreciative. Afterwards, she asked if I wanted her to go down on me and I said with a big smile sure, I'd heard she was okay at it.
I was joking, but I really had no idea how good she really was. I've read many times about ladies who gave a CBJ that was as good as a BBBJ, and I could only smile and nod. But Kacey was great in this department, with loud slurping and a seeming sixth sense of quickly finding what I enjoyed most. Lots of women will tell you that I'm notoriously difficult to get off with oral. It might not seem that way, but I consider it high praise that she came very close. I suspect I'll get there on subsequent visits, with our (my) first time jitters out of the way. She stopped, and gave me a half smile before climbing on for some very appreciated cowgirl.
One of the major reasons why I've slowed down in this hobby in the last couple of years is the cruel effects of aging. I work out, and I'm fitter and stronger now than I've ever been. But that only goes so far, as performance in this hobby is concerned. It seems like it's getting harder and harder to get and stay hard, pun intended. I've tried all kinds of remedies, with only limited success.
But with Kacey, my lord. We ripped through that cowgirl and a couple of other positions, including one position that had always been challenging for me to stay hard in, with relish. To say I was amazed is a massive understatement. They say the brain is the most potent erogenous zone, and clearly Kacey had cracked the code with me.
She gave me a little more delightful oral, and I knew that I'd gone as far as I was going to. We curled up on our sides and we chatted languidly. We only spent a few minutes doing this before she glanced up at the clock. I followed her glance, and I was just as surprised as she was that my time was up and then some. The time had passed in a flash. We only spent a few minutes chatting, and I got up and got dressed. She offered me a shower, and I said my goodbyes and slipped out the door.
Many years ago, there was a lady who had gotten me hooked on this hobby. She was a very tall, curvy platinum blonde with striking blue eyes. She wasn't my first, but she was the first one to show me how great a really good GFE could be. I hadn't thought of her in a long time, but Kacey reminded me of her. She had a superficially similar appearance, but it wasn't just that. It was also the warmth, the caring, the feeling of being wrapped up in her affection. I think I may have gotten hooked again, if our time together was any indication of how things are going to go now.
Would I go back and see Kacey? In an eyeblink. It'll be pretty hard to stay away.
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