Reviewing women from Islands Finest (or VC) is about as useful as recommending beers at Spinnakers. I've been lucky enough to try most of the taps this year, and each has been unique and wonderful. Independents and AMPs offer better value when they work out, but for now I can afford to pay the premium for women who seem so well taken care of by their agencies and their clients. This review probably won't help you decide whom to see next. Hopefully that's ok. I didn't really write it for you.
One of the joys of discovering a new hobby in middle age is meeting women who echo decades of friends, missed connections and crushes. Karlee and Avril moved to the Island together around the time I started visiting IF, and my brief visits with them have expanded my perspective on life and women in ways I didn't expect.
I hadn't seen Karlee since she super-charged an unbelievable foursome back in January, bringing vivaciousness bordering on smut. On her own today, and with time to talk she surprised me with an overpowering flirty sexiness that kept drawing me back to conversation even when her mouth was full (An important reminder that paying to eat a girl out entitles you look her in the eye and enjoy her smile for free). Karlee's photos don't do her justice because so much of her character lives in her face and eyes. We had a lot to catch up on, and she danced and laughed from topic to topic. Karlee was that curvy cool girl at the y2k bush party who read Atwood, played bass and spit out her Dentyne to give me a back seat BBBJ that ruined me for twenty years. She is Aphrodite, but if you come to worship be prepared to stand naked and look the goddess in the eye.
You didn't know my first crush, C. She was petite, sharp, athletic and kind. Watching her pull herself out of Saanich Inlet to stand dripping on the dock affected me so much that I barely said five words to C through high school before we all lost touch. Three decades later, Avril didn't take me back to relive my first and deepest tween crush. Instead she showed me on what C must have been like in her confident twenties, and made me long to know them both in their thirties and their fifties. I used to worry that I might be trapping Avril at 22 in a golden cage that would deny her the career and family life that have brought me so much happiness. I needn't have worried. Avril has uncaged herself, and I am left to remember her and C as they were and are, and to imagine them surfing together into their golden years.
One of the joys of discovering a new hobby in middle age is meeting women who echo decades of friends, missed connections and crushes. Karlee and Avril moved to the Island together around the time I started visiting IF, and my brief visits with them have expanded my perspective on life and women in ways I didn't expect.
I hadn't seen Karlee since she super-charged an unbelievable foursome back in January, bringing vivaciousness bordering on smut. On her own today, and with time to talk she surprised me with an overpowering flirty sexiness that kept drawing me back to conversation even when her mouth was full (An important reminder that paying to eat a girl out entitles you look her in the eye and enjoy her smile for free). Karlee's photos don't do her justice because so much of her character lives in her face and eyes. We had a lot to catch up on, and she danced and laughed from topic to topic. Karlee was that curvy cool girl at the y2k bush party who read Atwood, played bass and spit out her Dentyne to give me a back seat BBBJ that ruined me for twenty years. She is Aphrodite, but if you come to worship be prepared to stand naked and look the goddess in the eye.
You didn't know my first crush, C. She was petite, sharp, athletic and kind. Watching her pull herself out of Saanich Inlet to stand dripping on the dock affected me so much that I barely said five words to C through high school before we all lost touch. Three decades later, Avril didn't take me back to relive my first and deepest tween crush. Instead she showed me on what C must have been like in her confident twenties, and made me long to know them both in their thirties and their fifties. I used to worry that I might be trapping Avril at 22 in a golden cage that would deny her the career and family life that have brought me so much happiness. I needn't have worried. Avril has uncaged herself, and I am left to remember her and C as they were and are, and to imagine them surfing together into their golden years.
