Right, so - some time after my outstanding session with Jenna, I decided to visit this Legends place again. I don’t do well with keeping appointments, so I usually don’t bother… so when I dropped in, the receptionist (not the wicked-cute one with short blonde hair that I had previously lusted after, but rather a taller brunette this time) offered to introduce me to a few of the ladies. I got put in a small room for the introductions (which was seemed to be 60 – 70% filled with TV… considering the size of the rooms, couldn’t they…??? Oh, never mind, it isn’t important… no one is there for the “waiting room” anyways…). Three ladies came in to say hello:
A well built, very pretty black woman, in a distinctly “no-nonsense” leather outfit (Lady Desire, I believe). From what you can tell in 90 seconds, she seemed very well spoken and exquisitely mannered, and was a very attractive woman. She also seemed like she wanted to spank the bejeezus out of me, and that she would hastily get on with doing just that if we were to have a session. Not my thing (very sensitive tail, and too many unpleasant childhood memories repressed to go about kicking open that little chest).
An absolutely stunning petite blonde in a – I can only describe it as a “wild” outfit (I think her name was Dakota). Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to like me much, though. I got the impression that those of you whom she does like would really be in for a treat… and I envy you.
A young black lady in a white corsette. She was cute, but very shy. She told me her name (Alisha? Aliya? I can’t recall precisely, and as you will find, deliberately choose not to…), that she was new to the business. She seemed nice, so I decided to give her a try.
Bad decision. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
***gasp***
Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
So, no more than sixteen minutes after making that choice in the BIG TV room, as I sat in my car – staring straight ahead in disbelief, desperately trying to figure out what the heck actually happened back there – I found I could actually take comfort in the fact that both of us were undoubtedly very happy that it was over, and that with sufficient therapy, there was a chance that maybe one of us might not end up permanently scarred by the incident.
Ok, it will have to be her. Some things even a rabbit will never forget.
It certainly wasn’t any of their doing or fault… but still, I have yet to return to Legends. In fact, I have yet to return to any spa.
Happy (and careful) thumping, all!… and remember: DO YOUR RESEARCH! This CAN happen to you.
A well built, very pretty black woman, in a distinctly “no-nonsense” leather outfit (Lady Desire, I believe). From what you can tell in 90 seconds, she seemed very well spoken and exquisitely mannered, and was a very attractive woman. She also seemed like she wanted to spank the bejeezus out of me, and that she would hastily get on with doing just that if we were to have a session. Not my thing (very sensitive tail, and too many unpleasant childhood memories repressed to go about kicking open that little chest).
An absolutely stunning petite blonde in a – I can only describe it as a “wild” outfit (I think her name was Dakota). Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to like me much, though. I got the impression that those of you whom she does like would really be in for a treat… and I envy you.
A young black lady in a white corsette. She was cute, but very shy. She told me her name (Alisha? Aliya? I can’t recall precisely, and as you will find, deliberately choose not to…), that she was new to the business. She seemed nice, so I decided to give her a try.
Bad decision. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
***gasp***
Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.
So, no more than sixteen minutes after making that choice in the BIG TV room, as I sat in my car – staring straight ahead in disbelief, desperately trying to figure out what the heck actually happened back there – I found I could actually take comfort in the fact that both of us were undoubtedly very happy that it was over, and that with sufficient therapy, there was a chance that maybe one of us might not end up permanently scarred by the incident.
Ok, it will have to be her. Some things even a rabbit will never forget.
It certainly wasn’t any of their doing or fault… but still, I have yet to return to Legends. In fact, I have yet to return to any spa.
Happy (and careful) thumping, all!… and remember: DO YOUR RESEARCH! This CAN happen to you.