From our earlier reports:
"...but I was perfectly fine in the morning. Just in time to be crushed by Hurricane Dana. Now Dana is a Force of Nature."
"At the moment, I'm fairly speechless. Hurricane Dana came through and destroyed the port, burst all the levees, and left the town of Rollerboy in utter disarray."
I first got a glimpse of Dana back in late April. After a wonderful whirl with beautiful Kali, sublime Gwyneth, and the unimaginable Serena, I ran into a rough patch, with three straight uninspired sessions with new ladies. Screw that, I’m spending my whole last night with Serena, I decided as I left the old SU premises. At that moment, as I walked out, an absolute sun-kissed goddess blew in from the sea, glorious in the rays of the afternoon Sun. Man, I almost turned straight around and went back in. How I wish I had.
Later that day, talking shop with some of my Perb buddies, the topic of Dana arose. “Have you seen her?” they asked. Now, I had been shooting down a number of the highly recommended names bandied about, my recent string of experiences had led me to think that there were a lot of blind pooners on the board, or that Perberts were a bit like fishermen, always willing to spin a bit of a yarn about their latest and greatest encounter. "She was this beautiful," they'd assert, hands held wide apart. Well, I hated to be such a wet blanket, so at last I could say here was one new girl who genuinely appeared to be a beauty. Hugedman has great instincts, and we share common admiration for the radiance of Audrey, so he pounced quickly. I've been watching enviously from the sidelines since.
At last here was my shot with Dana. Dana greated me at the top of the stairs, a 7-foot tall version of Alicia Silverstone crossed with Estella Warren. The precious curl of her lips, flawless golden skin, green eyes full of life and mirth and laughter. Full lips, so soft and inviting, mouth always willing, endless wet passionate kisses. Dana is the Perfect Storm.
We spoke of Perb. What is the distinction between an “escort” and a “hooker”?
“I’m a hooker,” she stated matter-of-factly. “A dirty whore,” she giggled.
“And how!” I agreed. “I love dirty whores, especially when the dirty whore is also a breathtaking goddess.”
Long legs stretching until forever, we joked about her magnificent length.
“I’m a samsquatch!” she cried, her eyes inverted crescents of mischief.
“I think Jeffu loves me,” she boasted.
I pondered that for a moment. Only a truly crazy person would fall in love with a wild, untamed force of nature like Dana.
“Jeff doesn’t love you, I love you!” I howled, “I love you, Baby!” and we broke up laughing.
Her clothes, a nightgown with the back cut down to her shapely ass, came off in a single motion. “I love my tits,” she sighed, as she caressed herself, playing with her pert nipples until they became erect. They are rather worthy of deep emotion, I agreed, exploring her body. “I love my pussy,” an invitation to dine, which I did, sating my hunger for her beautiful sex. And as perfectly lovely as I found her, miraculously I found her ever more beautiful as I entered her pretty mouth. She lovingly provided the best CBJ I've ever had.
We laughed and kissed and rolled all night. I haven’t laughed so much, or had so much fun with a girl, in ages. Her kisses were sultry, wet, and lustful. Her lips pressed against mine until the moment I left out the door of Seductions.
Favorite quote: “There’s always time to stick a bottle in my pussy.”
"...but I was perfectly fine in the morning. Just in time to be crushed by Hurricane Dana. Now Dana is a Force of Nature."
"At the moment, I'm fairly speechless. Hurricane Dana came through and destroyed the port, burst all the levees, and left the town of Rollerboy in utter disarray."
I first got a glimpse of Dana back in late April. After a wonderful whirl with beautiful Kali, sublime Gwyneth, and the unimaginable Serena, I ran into a rough patch, with three straight uninspired sessions with new ladies. Screw that, I’m spending my whole last night with Serena, I decided as I left the old SU premises. At that moment, as I walked out, an absolute sun-kissed goddess blew in from the sea, glorious in the rays of the afternoon Sun. Man, I almost turned straight around and went back in. How I wish I had.
Later that day, talking shop with some of my Perb buddies, the topic of Dana arose. “Have you seen her?” they asked. Now, I had been shooting down a number of the highly recommended names bandied about, my recent string of experiences had led me to think that there were a lot of blind pooners on the board, or that Perberts were a bit like fishermen, always willing to spin a bit of a yarn about their latest and greatest encounter. "She was this beautiful," they'd assert, hands held wide apart. Well, I hated to be such a wet blanket, so at last I could say here was one new girl who genuinely appeared to be a beauty. Hugedman has great instincts, and we share common admiration for the radiance of Audrey, so he pounced quickly. I've been watching enviously from the sidelines since.
At last here was my shot with Dana. Dana greated me at the top of the stairs, a 7-foot tall version of Alicia Silverstone crossed with Estella Warren. The precious curl of her lips, flawless golden skin, green eyes full of life and mirth and laughter. Full lips, so soft and inviting, mouth always willing, endless wet passionate kisses. Dana is the Perfect Storm.
We spoke of Perb. What is the distinction between an “escort” and a “hooker”?
“I’m a hooker,” she stated matter-of-factly. “A dirty whore,” she giggled.
“And how!” I agreed. “I love dirty whores, especially when the dirty whore is also a breathtaking goddess.”
Long legs stretching until forever, we joked about her magnificent length.
“I’m a samsquatch!” she cried, her eyes inverted crescents of mischief.
“I think Jeffu loves me,” she boasted.
I pondered that for a moment. Only a truly crazy person would fall in love with a wild, untamed force of nature like Dana.
“Jeff doesn’t love you, I love you!” I howled, “I love you, Baby!” and we broke up laughing.
Her clothes, a nightgown with the back cut down to her shapely ass, came off in a single motion. “I love my tits,” she sighed, as she caressed herself, playing with her pert nipples until they became erect. They are rather worthy of deep emotion, I agreed, exploring her body. “I love my pussy,” an invitation to dine, which I did, sating my hunger for her beautiful sex. And as perfectly lovely as I found her, miraculously I found her ever more beautiful as I entered her pretty mouth. She lovingly provided the best CBJ I've ever had.
We laughed and kissed and rolled all night. I haven’t laughed so much, or had so much fun with a girl, in ages. Her kisses were sultry, wet, and lustful. Her lips pressed against mine until the moment I left out the door of Seductions.
Favorite quote: “There’s always time to stick a bottle in my pussy.”
