I show up at Legends, and the place seems pretty crazy and “backed up”. A young asian lady (whom I’ve never met before) comes to greet me, and takes me to the big TV room where I end up waiting for 20 – 25 minutes before she returns and puts me into the session room. I clean up and wait, and all the while I can’t help overhear sounds coming from the next room that make me wonder if Mr. SexyBoy is back in town (and which poor lady will be reaching for the ice packs…
)….
Ms. Licious enters, and I’m completely taken aback. She’s absolutely gorgeous, with straight dark hair, lovely face, and a body that would even stop Montreal traffic. I get a weird “déjà vu” thing in that I feel like I’ve seen her before… but I suspect that might have just been in a fantasy or two.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
She seems “put off” with me, though… and when you toss that in with a stunned rabbit, it is pretty awkward at the beginning. Words are scarce, and those that come are uncomfortable. I lie down for a massage, and hope for the best….
During the massage, things change… she gets very close, and coos in my ears, and is quite convincing in promises that both her sweet lips and sweeter body are making.
So, she goes about delivering on some of those promises… what she does, she does fantastically well, and I couldn’t be more pleased… but, once again, at certain moments, it feels like she’d rather not be there… or more accurately, she’d rather that I wasn’t. Normally, this would be very disheartening, but like I said, she has tremendous skills, and the things she does are wonderful, and they bring about a prompt and very pleasant conclusion.
So, I figure that I’ll put the poor thing out of her misery and go about on my way… but, oh no, once again, it turns out I’m not at all with “the programme”. See, Ms. Licious gets close again, and while not exactly “cuddly”, she gets very touchy, and treats me to a whole stream of lingering, dreamy moments. The kind of moments that I’d all but given up on trying to find here. The kind of sweetness only given from Seraph.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
So NOW I’m completely “head f#cked”. In fact, at one point in time, as I was staring at her Dee Licious bottom, I find that I am (quite literally) talking to myself, trying to figure out if she wants my company, or if she sees me as a nasty grey blob that needs to be eradicated from her memory.
And, to be frank, this confusion was probably the only thing that kept me from booking her for the rest of the day. The REST of the day.
I have to say I’m still confused and conflicted… but it is crystal clear that Ms. Licious has the ability to provide the best of experiences. It’s almost certainly worth the risk of another session to try and find out….
Happy thumping, all!
)….Ms. Licious enters, and I’m completely taken aback. She’s absolutely gorgeous, with straight dark hair, lovely face, and a body that would even stop Montreal traffic. I get a weird “déjà vu” thing in that I feel like I’ve seen her before… but I suspect that might have just been in a fantasy or two.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
She seems “put off” with me, though… and when you toss that in with a stunned rabbit, it is pretty awkward at the beginning. Words are scarce, and those that come are uncomfortable. I lie down for a massage, and hope for the best….
During the massage, things change… she gets very close, and coos in my ears, and is quite convincing in promises that both her sweet lips and sweeter body are making.
So, she goes about delivering on some of those promises… what she does, she does fantastically well, and I couldn’t be more pleased… but, once again, at certain moments, it feels like she’d rather not be there… or more accurately, she’d rather that I wasn’t. Normally, this would be very disheartening, but like I said, she has tremendous skills, and the things she does are wonderful, and they bring about a prompt and very pleasant conclusion.
So, I figure that I’ll put the poor thing out of her misery and go about on my way… but, oh no, once again, it turns out I’m not at all with “the programme”. See, Ms. Licious gets close again, and while not exactly “cuddly”, she gets very touchy, and treats me to a whole stream of lingering, dreamy moments. The kind of moments that I’d all but given up on trying to find here. The kind of sweetness only given from Seraph.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
So NOW I’m completely “head f#cked”.
In fact, at one point in time, as I was staring at her Dee Licious bottom, I find that I am (quite literally) talking to myself, trying to figure out if she wants my company, or if she sees me as a nasty grey blob that needs to be eradicated from her memory.And, to be frank, this confusion was probably the only thing that kept me from booking her for the rest of the day. The REST of the day.
I have to say I’m still confused and conflicted… but it is crystal clear that Ms. Licious has the ability to provide the best of experiences. It’s almost certainly worth the risk of another session to try and find out….
Happy thumping, all!
