M69 sees detente in the 'Peg :thumb:
A statuesque tall blonde denizen from Belarus descends upon us! As is almost always the case, one is struck by the breathtaking Amazon femininity of the Eastern European woman up close. I was taken aback at first; I was immediately struck by her uncanny resemblance to a certain local blonde equally-statuesque Icelandic SP who has long since disappeared.
It was a party right from the word go. :eyebrows: I entered the room, laid out the Christmas cheer, a bottle of Barefoot Cab Sav with a couple of glasses, but she replied with a bottle of Malbec, we poured, talked and laughed on the bed. She was wearing a lacy black bra and matching panties, no heels required as she is quite tall.
We had a great connection; she appeals at so many different levels: goddess beauty but personable and authentic. You know you are welcome when a girl grabs your cock as you walk through the door!
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As she said: "I am open-minded, I love everything and do anything. I want a real man who is up for interesting, different things. It's boring sitting in this room doing the same kind of sex again and again. What can you show me?".
Poor girl, she must of just finished a session with Pedro.
A quick shower then it was off to the races. We made out on the bed first, then she moved to vigorous oral, interspersed with gulps of wine and hot talk. She leaped to 69 and at 6 feet tall I find her an ideal fit. Could really get that tongue around the balls in 69, a challenge for shorter girls. Her on top, me on top, side-by-side; it was energetic, fat-burning......and low cal!
We broke again, so enjoying each other's company that we started getting into a discussion of having a threesome with her friend Nikita, discussing the fine points between sips of wine. It was decided a king-size bed in a suite at a certain downtown hotel was in order. I mentioned positions like "Triangle" and "Steeple" with her and she looked a little puzzled. Oh, boy, Master is going to enjoy educating this new student on her next visit!
"Are you ready to fuck, I want to feel you inside me", she said with breathy horniness.
We started with Mish, then we stretched into Deck Chair, Drill and Folded Deck Chair. So far, so good, let's start letting the throttle out. I felt her warming up to everything, matching my moves with ease. We were ready for greater challenges, the stuff that most girls can't handle, can't understand or just plain won't try. She was so easy to lead, like a pliable dance partner. Intersextion delighted her, then I segued us into Ex-sex, something I had only pulled off with one other girl before. Then it was Scissors, and Scissors -Seated. Without releasing her, we re-positioned to Sitting Bull then Sockets then Twister.
What a great dance partner! She was fluid the way she moved from position to position, able to cover more ground in an hour than a typical wife will in.......well....in an entire marriage.
"For the next part, you have to get on the floor", I purred to her. "Show me", she replied, with no fear or hesitation. I lied on the ground, balanced on my shoulders and stuck my ass up in the air.
"Ah, I know of this position" she chimed knowingly, in a seductive Belarussian accent. "But I have never done it before". "Positions", I subtlely corrected her. She got into it like a kid eager to ride her first bike, and then it was Pile Driver, Overpass, and......the grand finale.......Pile Driver -Reverse! It's Doggie-on-Steroids, that position. "I like the view of your ass", she chimed. "Ditto", I chirped meekly, a spent force that melted to the ground, my body flowing over hers onto the carpet.
We recovered, drank a bit more, then made plans to go out for sushi, or at least find something to eat. A quick shower together, soaping each other up then drying each other off, and we headed out the door. She was stylishly dressed in a funky black hat and black jacket, the poster girl for Queen St West hipster style.
The lack of decent late-night cuisine and joie de vivre in Winnipeg after 10 pm on a Thursday night is depressing, shameful. The hotel kitchen and three nearby downtown restaurants were all closed. Unthinkable in Madrid, Paris, Toronto, New York, Rome, Florence, Bangkok........and probably even in Portage La Prairie. They all get started at 10 pm!
We hit Sushi-to-Go in the Village, her first excursion away from the hotel, and had a cool experience there, downing three carafes of hot sake, splitting a seafood noodle soup, miko soup and slamming back a whole bunch of sashimi and sushi, getting progressively drunker and teasing the waitress along the way. If there is one place where a Winnipegger might impress a visitor with a sense of active nighttime street life, it's Osborne.
I convinced her to return to River City; I let her know that other traveling ladies had patiently endured what she has put up with on this tour and that in time, several have built up a clientele that know where the SP is coming from, and won't waste the SP's time with detailed inquires that lead to nothing.
She's off to Regina now, attracted to the higher merits and better riches of the Wheat province. Yes, sadly, the Green Machine has better football and better pooners. Want a hockey team too, Regina? It's not helping us.
Damage: $$$/hr (and I bought the late night sushi snacks and libations)
L: 9
A: 12
S: 12
Atmosphere: 8 ("Miracle on 34st" played in the background while pooning at the Olympic level. A little weird)
This all-star blonde goddess can easily fill the shoes of long-gone Alisa, and then some, with her fantastic attitude, open-mindedness and physical beauty. She WILL return!
A statuesque tall blonde denizen from Belarus descends upon us! As is almost always the case, one is struck by the breathtaking Amazon femininity of the Eastern European woman up close. I was taken aback at first; I was immediately struck by her uncanny resemblance to a certain local blonde equally-statuesque Icelandic SP who has long since disappeared.
It was a party right from the word go. :eyebrows: I entered the room, laid out the Christmas cheer, a bottle of Barefoot Cab Sav with a couple of glasses, but she replied with a bottle of Malbec, we poured, talked and laughed on the bed. She was wearing a lacy black bra and matching panties, no heels required as she is quite tall.
We had a great connection; she appeals at so many different levels: goddess beauty but personable and authentic. You know you are welcome when a girl grabs your cock as you walk through the door!
ound:As she said: "I am open-minded, I love everything and do anything. I want a real man who is up for interesting, different things. It's boring sitting in this room doing the same kind of sex again and again. What can you show me?".
Poor girl, she must of just finished a session with Pedro.
A quick shower then it was off to the races. We made out on the bed first, then she moved to vigorous oral, interspersed with gulps of wine and hot talk. She leaped to 69 and at 6 feet tall I find her an ideal fit. Could really get that tongue around the balls in 69, a challenge for shorter girls. Her on top, me on top, side-by-side; it was energetic, fat-burning......and low cal!
We broke again, so enjoying each other's company that we started getting into a discussion of having a threesome with her friend Nikita, discussing the fine points between sips of wine. It was decided a king-size bed in a suite at a certain downtown hotel was in order. I mentioned positions like "Triangle" and "Steeple" with her and she looked a little puzzled. Oh, boy, Master is going to enjoy educating this new student on her next visit!
"Are you ready to fuck, I want to feel you inside me", she said with breathy horniness.
We started with Mish, then we stretched into Deck Chair, Drill and Folded Deck Chair. So far, so good, let's start letting the throttle out. I felt her warming up to everything, matching my moves with ease. We were ready for greater challenges, the stuff that most girls can't handle, can't understand or just plain won't try. She was so easy to lead, like a pliable dance partner. Intersextion delighted her, then I segued us into Ex-sex, something I had only pulled off with one other girl before. Then it was Scissors, and Scissors -Seated. Without releasing her, we re-positioned to Sitting Bull then Sockets then Twister.
What a great dance partner! She was fluid the way she moved from position to position, able to cover more ground in an hour than a typical wife will in.......well....in an entire marriage.
"For the next part, you have to get on the floor", I purred to her. "Show me", she replied, with no fear or hesitation. I lied on the ground, balanced on my shoulders and stuck my ass up in the air.
"Ah, I know of this position" she chimed knowingly, in a seductive Belarussian accent. "But I have never done it before". "Positions", I subtlely corrected her. She got into it like a kid eager to ride her first bike, and then it was Pile Driver, Overpass, and......the grand finale.......Pile Driver -Reverse! It's Doggie-on-Steroids, that position. "I like the view of your ass", she chimed. "Ditto", I chirped meekly, a spent force that melted to the ground, my body flowing over hers onto the carpet.
We recovered, drank a bit more, then made plans to go out for sushi, or at least find something to eat. A quick shower together, soaping each other up then drying each other off, and we headed out the door. She was stylishly dressed in a funky black hat and black jacket, the poster girl for Queen St West hipster style.
The lack of decent late-night cuisine and joie de vivre in Winnipeg after 10 pm on a Thursday night is depressing, shameful. The hotel kitchen and three nearby downtown restaurants were all closed. Unthinkable in Madrid, Paris, Toronto, New York, Rome, Florence, Bangkok........and probably even in Portage La Prairie. They all get started at 10 pm!
We hit Sushi-to-Go in the Village, her first excursion away from the hotel, and had a cool experience there, downing three carafes of hot sake, splitting a seafood noodle soup, miko soup and slamming back a whole bunch of sashimi and sushi, getting progressively drunker and teasing the waitress along the way. If there is one place where a Winnipegger might impress a visitor with a sense of active nighttime street life, it's Osborne.
I convinced her to return to River City; I let her know that other traveling ladies had patiently endured what she has put up with on this tour and that in time, several have built up a clientele that know where the SP is coming from, and won't waste the SP's time with detailed inquires that lead to nothing.
She's off to Regina now, attracted to the higher merits and better riches of the Wheat province. Yes, sadly, the Green Machine has better football and better pooners. Want a hockey team too, Regina? It's not helping us.
Damage: $$$/hr (and I bought the late night sushi snacks and libations)
L: 9
A: 12
S: 12
Atmosphere: 8 ("Miracle on 34st" played in the background while pooning at the Olympic level. A little weird)
This all-star blonde goddess can easily fill the shoes of long-gone Alisa, and then some, with her fantastic attitude, open-mindedness and physical beauty. She WILL return!
