It was an early morning sometime in the last week that I parked downtown and started walking in anticipation towards the downtown hotel that Katrine was staying at.
I had read the reviews, and while I respected all the reviewers from their past work, I still didn't think that all this hype could be justified.
We had communicated in text at first, and a quick phone call the night before confirmed our appointment for the next day.
I woke early, and texted her to make sure things were still on, and promptly received a response that she was up already and if I wanted to show up early that was fine.
Five minutes later, showered and shaved, I was driving, surprised as I am not usually an early morning type person in this situation but was excited regardless.
Fast forward to the knock on the door. The anticipation.
You all know what I mean. Hoping that what lies beyond is the same or better than the pictures.
The door opens, and standing in a sexy one piece dress is Katrine.
Wow.
I stutter my good morning as my tongue is untying itself in my mouth. My eyes check her out from her perfectly manicured toes to her smiling brown eyes that have a hint of mischief, and more than a hint of seduction.
Her place is done up properly. Other girls take note. This is how clients should be greeted, with the atmosphere important to the whole experience.
Candles, king size bed, neat, and orderly.
My session, as most of mine are, was intent on making her happy. I'm not a full service guy so much due to my own limits based on my existing personal relationship, and my hobby is driven more by the appreciation of a beautiful woman.
After dropping most of my clothes on the floor I joined her on the bed, reaching out to run my finger along her skin. So soft. Katrine takes care of herself in more ways than just going to the gym. Her hair, skin, and makeup, were perfect.
She is beautiful, with that look of passion locked down in her eyes.
She moved to lay beside me and teased me with her fingertips. I kissed her neck, moving along to her ears, whispering what I wanted to do, what I wanted her to do. She moaned her responses as we had communicated before about my likes, and she was more than willing to comply.
In one motion, she rolled on top of me as I pulled her dress up and over her head to reveal her large breasts, capped with sensitive nipples that begged to be kissed, licked, and sucked.
She moved up to grant me access, moving my mouth from one to the other at her pace. I kissed and teased them, showing her as she looked down in appreciation, what my tongue was going to be doing later.
I don't know how much time passed, nor did I care.
I could feel her hips moving and she told me how wet I was making her. She moved up slowly, looking down at me with those seductive brown eyes, her stomach tight, flat, and the result of a lot of work. I kissed a trail down between her legs as she moved up, knees over my shoulder, and placing herself at my lips.
I kissed her gently, feeling her respond as she pushed against my mouth.
My tongue teased her, feeling the response, tasting her.
Sweet. Nectar to me, and I started to explore her more.
The view was almost enough to have me finish without any type of touch. Looking up as her sexy brown eyes looked down, her hands on the headboard in front of her, on my head, holding it there, moving my mouth where she wanted.
I wrapped my arms around her legs, holding her there against my mouth. Drinking her in. Teasing. Tasting. Circling her clit slowly as I traced the same pattern on her nipples, watching as she kept me there, no reason for her to move.
Her moans increased, as did mine. Her rhythm increasing as she got closer.
Then I felt it coming, Inside her at first and building outwards.
She went still, and then started to shake. Her moans unrestricted as she exploded and I held my tongue against her, feeling her pulse in release.
Then silence. She sat still, catching her breath, and I rolled to the side, keeping my mouth on her, kissing and teasing so lightly, knowing how sensitive she was.
She didn't seem like she wanted to move, and as I said before, this is my favorite thing to do, so I wasn't moving.
I was still hard. Rock hard. Whether it was her responsiveness, or the view that I had before me, that wasn't going away.
In a few minutes she started to respond again. I looked up and saw her teasing her nipples as she looked down at me, my hands under her perfect ass, holding it there like I was holding a slice of watermelon, ready to taste her deeply again.
Her hips started moving, and the sight of her looking down between her breasts had me questing to please her again.
I took her challenge, and ten minutes later was rewarded again....hands holding my head down, ass muscles lifting her hips off the bed in throes of orgasm, my tongue lapping her up and then stopping, letting her relax, almost feeling her purr in satisfaction.
Since there was no motion towards moving, I stayed where I was, proud of my accomplishments so far. I wasn't finished though. I like leaving an impression.
A few minutes went by where I could hear her breathing resume at a more normal pace.
Light kisses though elicited a change.
Could it be? Does she have another one left in there?
I needed to explore this beautiful womans limits, and started to tease her everywhere BUT the spot she desired. The inside of her thighs, turning her so I could grab her ass with one hands under and the other hand around her leg to lay on her stomach, pushing down enough to feel her muscles tightening as she got ready for me.
Bit by bit. Slowly feeling her respond as I knew that I was reaching heights that she hadn't reached before.
I felt it start. Far away, but it was there. There was a third one laying dormant that just needed waking up.
It woke up.
It took a while, but I wasn't missing out, and slowly I felt the waves start.
This was more than just an explosion.
This was an earthquake that had aftershocks.
Her legs couldn't stop shaking.
The waves of pleasure undulated for close to a minute, and her legs shaking kept going long after that.
She was speechless.
I knew that there wasn't another one there. To try again would have not been pleasurable.
I moved away, kissing down her legs as I told her to just relax.
Her hand reached over to see that I was pulsing, harder than I can remember, and the touch of her hand was heaven.
Oil was close, and she decided to focus her attentions on me.
I knew that she had to be exhausted so I was quite happy to enjoy her skill, and lay back as she made sure that my efforts were rewarded.
Her teasing, and touch, were soon enough to put me over the edge as the images of her in explosion still flooded my memory.
There was a little time for us to talk after, and she is smart and can talk on a variety of topics.
Smart, funny, and has a love of life that is addictive.
So much so that we made arrangements to meet up that evening for a quick bite to eat, and another session......that same evening.
Without going into more detail than I already have, lets just say that there was more of the same (I think I have solved the mystery of whether you can get addicted to someones taste!).
From first session in the morning, to the last one of the day, I can't remember having an experience like that.
By far the best.
Truly a wonderful person who is wise beyond her years, and an example for the others as to the heights they need to match.
I will miss her when she leaves and can't wait till she returns.
Truly a special woman.
I had read the reviews, and while I respected all the reviewers from their past work, I still didn't think that all this hype could be justified.
We had communicated in text at first, and a quick phone call the night before confirmed our appointment for the next day.
I woke early, and texted her to make sure things were still on, and promptly received a response that she was up already and if I wanted to show up early that was fine.
Five minutes later, showered and shaved, I was driving, surprised as I am not usually an early morning type person in this situation but was excited regardless.
Fast forward to the knock on the door. The anticipation.
You all know what I mean. Hoping that what lies beyond is the same or better than the pictures.
The door opens, and standing in a sexy one piece dress is Katrine.
Wow.
I stutter my good morning as my tongue is untying itself in my mouth. My eyes check her out from her perfectly manicured toes to her smiling brown eyes that have a hint of mischief, and more than a hint of seduction.
Her place is done up properly. Other girls take note. This is how clients should be greeted, with the atmosphere important to the whole experience.
Candles, king size bed, neat, and orderly.
My session, as most of mine are, was intent on making her happy. I'm not a full service guy so much due to my own limits based on my existing personal relationship, and my hobby is driven more by the appreciation of a beautiful woman.
After dropping most of my clothes on the floor I joined her on the bed, reaching out to run my finger along her skin. So soft. Katrine takes care of herself in more ways than just going to the gym. Her hair, skin, and makeup, were perfect.
She is beautiful, with that look of passion locked down in her eyes.
She moved to lay beside me and teased me with her fingertips. I kissed her neck, moving along to her ears, whispering what I wanted to do, what I wanted her to do. She moaned her responses as we had communicated before about my likes, and she was more than willing to comply.
In one motion, she rolled on top of me as I pulled her dress up and over her head to reveal her large breasts, capped with sensitive nipples that begged to be kissed, licked, and sucked.
She moved up to grant me access, moving my mouth from one to the other at her pace. I kissed and teased them, showing her as she looked down in appreciation, what my tongue was going to be doing later.
I don't know how much time passed, nor did I care.
I could feel her hips moving and she told me how wet I was making her. She moved up slowly, looking down at me with those seductive brown eyes, her stomach tight, flat, and the result of a lot of work. I kissed a trail down between her legs as she moved up, knees over my shoulder, and placing herself at my lips.
I kissed her gently, feeling her respond as she pushed against my mouth.
My tongue teased her, feeling the response, tasting her.
Sweet. Nectar to me, and I started to explore her more.
The view was almost enough to have me finish without any type of touch. Looking up as her sexy brown eyes looked down, her hands on the headboard in front of her, on my head, holding it there, moving my mouth where she wanted.
I wrapped my arms around her legs, holding her there against my mouth. Drinking her in. Teasing. Tasting. Circling her clit slowly as I traced the same pattern on her nipples, watching as she kept me there, no reason for her to move.
Her moans increased, as did mine. Her rhythm increasing as she got closer.
Then I felt it coming, Inside her at first and building outwards.
She went still, and then started to shake. Her moans unrestricted as she exploded and I held my tongue against her, feeling her pulse in release.
Then silence. She sat still, catching her breath, and I rolled to the side, keeping my mouth on her, kissing and teasing so lightly, knowing how sensitive she was.
She didn't seem like she wanted to move, and as I said before, this is my favorite thing to do, so I wasn't moving.
I was still hard. Rock hard. Whether it was her responsiveness, or the view that I had before me, that wasn't going away.
In a few minutes she started to respond again. I looked up and saw her teasing her nipples as she looked down at me, my hands under her perfect ass, holding it there like I was holding a slice of watermelon, ready to taste her deeply again.
Her hips started moving, and the sight of her looking down between her breasts had me questing to please her again.
I took her challenge, and ten minutes later was rewarded again....hands holding my head down, ass muscles lifting her hips off the bed in throes of orgasm, my tongue lapping her up and then stopping, letting her relax, almost feeling her purr in satisfaction.
Since there was no motion towards moving, I stayed where I was, proud of my accomplishments so far. I wasn't finished though. I like leaving an impression.
A few minutes went by where I could hear her breathing resume at a more normal pace.
Light kisses though elicited a change.
Could it be? Does she have another one left in there?
I needed to explore this beautiful womans limits, and started to tease her everywhere BUT the spot she desired. The inside of her thighs, turning her so I could grab her ass with one hands under and the other hand around her leg to lay on her stomach, pushing down enough to feel her muscles tightening as she got ready for me.
Bit by bit. Slowly feeling her respond as I knew that I was reaching heights that she hadn't reached before.
I felt it start. Far away, but it was there. There was a third one laying dormant that just needed waking up.
It woke up.
It took a while, but I wasn't missing out, and slowly I felt the waves start.
This was more than just an explosion.
This was an earthquake that had aftershocks.
Her legs couldn't stop shaking.
The waves of pleasure undulated for close to a minute, and her legs shaking kept going long after that.
She was speechless.
I knew that there wasn't another one there. To try again would have not been pleasurable.
I moved away, kissing down her legs as I told her to just relax.
Her hand reached over to see that I was pulsing, harder than I can remember, and the touch of her hand was heaven.
Oil was close, and she decided to focus her attentions on me.
I knew that she had to be exhausted so I was quite happy to enjoy her skill, and lay back as she made sure that my efforts were rewarded.
Her teasing, and touch, were soon enough to put me over the edge as the images of her in explosion still flooded my memory.
There was a little time for us to talk after, and she is smart and can talk on a variety of topics.
Smart, funny, and has a love of life that is addictive.
So much so that we made arrangements to meet up that evening for a quick bite to eat, and another session......that same evening.
Without going into more detail than I already have, lets just say that there was more of the same (I think I have solved the mystery of whether you can get addicted to someones taste!).
From first session in the morning, to the last one of the day, I can't remember having an experience like that.
By far the best.
Truly a wonderful person who is wise beyond her years, and an example for the others as to the heights they need to match.
I will miss her when she leaves and can't wait till she returns.
Truly a special woman.
What an amazing town with amazing gentlemen Winnipeg has become for me in a week. 