So I’m greeted at the door by the lovely Ms. Amelia. As she takes me to a room, she confirms “You’re here for Kendra, right?”, to which I respond “Yes, please” (even though it’s a struggle to hold back the gutteral “Kennnnnnndrahhhh… KendraKendraKendra Kennnnnndrrrrrrahhhh!”). She observes that everyone is looking for Kendra, and I say that sounds about right.
Nice, huh? I'm such a f#cking idiot.
And with that little faux pas on my part, she stops and stares piercingly at me… not angry, I don’t think (or at least I hope she isn’t), but very inquisitive. I feel very self conscious and avert her gaze, and explain that it makes sense to me, because I know that my penis gets very angry with me if I go too long without seeing Ms. Kendra. What I don’t tell Ms. Amelia is that – at that particular moment – my penis was telling me throw her up on the table for a quickie while we wait (he’s a pathetic yet ambitious little fellow with delusions of grandeur, I’m afraid, and doesn’t always appreciate that we need to get permission for those sorts of things). Ms. Amelia is a beautiful young lady.
Seemingly content with my explanation, she starts my shower for me and leaves me to wait for my treat.
Ms. Kendra enters. She’s wearing a slinky black outfit, but only for mere seconds (I suspect that is because it was so very hot and muggy in there, but far be if from me to complain). She’s stunning, of course, and her hair is tied up today (also heat related, I think). I have mixed feelings about the hair… it shows off prime “nuzzling” territory along her neck line, and it sure is pretty… but it makes me worry that I won’t have anything to hold on to if she starts with the “steamrollering”…. She flashes me the biggest smile as she returns my wave across the room, and I try to “will” her to me.
She’s a complete joy to be with, as always, and showers me with affection (both verbal and physical). And my suspicion that she “researches” me continues to grow – not in an intrusive way, but in trying to be pleasing to me – and that’s a very good thing….
Things get even steamier, of course, and “rollier”, which is fortunate for me, and she “eggs me on” with her naughty, naughty talk (which makes me blush, but it’s so frikkin’ hot), and it isn’t very long until I show her how much I appreciate her.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Afterwards, it’s too hot to linger as much as I’d like to, so I just gobble down as much of her company as I can while we clean and she tidies, and then I put the poor girl out of her misery as I take my leave and hop home a very happy bunny.
There’s a very good reason why everyone is looking for Ms. Kendra. And I like reminding myself of it as often as I can.
Happy thumping, all!
Nice, huh? I'm such a f#cking idiot.
And with that little faux pas on my part, she stops and stares piercingly at me… not angry, I don’t think (or at least I hope she isn’t), but very inquisitive. I feel very self conscious and avert her gaze, and explain that it makes sense to me, because I know that my penis gets very angry with me if I go too long without seeing Ms. Kendra. What I don’t tell Ms. Amelia is that – at that particular moment – my penis was telling me throw her up on the table for a quickie while we wait (he’s a pathetic yet ambitious little fellow with delusions of grandeur, I’m afraid, and doesn’t always appreciate that we need to get permission for those sorts of things). Ms. Amelia is a beautiful young lady.
Seemingly content with my explanation, she starts my shower for me and leaves me to wait for my treat.
Ms. Kendra enters. She’s wearing a slinky black outfit, but only for mere seconds (I suspect that is because it was so very hot and muggy in there, but far be if from me to complain). She’s stunning, of course, and her hair is tied up today (also heat related, I think). I have mixed feelings about the hair… it shows off prime “nuzzling” territory along her neck line, and it sure is pretty… but it makes me worry that I won’t have anything to hold on to if she starts with the “steamrollering”…. She flashes me the biggest smile as she returns my wave across the room, and I try to “will” her to me.
She’s a complete joy to be with, as always, and showers me with affection (both verbal and physical). And my suspicion that she “researches” me continues to grow – not in an intrusive way, but in trying to be pleasing to me – and that’s a very good thing….
Things get even steamier, of course, and “rollier”, which is fortunate for me, and she “eggs me on” with her naughty, naughty talk (which makes me blush, but it’s so frikkin’ hot), and it isn’t very long until I show her how much I appreciate her.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Afterwards, it’s too hot to linger as much as I’d like to, so I just gobble down as much of her company as I can while we clean and she tidies, and then I put the poor girl out of her misery as I take my leave and hop home a very happy bunny.
There’s a very good reason why everyone is looking for Ms. Kendra. And I like reminding myself of it as often as I can.
Happy thumping, all!
