I wore my "Established Man" attire, with Gucci shoes, Rolex watch, a pink shirt (yeah, I can wear pink. What of it?), a pink-and-navy-blue rep tie, off-white dress slacks and my dark velvet blazer. Going over board, I even had my hair styled the previous day by my stylist on Sherbrook, slicked back to complete the "power look".
I knocked on the hotel door. She answered.
Mi Dios en el Cielo!!! Una diosa!!!!
She is a goddess chiseled out of the finest Argentinian marble! My eyes must have popped out briefly as I took her in, dressed in a black push-up bra and a lacey and flimsy black thong. It was one of those moments where a woman's sexy beauty concusses a man's frontal lobes, if ever so briefly, rendering him.....stupid! It's involuntary, nothing a man can do about it. She looked so hot, my brain froze. I was near-apoplectic but fought off dropping down to my knees and saying: "I will worship you now!"
I shook it off and started into small talk. I was kind of playing a pre-rehearsed tape of conversation out of my mouth while my mind thought: "What gorgeous perfect breasts (yes, surgically-enhanced. But, I don't care), and such a tight athletic body. What a pretty face and long blond hair! An ass to die for!!!! Oh, gimmee, gimmee, gimmeeeeee! I want that ass...right NOW" My excited ID wanted me to tear into her right then and there, while my Super-Ego slapped my ID down and said: "Be patient, junior. Be a gentleman. You will feed.......soon."
I think I caught her off-guard too. She likely didn't expect a guy in a summer casual suit-and-tie in Winnipeg....or anywhere else...on a Sunday afternoon. She kind of stumbled around the room looking for the words, with that sexy Latino accent of hers. This just paraded her fabulous sexy body (and fantastic ass!!!) in front of me, now giving me a roaring hard-on inside my slacks. The Incredible Hulk penis was about to bash through the steel zipper.
"Let me take a quick shower", I suggested, as I disrobed. And kept the conversation going. "I bet you are from Argentina". Geez, I do good cold reads. "Yes, South America" She was being a bit coy but her accent and Spanish fit Argentina, not Mexico, Colombia or Brazil. With their style and sophistication, Argentinians have been called Italians who happen to speak Spanish. I found out, you guessed it, she was from Buenos Aires. I fought off the tempatation to ask her if she had ever roomed with Maxim Elite.
We settled on the bed and made out a bit. She flung her lingerie over into the corner and we got to it. You could bounce a quarter off that ass...or any part of her body.
We started off with BBBJ, and she was getting me waaaaayyyy too excited. Where do I fondle first? What nice breasts! Small dark nipples! Her skin is so soft! Her ass is perfect! (I had the attention span of a gerbil on meth as I scanned her body). I tried biting it but she has Buns of Steel. No marks left.
"I'll do you", I said, mostly to slow myself down. She has a nicely shaved pussy; my tongue traced over her breasts, down her tummy, to the little-man-in-the-boat. I thought this would be good for about 15 - 20 minutes but she now was too excited herself. "Enough", she said. "I want to get the condom. But let's oil each other up first"
Oh, goody!
"Play with me" she said. "I'll play with you"
I oiled her ass, her pussy, just about everything down there cuz I was just fixated! Her hotness made me soooo.........stooooo-pid! (Is there such a thing for men? Let's call it "pussy-stupid") I think I was able to remember my own name.....at times.
"You want to start with the front or the back". What's front or back? Oh! OH! I get it now! I was hyperventilating just from the foreplay, likely I was a little light-headed.
The girl wanted cock! DATY was an appetizer worth skipping to get to the main course. She was down to fuck!
...and she is oh, so, tiiiigggggghhhhhhttttt.....Daily Kagles must be part of her extensive exercise routine.
Mish, deck chair, viennese oyster, intersextion, sockets, a standing version of delight, victory, folded deck chair, scissors, piston, stand-and-carry.......
...........I was hyperventilating and speechless the whole time.......If she asked questions I think I could only muster monosyllabic replies like: "Good" "Yes" "Now" "No" "Hard" "Fast". Words like "OK" had too many syllables for my sex-stunned brain. But I noticed she was hyperventilating and getting into it too.
And then we switched to the position that is my Green Kryptonite: Doggy Style - standing. I regained just enough cognitive ability to throw out my shop-worn no-brainer cold read: "Your favourite position is doggy-style."
"Wow! You know me so well, Canada!"
Start your engines, the Ferrari pistons are firing at 10,000 rpm.
I began my mantra:
I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........ssheeeeeee-iiitttttttt!!!!!!!!!
Damn! I cannot last longer than humper1
I collapsed on the bed dizzy from breathing so hard. This girl can really take it! We were both sweaty and tired. "I'll clean you up". Good, cuz I will be immobile for a while.
Super-spent, we lied naked on the bed and talked about Canadian women vs American women, Los Angeles, New York, Argentina and Uruguay. Yes, she likes steak for dinner. I tried to pull her like b_nice did in Sask, and take her to a decent Winnipeg steakhouse later on (Rae and Jerry's came to mind). She warmed, then cooled to this idea, and never got back to me.
We kissed and hugged somemore (it was kind of sweaty!), as I got dressed and she slipped back into her lingerie. We said our good-byes as the hour was up.
Damage: $$$/hr
A: 10
S: 10
L: 12
Atmosphere: 8 (MTV was actually playing music videos, so the music was good too)
I knocked on the hotel door. She answered.
Mi Dios en el Cielo!!! Una diosa!!!!
She is a goddess chiseled out of the finest Argentinian marble! My eyes must have popped out briefly as I took her in, dressed in a black push-up bra and a lacey and flimsy black thong. It was one of those moments where a woman's sexy beauty concusses a man's frontal lobes, if ever so briefly, rendering him.....stupid! It's involuntary, nothing a man can do about it. She looked so hot, my brain froze. I was near-apoplectic but fought off dropping down to my knees and saying: "I will worship you now!"
I shook it off and started into small talk. I was kind of playing a pre-rehearsed tape of conversation out of my mouth while my mind thought: "What gorgeous perfect breasts (yes, surgically-enhanced. But, I don't care), and such a tight athletic body. What a pretty face and long blond hair! An ass to die for!!!! Oh, gimmee, gimmee, gimmeeeeee! I want that ass...right NOW" My excited ID wanted me to tear into her right then and there, while my Super-Ego slapped my ID down and said: "Be patient, junior. Be a gentleman. You will feed.......soon."
I think I caught her off-guard too. She likely didn't expect a guy in a summer casual suit-and-tie in Winnipeg....or anywhere else...on a Sunday afternoon. She kind of stumbled around the room looking for the words, with that sexy Latino accent of hers. This just paraded her fabulous sexy body (and fantastic ass!!!) in front of me, now giving me a roaring hard-on inside my slacks. The Incredible Hulk penis was about to bash through the steel zipper.
"Let me take a quick shower", I suggested, as I disrobed. And kept the conversation going. "I bet you are from Argentina". Geez, I do good cold reads. "Yes, South America" She was being a bit coy but her accent and Spanish fit Argentina, not Mexico, Colombia or Brazil. With their style and sophistication, Argentinians have been called Italians who happen to speak Spanish. I found out, you guessed it, she was from Buenos Aires. I fought off the tempatation to ask her if she had ever roomed with Maxim Elite.
We settled on the bed and made out a bit. She flung her lingerie over into the corner and we got to it. You could bounce a quarter off that ass...or any part of her body.
We started off with BBBJ, and she was getting me waaaaayyyy too excited. Where do I fondle first? What nice breasts! Small dark nipples! Her skin is so soft! Her ass is perfect! (I had the attention span of a gerbil on meth as I scanned her body). I tried biting it but she has Buns of Steel. No marks left.
"I'll do you", I said, mostly to slow myself down. She has a nicely shaved pussy; my tongue traced over her breasts, down her tummy, to the little-man-in-the-boat. I thought this would be good for about 15 - 20 minutes but she now was too excited herself. "Enough", she said. "I want to get the condom. But let's oil each other up first"
Oh, goody!
"Play with me" she said. "I'll play with you"
I oiled her ass, her pussy, just about everything down there cuz I was just fixated! Her hotness made me soooo.........stooooo-pid! (Is there such a thing for men? Let's call it "pussy-stupid") I think I was able to remember my own name.....at times.
"You want to start with the front or the back". What's front or back? Oh! OH! I get it now! I was hyperventilating just from the foreplay, likely I was a little light-headed.
The girl wanted cock! DATY was an appetizer worth skipping to get to the main course. She was down to fuck!
...and she is oh, so, tiiiigggggghhhhhhttttt.....Daily Kagles must be part of her extensive exercise routine.
Mish, deck chair, viennese oyster, intersextion, sockets, a standing version of delight, victory, folded deck chair, scissors, piston, stand-and-carry.......
...........I was hyperventilating and speechless the whole time.......If she asked questions I think I could only muster monosyllabic replies like: "Good" "Yes" "Now" "No" "Hard" "Fast". Words like "OK" had too many syllables for my sex-stunned brain. But I noticed she was hyperventilating and getting into it too.
And then we switched to the position that is my Green Kryptonite: Doggy Style - standing. I regained just enough cognitive ability to throw out my shop-worn no-brainer cold read: "Your favourite position is doggy-style."
"Wow! You know me so well, Canada!"
Start your engines, the Ferrari pistons are firing at 10,000 rpm.
I began my mantra:
I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........I can last longer than humper1.........I can last longer than humper 1.........ssheeeeeee-iiitttttttt!!!!!!!!!
Damn! I cannot last longer than humper1
I collapsed on the bed dizzy from breathing so hard. This girl can really take it! We were both sweaty and tired. "I'll clean you up". Good, cuz I will be immobile for a while.
Super-spent, we lied naked on the bed and talked about Canadian women vs American women, Los Angeles, New York, Argentina and Uruguay. Yes, she likes steak for dinner. I tried to pull her like b_nice did in Sask, and take her to a decent Winnipeg steakhouse later on (Rae and Jerry's came to mind). She warmed, then cooled to this idea, and never got back to me.
We kissed and hugged somemore (it was kind of sweaty!), as I got dressed and she slipped back into her lingerie. We said our good-byes as the hour was up.
Damage: $$$/hr
A: 10
S: 10
L: 12
Atmosphere: 8 (MTV was actually playing music videos, so the music was good too)
