Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine..
Sheryl Crow knew the score. You never, ever know where life and pooning is going to take you.
Take Cory, for example. A few weeks ago, I didn't have the slightest clue who she was, much less think about seeing her. But I'd seen Kerry recently, and in her own special way she persuaded me to get together with her and her new duo partner.
That duo session was wonderful. The rapport that Kerry and I had had was enhanced by the introduction of her new (to me) friend and duo partner. Kerry's vivaciousness contrasted to the laid back, mysterious Cory. Cory and Kerry were obviously enjoying themselves. And for me- well, I'm sure you can guess that I was thrilled. It was a wonderful time. It was so over the top that the morning afterwards, it had felt like the most vivid dream. Had it been real?
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening..
A few days later, I couldn't help but wonder what seeing the attractive Cory by herself would be like. That aforementioned mysteriousness intrigued me. Would the magic of that evening continue if I saw her alone?
Of course, there's only one way to find out. I called and left a message asking to meet her later that day. I didn't hear back some time later, so I called shortly before the time that I'd requested and caught her. I felt lucky later to have reached her on the phone, as she's quite part-time and has a busy life outside this one. She sounded excited to hear from me. Yes, of course she remembered me, and she'd love to see me shortly. I booked her for a hour at her rate of two browns.
In a very short time, Cory greeted me at the door in a short and form-fitting snakeskin print Lycra dress, fishnet stockings, and those tall, tall shoes again. Lordy, she was attractive, even though the slutty look doesn't often do much for me. A small hug and glasses of chilled white wine, and we soon found ourselves seated on the sofa. We talked a little about the local scene. She talked in general terms about her outside life, and that this was a part-time diversion for her.
It was a pleasant conversation. I found that I was enjoying her company already, in a way that was at odds with her overtly provocative clothing. She had a mellow earnestness that was quite unlike any other SP that I've ever met. She reminded me of a co-worker that I once shared a mild mutual infatuation with. This woman had a similar background and a slight resemblance to Cory, as well as that same earnestness. But while my co-worker had an intense, driven side to her industriousness, Cory was much more easy-going.
Cory was already sitting close to me on the sofa. I could smell her hair, and feel her warmth near me. The wine was relaxing me. I leaned in even closer, and Cory smiled. We rose, picking up our glasses, and headed for the bedroom.
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes..
She has the most remarkable skin. Soft, taut, and tanned, it is easily the best skin that I've seen on a late thirty-something. Couple that with a pretty, unlined face, large, expressive brown eyes, and a slim, lightly toned all-natural body, and she more than looked like she could deliver the goods. But looks are only skin deep. What was the service like, you ask?
On the sofa, Cory was so easy-going that I wondered if it was going to be a relaxed, mellow session. And that's the way that things started. But a few minutes later, she took charge and showed me that she meant business.. and pleasure, with well-practiced energy. Perhaps she's not as easy-going as I'd thought. Perhaps she had more in common with my co-worker than I had originally realized.
Her service palette is very similar to Kerry's. Like Kerry, my first time with Cory solo revealed a slight reserve, in spite of her easy-going warmth earlier and her smiling vigor in the bedroom. Only time and repeated visits would tell if she would be able to relax a little more with me.
That infatuation between my co-worker and I passed, and we became casual friends. Nothing became of our unrequited lust. We were co-workers, after all, and we both felt that it wouldn't have been wise to make more of it. But do I wonder what might have been, if I had taken the road less travelled? Well, I like to think that if my co-worker had chosen me to be her booty call, it might have been like seeing Cory. I enjoyed that sweet pal in the living room/tiger in the bedroom combination, and I'd love to explore it again.
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine..
Sheryl Crow knew the score. You never, ever know where life and pooning is going to take you.
Take Cory, for example. A few weeks ago, I didn't have the slightest clue who she was, much less think about seeing her. But I'd seen Kerry recently, and in her own special way she persuaded me to get together with her and her new duo partner.
That duo session was wonderful. The rapport that Kerry and I had had was enhanced by the introduction of her new (to me) friend and duo partner. Kerry's vivaciousness contrasted to the laid back, mysterious Cory. Cory and Kerry were obviously enjoying themselves. And for me- well, I'm sure you can guess that I was thrilled. It was a wonderful time. It was so over the top that the morning afterwards, it had felt like the most vivid dream. Had it been real?
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening..
A few days later, I couldn't help but wonder what seeing the attractive Cory by herself would be like. That aforementioned mysteriousness intrigued me. Would the magic of that evening continue if I saw her alone?
Of course, there's only one way to find out. I called and left a message asking to meet her later that day. I didn't hear back some time later, so I called shortly before the time that I'd requested and caught her. I felt lucky later to have reached her on the phone, as she's quite part-time and has a busy life outside this one. She sounded excited to hear from me. Yes, of course she remembered me, and she'd love to see me shortly. I booked her for a hour at her rate of two browns.
In a very short time, Cory greeted me at the door in a short and form-fitting snakeskin print Lycra dress, fishnet stockings, and those tall, tall shoes again. Lordy, she was attractive, even though the slutty look doesn't often do much for me. A small hug and glasses of chilled white wine, and we soon found ourselves seated on the sofa. We talked a little about the local scene. She talked in general terms about her outside life, and that this was a part-time diversion for her.
It was a pleasant conversation. I found that I was enjoying her company already, in a way that was at odds with her overtly provocative clothing. She had a mellow earnestness that was quite unlike any other SP that I've ever met. She reminded me of a co-worker that I once shared a mild mutual infatuation with. This woman had a similar background and a slight resemblance to Cory, as well as that same earnestness. But while my co-worker had an intense, driven side to her industriousness, Cory was much more easy-going.
Cory was already sitting close to me on the sofa. I could smell her hair, and feel her warmth near me. The wine was relaxing me. I leaned in even closer, and Cory smiled. We rose, picking up our glasses, and headed for the bedroom.
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes..
She has the most remarkable skin. Soft, taut, and tanned, it is easily the best skin that I've seen on a late thirty-something. Couple that with a pretty, unlined face, large, expressive brown eyes, and a slim, lightly toned all-natural body, and she more than looked like she could deliver the goods. But looks are only skin deep. What was the service like, you ask?
On the sofa, Cory was so easy-going that I wondered if it was going to be a relaxed, mellow session. And that's the way that things started. But a few minutes later, she took charge and showed me that she meant business.. and pleasure, with well-practiced energy. Perhaps she's not as easy-going as I'd thought. Perhaps she had more in common with my co-worker than I had originally realized.
Her service palette is very similar to Kerry's. Like Kerry, my first time with Cory solo revealed a slight reserve, in spite of her easy-going warmth earlier and her smiling vigor in the bedroom. Only time and repeated visits would tell if she would be able to relax a little more with me.
That infatuation between my co-worker and I passed, and we became casual friends. Nothing became of our unrequited lust. We were co-workers, after all, and we both felt that it wouldn't have been wise to make more of it. But do I wonder what might have been, if I had taken the road less travelled? Well, I like to think that if my co-worker had chosen me to be her booty call, it might have been like seeing Cory. I enjoyed that sweet pal in the living room/tiger in the bedroom combination, and I'd love to explore it again.
