Prologue
If it wasn't for Kacey Liv, I probably never would have met Jaclyn. But that's a bit of a story in itself. Indulge me, I'll get to the review later on. Feel free to skip ahead to the review if you like.
It seems like it is getting longer and longer between these sorties. I had moved on with my life and it would have been very easy to put this whole hobby behind me, to be able to speak of myself as a pooner in the past tense. I looked back at my records and I realized that it had been almost a year since I had visited an escort of any stripe. And even that visit had probably been the first one in about a year as well. There had been no drama, no real reason, no blowout ending celebration. I just forgot about it all, fading away instead of burning out in a blaze of glory. I hadn't even really missed it that much, though I will admit I looked at ads and reviews every once in a long while to see whether I was missing out on the latest flavour.
I've been very fortunate to have been a regular client for some utterly wonderful ladies in my time. But time moves on. Many of these ladies have retired. Some of them, or I, just drifted away for no really good reason. And of course, this hobby is all about trying new things, sampling different pleasures, so some of these patronages have ended in the pursuit of the new and the different.
The problem is, if you insist on calling this a problem, is that I've been left with some incredible memories and experiences. I'm acutely aware that many of the more memorable experiences have happened after the lady and I have formed a deep rapport and understanding, and a deep comfort level that is only possible after many repeat visits. And more recently, it has seemed like it was just so much work to get back to that point with anyone new, so it hasn't happened in a long time.
But I thought I'd try out a different mindset. I'd try to shove all those wonderful old memories out of my mind and just have some fun. But I've become quite a bit more selective in my old age, and I will confess to a very minor case of PTSD. Along with my wonderful memories are many memories of being stood up, or being the recipient of rude or thoughtless behaviour. Truth to tell, that hasn't happened every time or even most times, but the times when it's happened have formed deep impressions. I know it's part and parcel of this hobby, but I've gotten tired of it. After all, I had been forever in search of a great GFE and that rather works against that. I've always understood that the foreplay actually starts with the very first words exchanged, and not just when I walk through that door.
So I decided if I was going to go out and just have some fun, I'd want to find someone with ironclad bona fides. Someone who was universally acclaimed and had an impeccable reputation. And it goes without saying, it would have to be someone who appealed to me as well. And that search actually led me to... Kacey Liv.
So I messaged Kacey and booked an appointment for in a couple of days. I was excited and had been looking forward to our time together. The day finally came and I sent a check-in text an hour before our appointment, and hopped in the shower. I got out, got dressed, but still hadn't heard back. I texted that I was on the way down, was everything okay?
I got a text back immediately. She had been trying to call, but for some reason the calls weren't going through. There had been a minor emergency, could we reschedule for a couple of days' time? This would have been a problem for me, because that day was just perfect. I had a window of opportunity. I was well rested and feeling really good. I knew that even if I would be free in a couple of days, there would be no guarantee that I would feel as great as I did that day. As I'm getting older, I've become much more aware of how much better life can be on good days.
I admit that the first tendrils of my minor PTSD were starting to wind themselves around me. I started to take my coat off. Maybe this just wasn't the right time, the right day, the right lady. I'd save my money and do something else with my day. But to her credit, Kacey wasn't just going to leave me hanging. She mentioned that she had a friend who might just be available at short notice. Was I interested? And as you might have guessed, it was Jaclyn.
I hesitated. I'd actually sent Jaclyn a couple of messages in the past, but never got a response. More on that later. Also, everyone has their limits, and her tributes are higher than I'm really comfortable with. No criticism is intended there, I know that things have really changed since the pandemic, and I know it's me that is out of date now. Couple that with a vague concern that the serious expression on many of her photos would indicate a less carefree time. So in the end, before that day I had just let it go.
I was just about to tell Kacey thanks, but no. But before I could do that, she said that Jaclyn could be available in a half an hour. I took it to mean that Jaclyn was doing this as a favour for a friend. I thought for a moment, and against my better judgement, I said yes.
The Review
I arrived at the incall, a stylish condo on a quiet residential street. She had me meet her at the door, and she let me in. She shows her face in her ads and in them, she's very pretty. I was thrilled to see that she was just as pretty in the flesh, her skin pale and smooth, her large eyes sparkling. She let me into her unit and took my jacket. I thanked her profusely for seeing me on such short notice. We took care of the administrivia and I hopped into the shower on her request. I dried off and met her in the bedroom.
We chatted for a few minutes. She was keen to find out what what I liked, and what I was looking for. You know, I've been asked that many times, but had never really thought about a good response. I was all about going with the flow, seeing where the chemistry (or lack of) would take us.
I must say, in that chat I was very pleasantly surprised. She was bubbly and charming, things that I wouldn't have expected given the expressions in her photos. In them, she appears intense and serious. We talked about that, and she told me that the word that came up again and again was that folks thought she was 'mean' from her pictures. Her word, not mine. But when I looked at her domme oriented social media posts afterwards, I could see where that might come from.
I was gentle with her and she was passive. I'll just say that she really enjoyed my company, and that was an unexpected pleasure. I did wonder what she might be like on a less passive day, though I recognize my part as to how that might play out. I reflected later that our time together was very much like spending time with a non-professional. I definitely don't mean to say that she acted unprofessionally, no, not at all. It's just that by that, I mean that the true professionals I've met have well practiced mad skills, have a smooth patter down, are in control and come across like they have a response for every possible situation. In contrast, the real-life dates that I've had with civilians often go anything but smoothly. You're both trying to figure your way around each other, and you both tiptoe around on your best behaviors. In real life dates, or at least the ones I've had, haven't been with a partner with well-honed skills and sharp instincts to please.
I'd read her reviews in the past. But I took them, as I do with most I've read, with the requisite grain of salt. Because the truth is, you can read all the positive reviews that you like, and it still doesn't tell you whether or not you'll click in person or how you'll behave together. I do think that Jaclyn did want to please me, but was still feeling her way, as I was.
In any case, our time just whizzed by and then some. She offered me a shower, I gave her a last hug and I said my goodbyes.
To me, the most crucial part of every one of my reviews has been the question, would I go back. And with Jaclyn, I think I would. She's very pretty, and we got along very nicely. I sincerely enjoyed her personality. We didn't have the same physical chemistry that I had with some of my longer term favorites, but that would have been a very tall order for a first time. I suspect that if I kept going back, we might well build up to that. But there's the rub. I have many more good days than great days, and she's rather expensive to risk going out to play on a merely good day. I'm sure that she would be just as wonderful as the day I met her, it's about whether I would be able to make the most of it. But all the same, I suspect she hasn't seen the last of me.
I mentioned earlier that I'd sent messages to Jaclyn in the past and never got a response. When I asked her, she asked right away, "Do you use a text app?" I do, actually. And I'd gotten screened out as a result. Lesson learned, although I'm not sure I'm ready to throw my app out just yet.
And as for Kacey? I still wonder what might have been, that day. Perhaps our stars will align sometime soon, and I'll find out.
If it wasn't for Kacey Liv, I probably never would have met Jaclyn. But that's a bit of a story in itself. Indulge me, I'll get to the review later on. Feel free to skip ahead to the review if you like.
It seems like it is getting longer and longer between these sorties. I had moved on with my life and it would have been very easy to put this whole hobby behind me, to be able to speak of myself as a pooner in the past tense. I looked back at my records and I realized that it had been almost a year since I had visited an escort of any stripe. And even that visit had probably been the first one in about a year as well. There had been no drama, no real reason, no blowout ending celebration. I just forgot about it all, fading away instead of burning out in a blaze of glory. I hadn't even really missed it that much, though I will admit I looked at ads and reviews every once in a long while to see whether I was missing out on the latest flavour.
I've been very fortunate to have been a regular client for some utterly wonderful ladies in my time. But time moves on. Many of these ladies have retired. Some of them, or I, just drifted away for no really good reason. And of course, this hobby is all about trying new things, sampling different pleasures, so some of these patronages have ended in the pursuit of the new and the different.
The problem is, if you insist on calling this a problem, is that I've been left with some incredible memories and experiences. I'm acutely aware that many of the more memorable experiences have happened after the lady and I have formed a deep rapport and understanding, and a deep comfort level that is only possible after many repeat visits. And more recently, it has seemed like it was just so much work to get back to that point with anyone new, so it hasn't happened in a long time.
But I thought I'd try out a different mindset. I'd try to shove all those wonderful old memories out of my mind and just have some fun. But I've become quite a bit more selective in my old age, and I will confess to a very minor case of PTSD. Along with my wonderful memories are many memories of being stood up, or being the recipient of rude or thoughtless behaviour. Truth to tell, that hasn't happened every time or even most times, but the times when it's happened have formed deep impressions. I know it's part and parcel of this hobby, but I've gotten tired of it. After all, I had been forever in search of a great GFE and that rather works against that. I've always understood that the foreplay actually starts with the very first words exchanged, and not just when I walk through that door.
So I decided if I was going to go out and just have some fun, I'd want to find someone with ironclad bona fides. Someone who was universally acclaimed and had an impeccable reputation. And it goes without saying, it would have to be someone who appealed to me as well. And that search actually led me to... Kacey Liv.
So I messaged Kacey and booked an appointment for in a couple of days. I was excited and had been looking forward to our time together. The day finally came and I sent a check-in text an hour before our appointment, and hopped in the shower. I got out, got dressed, but still hadn't heard back. I texted that I was on the way down, was everything okay?
I got a text back immediately. She had been trying to call, but for some reason the calls weren't going through. There had been a minor emergency, could we reschedule for a couple of days' time? This would have been a problem for me, because that day was just perfect. I had a window of opportunity. I was well rested and feeling really good. I knew that even if I would be free in a couple of days, there would be no guarantee that I would feel as great as I did that day. As I'm getting older, I've become much more aware of how much better life can be on good days.
I admit that the first tendrils of my minor PTSD were starting to wind themselves around me. I started to take my coat off. Maybe this just wasn't the right time, the right day, the right lady. I'd save my money and do something else with my day. But to her credit, Kacey wasn't just going to leave me hanging. She mentioned that she had a friend who might just be available at short notice. Was I interested? And as you might have guessed, it was Jaclyn.
I hesitated. I'd actually sent Jaclyn a couple of messages in the past, but never got a response. More on that later. Also, everyone has their limits, and her tributes are higher than I'm really comfortable with. No criticism is intended there, I know that things have really changed since the pandemic, and I know it's me that is out of date now. Couple that with a vague concern that the serious expression on many of her photos would indicate a less carefree time. So in the end, before that day I had just let it go.
I was just about to tell Kacey thanks, but no. But before I could do that, she said that Jaclyn could be available in a half an hour. I took it to mean that Jaclyn was doing this as a favour for a friend. I thought for a moment, and against my better judgement, I said yes.
The Review
I arrived at the incall, a stylish condo on a quiet residential street. She had me meet her at the door, and she let me in. She shows her face in her ads and in them, she's very pretty. I was thrilled to see that she was just as pretty in the flesh, her skin pale and smooth, her large eyes sparkling. She let me into her unit and took my jacket. I thanked her profusely for seeing me on such short notice. We took care of the administrivia and I hopped into the shower on her request. I dried off and met her in the bedroom.
We chatted for a few minutes. She was keen to find out what what I liked, and what I was looking for. You know, I've been asked that many times, but had never really thought about a good response. I was all about going with the flow, seeing where the chemistry (or lack of) would take us.
I must say, in that chat I was very pleasantly surprised. She was bubbly and charming, things that I wouldn't have expected given the expressions in her photos. In them, she appears intense and serious. We talked about that, and she told me that the word that came up again and again was that folks thought she was 'mean' from her pictures. Her word, not mine. But when I looked at her domme oriented social media posts afterwards, I could see where that might come from.
I was gentle with her and she was passive. I'll just say that she really enjoyed my company, and that was an unexpected pleasure. I did wonder what she might be like on a less passive day, though I recognize my part as to how that might play out. I reflected later that our time together was very much like spending time with a non-professional. I definitely don't mean to say that she acted unprofessionally, no, not at all. It's just that by that, I mean that the true professionals I've met have well practiced mad skills, have a smooth patter down, are in control and come across like they have a response for every possible situation. In contrast, the real-life dates that I've had with civilians often go anything but smoothly. You're both trying to figure your way around each other, and you both tiptoe around on your best behaviors. In real life dates, or at least the ones I've had, haven't been with a partner with well-honed skills and sharp instincts to please.
I'd read her reviews in the past. But I took them, as I do with most I've read, with the requisite grain of salt. Because the truth is, you can read all the positive reviews that you like, and it still doesn't tell you whether or not you'll click in person or how you'll behave together. I do think that Jaclyn did want to please me, but was still feeling her way, as I was.
In any case, our time just whizzed by and then some. She offered me a shower, I gave her a last hug and I said my goodbyes.
To me, the most crucial part of every one of my reviews has been the question, would I go back. And with Jaclyn, I think I would. She's very pretty, and we got along very nicely. I sincerely enjoyed her personality. We didn't have the same physical chemistry that I had with some of my longer term favorites, but that would have been a very tall order for a first time. I suspect that if I kept going back, we might well build up to that. But there's the rub. I have many more good days than great days, and she's rather expensive to risk going out to play on a merely good day. I'm sure that she would be just as wonderful as the day I met her, it's about whether I would be able to make the most of it. But all the same, I suspect she hasn't seen the last of me.
I mentioned earlier that I'd sent messages to Jaclyn in the past and never got a response. When I asked her, she asked right away, "Do you use a text app?" I do, actually. And I'd gotten screened out as a result. Lesson learned, although I'm not sure I'm ready to throw my app out just yet.
And as for Kacey? I still wonder what might have been, that day. Perhaps our stars will align sometime soon, and I'll find out.
