tl;dr: Pretty, alternative look. Okay kisser, great masseuse. Sweet personality. Eager to please. Recommended.
Recently, I felt that familiar urge again. I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about. I wanted to feel warm, soft skin pressed against mine. I wanted to see a pretty face, smiling back at me. I wanted to know in that biblical sense, once again.
It had been a long time. It had been so long, in fact, that I felt that I no longer knew the lay of the land at home, pun intended. I pondered who I'd try and see. One of my old favorites, whom I'd lost touch with? Long gone, scattered to the winds, sadly. Probably retired. One of the big name travelling ladies? I looked around, and I had just missed the ones that I had recalled most fondly. Oh, we'll meet up again sometime. But in the end, I thought that I'd go see a well reviewed local, someone new to me. And that brings me to Jazlyn.
I'd spotted her recent ad on Backpage. I texted her one cold February morning and she responded right away. She was polite and inviting, and came across just as intelligent as the recent posts I'd seen from her here. We agreed on a time and duration a few hours hence and I went about my day.
I made my way to Windsor Park and I had no trouble finding her place, with the instructions she gave. She was in a modest, unassuming home on a respectable street. I texted that I had arrived, and she told me to come right up. I stepped through her door, and she led me to a room in the basement. She mentioned that she had time to get the room ready for me. Evidently she runs a heater on the colder days to bring it to a comfortable temperature. I idly wondered what would have happened if I had requested a tryst at much shorter notice, but things were just fine that day. She didn't offer any facilities to freshen up and I knew that this would be the case. I arrived freshly showered.
The room was spartanly decorated, but clean. Although I thought that I could taste just the merest hint of cigarettes on her lips later, I couldn't smell smoke on either her or the room and I appreciated that.
She's very pretty. I was pleased. I thought she resembled a younger and more athletic version of Kate Beckinsale. In keeping with the millennial-age that Jazlyn is, as compared to the forty-something Kate, she had a few tattoos on her arms that I had already spotted in the photos in her ads. She also has a notable facial piercing, which I won't describe in the interests of discretion, but it was impossible to miss and I could see it being a drawback to some. Myself, it reminded me of the long-departed Mystique from a few years back and I felt at home. She was dressed casually, in a lacy t-shirt and tights. We lightly kissed hello, and small talked for a few minutes before I suggested getting more comfortable. We stripped to our underwear and kissed a little more. She's very much a light kisser. I love deep, sensual kisses but I didn't press the point. I got the impression that it wasn't a matter of a restriction, but really more of a preference. Pity. We lay on the nearby bed and I stroked her taut skin. It was firm and soft, well befitting the twenty-something she is. We chatted a little while, there was no rush. She's very sweet.
I kissed her again, my tongue flirting lightly over her lips. Eventually I suggested moving my talents to bear where it might be more appreciated and she agreed with enthusiasm. I lapped softly, slowly, sensually. She was already wet. She reached over and turned on a tiny vibrator, which she held on her as I lapped away. It wasn't long until she froze with a soft moan. A few heartbeats later, she turned to me with a smile.
She suggested a massage at the very beginning our our meeting, and I had passed it up. There haven't been very many massages that I've considered really worthwhile in my time. Many of them have been perfunctory and unskilled and didn't particularly offer any great deal of sensuality or therapeutic value. But she suggested it again, and I relented. She thoughtfully offered me a choice of scented or unscented massage oil. I was very pleasantly surprised to see that it was a very nice deep tissue massage, rivaling some that I've received from licenced RMTs.
I was at attention by this point. Well, actually, I had been at attention most of this time already, but there was no rush. She reached over and opened a small wrapper and rolled the cover on to me. She knelt, and for a few moments it felt as if it were Kate Beckinsale herself on me.
It was a very fine few moments. I eventually tore myself away, and rolled her onto her back. I entered her, and that was also very fine indeed.
Jazlyn is keen to please. She'd asked me a few questions about the things that I liked, and more importantly put those things into practice without being prompted. This was a theme that would come up again and again that visit.
Our time just zoomed past. She doesn't have a clock in her incall, and she was shocked when she checked her phone how quickly our time had passed. I thought it was a good thing. Oh, yes, I was sorry to see our time almost over. But I was also glad to see that she'd enjoyed herself enough to have lost track of time.
I enjoyed my time with Jazlyn very much. I'm not anywhere near the pooner I once was, but I'd see her again in an eyeblink.
Recently, I felt that familiar urge again. I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about. I wanted to feel warm, soft skin pressed against mine. I wanted to see a pretty face, smiling back at me. I wanted to know in that biblical sense, once again.
It had been a long time. It had been so long, in fact, that I felt that I no longer knew the lay of the land at home, pun intended. I pondered who I'd try and see. One of my old favorites, whom I'd lost touch with? Long gone, scattered to the winds, sadly. Probably retired. One of the big name travelling ladies? I looked around, and I had just missed the ones that I had recalled most fondly. Oh, we'll meet up again sometime. But in the end, I thought that I'd go see a well reviewed local, someone new to me. And that brings me to Jazlyn.
I'd spotted her recent ad on Backpage. I texted her one cold February morning and she responded right away. She was polite and inviting, and came across just as intelligent as the recent posts I'd seen from her here. We agreed on a time and duration a few hours hence and I went about my day.
I made my way to Windsor Park and I had no trouble finding her place, with the instructions she gave. She was in a modest, unassuming home on a respectable street. I texted that I had arrived, and she told me to come right up. I stepped through her door, and she led me to a room in the basement. She mentioned that she had time to get the room ready for me. Evidently she runs a heater on the colder days to bring it to a comfortable temperature. I idly wondered what would have happened if I had requested a tryst at much shorter notice, but things were just fine that day. She didn't offer any facilities to freshen up and I knew that this would be the case. I arrived freshly showered.
The room was spartanly decorated, but clean. Although I thought that I could taste just the merest hint of cigarettes on her lips later, I couldn't smell smoke on either her or the room and I appreciated that.
She's very pretty. I was pleased. I thought she resembled a younger and more athletic version of Kate Beckinsale. In keeping with the millennial-age that Jazlyn is, as compared to the forty-something Kate, she had a few tattoos on her arms that I had already spotted in the photos in her ads. She also has a notable facial piercing, which I won't describe in the interests of discretion, but it was impossible to miss and I could see it being a drawback to some. Myself, it reminded me of the long-departed Mystique from a few years back and I felt at home. She was dressed casually, in a lacy t-shirt and tights. We lightly kissed hello, and small talked for a few minutes before I suggested getting more comfortable. We stripped to our underwear and kissed a little more. She's very much a light kisser. I love deep, sensual kisses but I didn't press the point. I got the impression that it wasn't a matter of a restriction, but really more of a preference. Pity. We lay on the nearby bed and I stroked her taut skin. It was firm and soft, well befitting the twenty-something she is. We chatted a little while, there was no rush. She's very sweet.
I kissed her again, my tongue flirting lightly over her lips. Eventually I suggested moving my talents to bear where it might be more appreciated and she agreed with enthusiasm. I lapped softly, slowly, sensually. She was already wet. She reached over and turned on a tiny vibrator, which she held on her as I lapped away. It wasn't long until she froze with a soft moan. A few heartbeats later, she turned to me with a smile.
She suggested a massage at the very beginning our our meeting, and I had passed it up. There haven't been very many massages that I've considered really worthwhile in my time. Many of them have been perfunctory and unskilled and didn't particularly offer any great deal of sensuality or therapeutic value. But she suggested it again, and I relented. She thoughtfully offered me a choice of scented or unscented massage oil. I was very pleasantly surprised to see that it was a very nice deep tissue massage, rivaling some that I've received from licenced RMTs.
I was at attention by this point. Well, actually, I had been at attention most of this time already, but there was no rush. She reached over and opened a small wrapper and rolled the cover on to me. She knelt, and for a few moments it felt as if it were Kate Beckinsale herself on me.
It was a very fine few moments. I eventually tore myself away, and rolled her onto her back. I entered her, and that was also very fine indeed.
Jazlyn is keen to please. She'd asked me a few questions about the things that I liked, and more importantly put those things into practice without being prompted. This was a theme that would come up again and again that visit.
Our time just zoomed past. She doesn't have a clock in her incall, and she was shocked when she checked her phone how quickly our time had passed. I thought it was a good thing. Oh, yes, I was sorry to see our time almost over. But I was also glad to see that she'd enjoyed herself enough to have lost track of time.
I enjoyed my time with Jazlyn very much. I'm not anywhere near the pooner I once was, but I'd see her again in an eyeblink.
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