Kerry was only the second lady I've reviewed here, way back in 2006. But although she wasn't the first, I'd more than made up for it by reviewing her three times. Twice in a solo session, and once as a duo with Cory. Clearly, she had made an impression on me back in those days. Suffice to say she was a favorite then. I remembered that she was very pretty, and down to earth. She was intelligent and had discerning tastes and I thought she was just lovely. I know I certainly wasn't alone then, as she was very popular. The thread where she announced the closing of her incall and her imminent complete retirement back in 2008 was studded with accolades and warm wishes from many of the more prominent members of this board at the time.
Time and the tides wait for no man, or so I've read. I imagined that she settled into a happy retirement, and life went on. And though I've moved on in my life and have found many new favorites over the years, she still popped up in my memories from time to time. In fact, in one of my now increasingly rare posts, I'd made a reference to my first review of her, just last month. I had no idea that she was considering a return, but it was serendipity.
But I, as well as many others, was stunned and gratified to see a recent ad on EC from what seemed to be the Kerry from my memories. I waited all of thirty seconds before writing a short email- were you who I think you are? And as we all know now, the answer is yes. So that I would make a booking was a foregone conclusion.
I'd actually forgotten just how conscientious and timely her communication was. She responded almost immediately and after ironing out a meeting time and other administrivia in a series of emails over the next several minutes, I had a date. If only all bookings were so quick and easy.
After my booking, I settled back. It's been ten years. We're both different people now. What would she be like? Would she still have the magic I remembered? Of course, there's only one way to find out.
I arrived at her hotel incall one day this week and knocked quietly on her door. She answered and she didn't do the hide behind the door thing, but she greeted me warmly, face to face. It was like meeting an old friend, a theme that I'll come back to again and again, although I only saw her a handful of times back in the day. She greeted me by name, gave me a little hug and she took my coat. It might have been cold outside, but the warmth of her greeting was palpable although we barely touched. She ushered me in and we sat on the sofa to catch up.
We talked about the last ten years, and the paths that had brought us back together again on that sofa. She actually expressed apprehension about coming back. Would she be remembered? Has the local landscape changed at all? I reassured her that I certainly remembered her well, and judging by the recent thread on her, I clearly wasn't alone. She repeated what had already been said in that thread, that she had a full time job and she was only going to do this part time to meet some goals that she had.
I remembered that she had such an ability to put me at ease. Many personable ladies only talk about the blandest of subjects in a light conversation, but our conversation that day was open, honest, real. I don't think I really remembered our talking in this way with her before.
I watched her eyes as we talked. They glittered with engagement and were still a deep clear blue. There were now some fine lines at the corners of her eyes that I didn't remember, but overall she looked very attractive. She posts an age of 41 and I believe it.
She wore a satiny red bustier garter set, trimmed in black lace, with black stockings and one of the pairs of heels in her EC ad. I remembered that the very first time I saw her she was also wearing red lingerie. It suited her. The bustier pushed up her augmented breasts, more on that later. She'd lost weight. I could never have called her plump before, but she had womanly curves before that I almost could have called baby fat. But now, she's buff. She works out and it's very obvious. Her skin is still very soft, if a tiny bit looser than I remembered but again, I thought she looked great.
I excused myself for a moment, and returned to see her lounging on the bed. I started to unbutton my shirt and she quickly shooshed my hands away, saying that she wanted to do that. She unbuttoned me, pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. I finished undressing and quickly joined her on the bed.
I'd remembered that when I was with her in the past, I had to hold back, not to kiss her too deeply. I went slow and easy and she was quickly became comfortable with me, our tongues dueling in slow motion. So much the better this time around. She said something about my lips being soft and I whispered back that I hoped to use them to taste both sets of hers. She giggled. It was time, as the timeless Bob Barker used to say, to 'come on down'. She was tasty, smelled nice, and I could have stayed there for days.
I came back up, kissed her again. She gently pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt before me. We had a short conversation about ancient history, limits and expectations before she took me in her mouth. She was good. Very, very good. Better than I ever remembered with her, in fact.
I pulled her up, kissing her. I undid her bustier and helped her pull it off. Her breasts are augmented. They were back in the day too, but she had them redone and they feel even more natural now. They were perhaps a tiny bit larger than I remember, I can't be sure anymore. She asked what I wanted to do first. I smiled. I said she had a reputation for cowgirl that she had to uphold. She grinned broadly and rolled a party hat on me before squatting over me, her breasts dangling free.
It was pretty great, and a good example of how a reality can live up to a legend.
Our time zoomed by way too quickly. I got dressed and asked about a return visit. She's planning to offer availability again in a couple of weeks and I said I'd be in touch. We said our goodbyes and I left, a happy man.
A couple of hours later I sent her an email thanking her for a lovely time. I know I don't have to do this, but it's something that I do sometimes when I have a particularly good time. A response isn't really necessary, and truth to tell, most ladies don't respond. But she wrote back right away, saying that she had enjoyed herself too and looked forward to the next time. I was pleasantly surprised, because she had also mentioned that with all the buzz on her thread here, she had been snowed under with emails and messages. She figured she was about a day behind on her emails, so for her to write me back right away was an unexpected pleasure. Another one of many we'll share, I'm sure.
Ten years is a long time. We've both changed. And though we got along well enough back then, this time was something very different now. This time she was comfortable in her own skin and with me. I thought that she deserved one of the highest compliments that I could give someone in this business. My time with her felt like time spent with a very attractive friend, a willing work colleague, a friendly neighbor. It didn't feel anything in the least like a transaction. It felt like she could have chosen me to spend time with and not the other way around, and that felt wonderful. And addictive. Our story will go on, I think.
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Time and the tides wait for no man, or so I've read. I imagined that she settled into a happy retirement, and life went on. And though I've moved on in my life and have found many new favorites over the years, she still popped up in my memories from time to time. In fact, in one of my now increasingly rare posts, I'd made a reference to my first review of her, just last month. I had no idea that she was considering a return, but it was serendipity.
But I, as well as many others, was stunned and gratified to see a recent ad on EC from what seemed to be the Kerry from my memories. I waited all of thirty seconds before writing a short email- were you who I think you are? And as we all know now, the answer is yes. So that I would make a booking was a foregone conclusion.
I'd actually forgotten just how conscientious and timely her communication was. She responded almost immediately and after ironing out a meeting time and other administrivia in a series of emails over the next several minutes, I had a date. If only all bookings were so quick and easy.
After my booking, I settled back. It's been ten years. We're both different people now. What would she be like? Would she still have the magic I remembered? Of course, there's only one way to find out.
I arrived at her hotel incall one day this week and knocked quietly on her door. She answered and she didn't do the hide behind the door thing, but she greeted me warmly, face to face. It was like meeting an old friend, a theme that I'll come back to again and again, although I only saw her a handful of times back in the day. She greeted me by name, gave me a little hug and she took my coat. It might have been cold outside, but the warmth of her greeting was palpable although we barely touched. She ushered me in and we sat on the sofa to catch up.
We talked about the last ten years, and the paths that had brought us back together again on that sofa. She actually expressed apprehension about coming back. Would she be remembered? Has the local landscape changed at all? I reassured her that I certainly remembered her well, and judging by the recent thread on her, I clearly wasn't alone. She repeated what had already been said in that thread, that she had a full time job and she was only going to do this part time to meet some goals that she had.
I remembered that she had such an ability to put me at ease. Many personable ladies only talk about the blandest of subjects in a light conversation, but our conversation that day was open, honest, real. I don't think I really remembered our talking in this way with her before.
I watched her eyes as we talked. They glittered with engagement and were still a deep clear blue. There were now some fine lines at the corners of her eyes that I didn't remember, but overall she looked very attractive. She posts an age of 41 and I believe it.
She wore a satiny red bustier garter set, trimmed in black lace, with black stockings and one of the pairs of heels in her EC ad. I remembered that the very first time I saw her she was also wearing red lingerie. It suited her. The bustier pushed up her augmented breasts, more on that later. She'd lost weight. I could never have called her plump before, but she had womanly curves before that I almost could have called baby fat. But now, she's buff. She works out and it's very obvious. Her skin is still very soft, if a tiny bit looser than I remembered but again, I thought she looked great.
I excused myself for a moment, and returned to see her lounging on the bed. I started to unbutton my shirt and she quickly shooshed my hands away, saying that she wanted to do that. She unbuttoned me, pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. I finished undressing and quickly joined her on the bed.
I'd remembered that when I was with her in the past, I had to hold back, not to kiss her too deeply. I went slow and easy and she was quickly became comfortable with me, our tongues dueling in slow motion. So much the better this time around. She said something about my lips being soft and I whispered back that I hoped to use them to taste both sets of hers. She giggled. It was time, as the timeless Bob Barker used to say, to 'come on down'. She was tasty, smelled nice, and I could have stayed there for days.
I came back up, kissed her again. She gently pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt before me. We had a short conversation about ancient history, limits and expectations before she took me in her mouth. She was good. Very, very good. Better than I ever remembered with her, in fact.
I pulled her up, kissing her. I undid her bustier and helped her pull it off. Her breasts are augmented. They were back in the day too, but she had them redone and they feel even more natural now. They were perhaps a tiny bit larger than I remember, I can't be sure anymore. She asked what I wanted to do first. I smiled. I said she had a reputation for cowgirl that she had to uphold. She grinned broadly and rolled a party hat on me before squatting over me, her breasts dangling free.
It was pretty great, and a good example of how a reality can live up to a legend.
Our time zoomed by way too quickly. I got dressed and asked about a return visit. She's planning to offer availability again in a couple of weeks and I said I'd be in touch. We said our goodbyes and I left, a happy man.
A couple of hours later I sent her an email thanking her for a lovely time. I know I don't have to do this, but it's something that I do sometimes when I have a particularly good time. A response isn't really necessary, and truth to tell, most ladies don't respond. But she wrote back right away, saying that she had enjoyed herself too and looked forward to the next time. I was pleasantly surprised, because she had also mentioned that with all the buzz on her thread here, she had been snowed under with emails and messages. She figured she was about a day behind on her emails, so for her to write me back right away was an unexpected pleasure. Another one of many we'll share, I'm sure.
Ten years is a long time. We've both changed. And though we got along well enough back then, this time was something very different now. This time she was comfortable in her own skin and with me. I thought that she deserved one of the highest compliments that I could give someone in this business. My time with her felt like time spent with a very attractive friend, a willing work colleague, a friendly neighbor. It didn't feel anything in the least like a transaction. It felt like she could have chosen me to spend time with and not the other way around, and that felt wonderful. And addictive. Our story will go on, I think.
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