As I'd said in my previous review, I'd like to return something to this board after lurking here for so long. To do that, I'm continuing in my review of some of the women I've seen in 2005.
There are certain places and things that have are so popular and venerable that they have passed beyond mere attraction status to become institutions. In Winnipeg, who could possibly argue having a fine steak at Rae and Jerry's, visiting the zoo on a sunny day with youngsters, or having ice cream and a stroll at the Bridge Drive Inn? I'll venture to say that in the Winnipeg pooning world, the apartment shared by Mandy and Kerry may well have reached the status of 'institution'. Although these ladies are hardly old enough to be venerable, events at the apartments that they have shared have been very fondly remembered and documented in much detail in the Winnipeg forum of Perb.
I had always intended to see both Kerry and Mandy at some time in my travels. After seeing a series of favorable reviews of Kerry when I was searching for something else, as well as a favorable impression that I had gained from some of her Perb posts, I made an initial email enquiry. A brief phone conversation where I was charmed by her easy grace and warmth, and we had a date.
I met her at her incall near Polo Park, the one of the institutional status. Before me at the door stood a petite thirtyish blonde. She was very pretty- I would say that she was one of the prettiest SPs I've ever met, with a saucy coy grin that was quite beguiling. She was dressed attractively but not particularly provocatively with a shortish dark skirt, plain pink silk blouse, and a set of slingback heels. She would not have been out of place at a dressier day at my office. A warm greeting, and I was ushered inside. I was fortunate enough to catch Mandy on her way out, as she had just dropped by to pick up a few things. I said hello to her as well and quickly made a note to myself to meet the other half of this lovely pair sometime. Mandy left with her items and left me alone with the smiling Kerry.
She poured both of us glasses of cabernet sauvignon and then joined me on the living room sofa. We had a bit of small talk, and we soon discovered that we had a certain common sensual interest, other than the hobby. After a brief animated discussion of some of our experiences and places where we had both indulged, I was impressed. She has a polished, sophisticated manner that I'm sure would intimidate some- I found it energizing. I noticed that her short skirt had ridden up slightly, revealing the top of a stocking and the end of a strap from a garter belt. I reached to touch the strap with my fingertips, gently grazing the skin on her hip. I commented on the smooth softness of the skin, and she gave me a coquettish grin. I leaned forward to give her the lightest of kisses, and she suggested moving to the play room.
The play room was small, but it had everything needed. It is a small point, but I appreciated that there were pegs on the wall to hang my clothes instead of dropping (throwing?) them on to the floor. It's a wonder that I remember that detail, since unwrapping Kerry was a treat the likes of which rivalled dispatching gifts on Christmas morning as a child.
There was a single defining moment that I'll always remember. I was in flagrante delicto, and I half-opened my eyes. Kerry's eyes were closed, and she was smiling. It was not the coy grin I saw earlier on her or strained grimaces from other women at other moments. It was a private moment for her, an unselfconscious smile of pleasure that made me realize that she was enjoying this just as much as I was.
She clearly has discriminating tastes, both in her personal life and in the hobby world. She explained that she is very selective about who she meets and continues to see. I believe that there was an earlier review of her that said that she was YMMV to a greater degree than many other women, and I think that that's true. I usually put most people at ease very quickly, and she was pleasant and friendly enough but I noticed a slight cool reserve that might disappear with repeated visits. I'm not sure that I would have called our time together a GFE. Normally, I would have considered this a less enjoyable time, but I still found it a very pleasant experience. The combination of her skill, prettiness and her classiness made it an enjoyable outing. Recommend? Yes, I think so, although some may find her sophistication not to their taste or even intimidating. I know I'll see her again.
There are certain places and things that have are so popular and venerable that they have passed beyond mere attraction status to become institutions. In Winnipeg, who could possibly argue having a fine steak at Rae and Jerry's, visiting the zoo on a sunny day with youngsters, or having ice cream and a stroll at the Bridge Drive Inn? I'll venture to say that in the Winnipeg pooning world, the apartment shared by Mandy and Kerry may well have reached the status of 'institution'. Although these ladies are hardly old enough to be venerable, events at the apartments that they have shared have been very fondly remembered and documented in much detail in the Winnipeg forum of Perb.
I had always intended to see both Kerry and Mandy at some time in my travels. After seeing a series of favorable reviews of Kerry when I was searching for something else, as well as a favorable impression that I had gained from some of her Perb posts, I made an initial email enquiry. A brief phone conversation where I was charmed by her easy grace and warmth, and we had a date.
I met her at her incall near Polo Park, the one of the institutional status. Before me at the door stood a petite thirtyish blonde. She was very pretty- I would say that she was one of the prettiest SPs I've ever met, with a saucy coy grin that was quite beguiling. She was dressed attractively but not particularly provocatively with a shortish dark skirt, plain pink silk blouse, and a set of slingback heels. She would not have been out of place at a dressier day at my office. A warm greeting, and I was ushered inside. I was fortunate enough to catch Mandy on her way out, as she had just dropped by to pick up a few things. I said hello to her as well and quickly made a note to myself to meet the other half of this lovely pair sometime. Mandy left with her items and left me alone with the smiling Kerry.
She poured both of us glasses of cabernet sauvignon and then joined me on the living room sofa. We had a bit of small talk, and we soon discovered that we had a certain common sensual interest, other than the hobby. After a brief animated discussion of some of our experiences and places where we had both indulged, I was impressed. She has a polished, sophisticated manner that I'm sure would intimidate some- I found it energizing. I noticed that her short skirt had ridden up slightly, revealing the top of a stocking and the end of a strap from a garter belt. I reached to touch the strap with my fingertips, gently grazing the skin on her hip. I commented on the smooth softness of the skin, and she gave me a coquettish grin. I leaned forward to give her the lightest of kisses, and she suggested moving to the play room.
The play room was small, but it had everything needed. It is a small point, but I appreciated that there were pegs on the wall to hang my clothes instead of dropping (throwing?) them on to the floor. It's a wonder that I remember that detail, since unwrapping Kerry was a treat the likes of which rivalled dispatching gifts on Christmas morning as a child.
There was a single defining moment that I'll always remember. I was in flagrante delicto, and I half-opened my eyes. Kerry's eyes were closed, and she was smiling. It was not the coy grin I saw earlier on her or strained grimaces from other women at other moments. It was a private moment for her, an unselfconscious smile of pleasure that made me realize that she was enjoying this just as much as I was.
She clearly has discriminating tastes, both in her personal life and in the hobby world. She explained that she is very selective about who she meets and continues to see. I believe that there was an earlier review of her that said that she was YMMV to a greater degree than many other women, and I think that that's true. I usually put most people at ease very quickly, and she was pleasant and friendly enough but I noticed a slight cool reserve that might disappear with repeated visits. I'm not sure that I would have called our time together a GFE. Normally, I would have considered this a less enjoyable time, but I still found it a very pleasant experience. The combination of her skill, prettiness and her classiness made it an enjoyable outing. Recommend? Yes, I think so, although some may find her sophistication not to their taste or even intimidating. I know I'll see her again.
