I've noticed that in the last few years I've tended to pursue a certain kind of intelligent, articulate lady that results in sessions that are more about connection and communication. Which is to say, more cerebral than physical. But I think I'm ready to try a change, and that brings me to Maria.
Maria has been coming to Winnipeg for a couple of years now. But the first time that I noticed her was last year, when Rose Delacourt mentioned to me that they were travelling together here as duo partners. What had really grabbed my attention since, though, was when I finally got around to reading her reviews. They were glowing, and they spoke of a certain passion and zest that sounded just wonderful. She struck me as someone who might leave me out of breath and unable to talk after an energetic session, or tie up my senses and lips with seemingly limitless kissing. It sounded like just the thing I needed in this continuing cold and blustery winter, far from warm sea and sand.
It hasn't felt like I've had a session like that in some time. The legendary Cherise in Vancouver and the delightful Roksi Lady come to recent memory, although I know there have been others. Sadly, Cherise is far away and I don't think that Roksi comes to these shores from her native Ireland any more. So I shot Maria an email with a short introduction and asked about availability on her recent trip to town. I got an enthusiastic response the next day. My suggested time and day were just fine.
Some time passed and I soon found myself standing in front of her door. I knocked softly and the door swung open, seemingly with no one behind it, in that time honored way I've seen so many times. I walked through and the door closed behind me. I finally got a quick glimpse of Maria before she descended on me with a scorching deep kiss that I swear could have melted the snow off of my boots. We kissed for some time, standing there, me still in my coat and boots. I finally broke off the kiss so I could take off my winter trappings and I got a good look at Maria.
Maria wore heels and a classic little black dress. Her dark hair was shot through with streaks of the bright red color that you can see in some of her photos. I guessed that she was a thirtysomething and she exuded a certain milf-next-door vibe. Next door, that is, if you lived in Europe, for she spoke with a European accent and her speech patterns revealed someone for whom English (or French, for that matter, since she was from Montreal) wasn't her first language. Now, it's true that some might pass by her in the street without a second thought, but it's equally true that many just might notice her huge brown eyes, or her broad and easy smile. Her smile revealed a full set of small, very straight and very white teeth. That day, she seemed delighted to have me visit and her smile was genuine.
We spoke, a very little, and kissed and fondled each other, quite a lot. We undressed each other and she smiled with good nature when I fumbled with the zipper on that little black dress. She helped me get her dress off and we tumbled onto the bed, or more accurately she gently pushed me onto the bed and descended on me.
I didn't feel like I was the second, or third, or possibly even fourth client that day, and it didn't seem like she was already several days into her current Winnipeg tour. It felt like she had been starved of physical affection and a delicious morsel had wandered into her room, and she was determined to take very full advantage of the situation. She seemed delighted by every kiss and every caress and believe me, we kissed a lot. The expression 'orally fixated' came to mind, for she also used her mouth to delightful and devastating effect elsewhere. She never seemed to tire of oral and probably could have done that energetically the entire time, had I let her.
Other women might smile and agree to every position request but Maria took it a little further, meeting every suggestion with zeal. She pounced on every new configuration of limbs and bodies with the obvious passion of her Latin heritage.
It was toward the end of our time together that we talked a little more. I've gotta have at least a little talk, you know. I found out that she's intelligent and unexpectedly accomplished and I found her intriguing. There's more to explore in the future, I'm sure.
But not today. Often pillow talk signals the winding down of a session but Maria wasn't finished with me yet. She smiled a little grin and kissed me passionately again. I realized, as I kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts, that her eyes were closed and a satisfied smile had settled on her face. She was smiling even when she thought I couldn't see her and she was clearly enjoying this as much as I was, perhaps even more.
Too soon, I had to get on with my day. It didn't seem like she wanted me to leave. She kept kissing me passionately and it was with great self control that I was able to tear myself away. It's to my regret that I saw her well along on her last trip and didn't have the free time to see her again in the limited time before she left, because I would have loved to.
I set out to find a session that was much more about physical play than communication and connection and I succeeded. Yet, I still found much more than I expected to. It is one of the highest compliments I can give, that my time with Maria never once felt the least like it was a service. I had the impression that I wasn't the only one leaving starry eyed, with a smile coming to my face every time that I thought of our time together.
Needless to say, she far exceeded my already high expectations and I admit that I've even idly daydreamed about catching a quick flight to Montreal expressly to see her. I can dream, I guess. But I know she will be back in Winnipeg and I'll be back too, in her arms and in her face, delighting in her sweet kisses.
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Maria has been coming to Winnipeg for a couple of years now. But the first time that I noticed her was last year, when Rose Delacourt mentioned to me that they were travelling together here as duo partners. What had really grabbed my attention since, though, was when I finally got around to reading her reviews. They were glowing, and they spoke of a certain passion and zest that sounded just wonderful. She struck me as someone who might leave me out of breath and unable to talk after an energetic session, or tie up my senses and lips with seemingly limitless kissing. It sounded like just the thing I needed in this continuing cold and blustery winter, far from warm sea and sand.
It hasn't felt like I've had a session like that in some time. The legendary Cherise in Vancouver and the delightful Roksi Lady come to recent memory, although I know there have been others. Sadly, Cherise is far away and I don't think that Roksi comes to these shores from her native Ireland any more. So I shot Maria an email with a short introduction and asked about availability on her recent trip to town. I got an enthusiastic response the next day. My suggested time and day were just fine.
Some time passed and I soon found myself standing in front of her door. I knocked softly and the door swung open, seemingly with no one behind it, in that time honored way I've seen so many times. I walked through and the door closed behind me. I finally got a quick glimpse of Maria before she descended on me with a scorching deep kiss that I swear could have melted the snow off of my boots. We kissed for some time, standing there, me still in my coat and boots. I finally broke off the kiss so I could take off my winter trappings and I got a good look at Maria.
Maria wore heels and a classic little black dress. Her dark hair was shot through with streaks of the bright red color that you can see in some of her photos. I guessed that she was a thirtysomething and she exuded a certain milf-next-door vibe. Next door, that is, if you lived in Europe, for she spoke with a European accent and her speech patterns revealed someone for whom English (or French, for that matter, since she was from Montreal) wasn't her first language. Now, it's true that some might pass by her in the street without a second thought, but it's equally true that many just might notice her huge brown eyes, or her broad and easy smile. Her smile revealed a full set of small, very straight and very white teeth. That day, she seemed delighted to have me visit and her smile was genuine.
We spoke, a very little, and kissed and fondled each other, quite a lot. We undressed each other and she smiled with good nature when I fumbled with the zipper on that little black dress. She helped me get her dress off and we tumbled onto the bed, or more accurately she gently pushed me onto the bed and descended on me.
I didn't feel like I was the second, or third, or possibly even fourth client that day, and it didn't seem like she was already several days into her current Winnipeg tour. It felt like she had been starved of physical affection and a delicious morsel had wandered into her room, and she was determined to take very full advantage of the situation. She seemed delighted by every kiss and every caress and believe me, we kissed a lot. The expression 'orally fixated' came to mind, for she also used her mouth to delightful and devastating effect elsewhere. She never seemed to tire of oral and probably could have done that energetically the entire time, had I let her.
Other women might smile and agree to every position request but Maria took it a little further, meeting every suggestion with zeal. She pounced on every new configuration of limbs and bodies with the obvious passion of her Latin heritage.
It was toward the end of our time together that we talked a little more. I've gotta have at least a little talk, you know. I found out that she's intelligent and unexpectedly accomplished and I found her intriguing. There's more to explore in the future, I'm sure.
But not today. Often pillow talk signals the winding down of a session but Maria wasn't finished with me yet. She smiled a little grin and kissed me passionately again. I realized, as I kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts, that her eyes were closed and a satisfied smile had settled on her face. She was smiling even when she thought I couldn't see her and she was clearly enjoying this as much as I was, perhaps even more.
Too soon, I had to get on with my day. It didn't seem like she wanted me to leave. She kept kissing me passionately and it was with great self control that I was able to tear myself away. It's to my regret that I saw her well along on her last trip and didn't have the free time to see her again in the limited time before she left, because I would have loved to.
I set out to find a session that was much more about physical play than communication and connection and I succeeded. Yet, I still found much more than I expected to. It is one of the highest compliments I can give, that my time with Maria never once felt the least like it was a service. I had the impression that I wasn't the only one leaving starry eyed, with a smile coming to my face every time that I thought of our time together.
Needless to say, she far exceeded my already high expectations and I admit that I've even idly daydreamed about catching a quick flight to Montreal expressly to see her. I can dream, I guess. But I know she will be back in Winnipeg and I'll be back too, in her arms and in her face, delighting in her sweet kisses.
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