There I was, in a dive bar in an industrial part of town. I had a shot glass of rotgut in one hand, and an almost-finished cigarette burning in another. I had my fedora pulled low to hide my eyes from the other bar patrons. I had some hard drinking to do this evening.
I saw a flicker of gold out of the corner of my eye. It was a dame. A blonde dame. A classy blonde dame with big green eyes and a figure that would make a priest swear. And she was smiling at me.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself. What's a lady have to do to get someone to buy me a drink in this crummy dump?"
I looked closer. Pretty good looking. Nice smile. Glittering pearly white teeth. She was showing me all thirty-two of them right now. Might be my lucky day after all. Or it might be an invitation to be relieved of my things and to go swimming with the fishes.
My roscoe had a reassuring weight in its holster under my jacket. I was prepared for anything. Even a journey to Synn City.
You don't have to wander very long in PERB to discover Megan. She posts often, and has attracted legions of enthusiastic fans with her touring. I certainly noticed her, and had admired her web site at some length in the past. Unfortunately, my travels never take me anywhere near Saskatoon where she is based, so seeing her was only an idle fantasy.
She's toured all across the west, but had never visited Winnipeg. So when she posted, gauging interest for a Winnipeg visit and also mentioning that she this would be the end of her touring, it certainly piqued my interest. I'd never seen the any of ladies that have toured here before, but Megan intrigued me.
Her web site is slick. Flash effects, lots of photos, a video, and a well-organized and well-updated calendar are on there. It's all very professional looking. The contact page lays out all of the required information to arrange a booking, encouraging a structured and organized request. I'm sure she gets a lot of mail.
In many ways, though, that site is as far from corporate as you can get. Corporate web sites strive to build and maintain a coherent, if a little bland, image. SPs, by virtue of their essential task of fantasy fulfillment, have to portray many things to many people. Megan makes that very, very clear on her site. There a few obligatory images of the lovely Megan artfully posed on white linen, but they are juxtaposed with photos of her in various role-playing and bondage/discipline scenarios. It's hardly bland, and there is something to excite and jog the imagination of most anyone.
In any case, that polished web site, her vaunted reputation, and some of the more extreme photos made the prospect of seeing her a tiny bit intimidating. I idly wondered if I would have to deal with a public relations department mmminion from the Mmmegan Mmmegacorporation(R) rather than with the diminutive blonde from Saskatoon herself. But a short email with the required information brought a quick and friendly response. A couple of emails later to iron out the details, and we had a date.
Touring ladies have a disadvantage in that unless you travel to see them or they return to your city, it's difficult to get to know each other and your respective preferences. One thing that had impressed me is that in her email correspondence she attempts to short-circuit the process by asking a few questions about your interests. Things like the style of service that you prefer, whether MSOG is to be expected, and whether you have any special requests. I'd been asked these types of questions before, of course, but never so clearly and concisely as this.
Enough of this analysis- on to the fun. I arrived at her incall and the door swung open, letting me in. I stepped through and behind the door was fantasy made flesh- the lady herself, wearing the clothes that I'd requested. Perfect. I greeted her, and she promptly pulled me in for a kiss. And another. And then another. Let's just say that she's one of the best kissers I've had the pleasure to experience in a while, and she clearly enjoys that task.
As much as I relished seeing her in those clothes, we wasted no time in getting each other out of them, kissing each other all the while. She has the most glorious smooth, soft, tanned and toned skin. I could be persuaded to kiss her and stroke her skin for, oh, at least a week before coming up for air.
All of you out there will probably find this hard to believe, but she leaves me almost speechless. I really can't say anything that hasn't been said many times before. She clearly enjoys her work, and it really comes across. She has a charming personality and would be outrageously easy to chat with for a long time. I asked her about some of those extreme photos and her eyes twinkled and that wide smile became wider- I felt like I just might wind up becoming the main course for her to devour sometime.
I'm absolutely not surprised that she has so many fans- and she's just made another one. Recommended without reservation. If she comes back to Winnipeg like she has hinted, I'll be at the front of the line.
I stepped out of the hotel on wobbly legs. Looking up, I saw that one of the letters in the neon sign was flickering in time with an annoying buzz.
I pulled the crumpled pack out of my rumpled trenchcoat and found one last bent coffin nail in it. I lit it. I turned up my collar against the cold rain and pulled the brim of my fedora down.
There are six hundred and eighty thousand stories in the naked city. This was mine. For the first time this evening, I smiled. I strode off into the night. A million tiny points of light smiled down on me from Synn City.
http://www.megansynn.com/
I saw a flicker of gold out of the corner of my eye. It was a dame. A blonde dame. A classy blonde dame with big green eyes and a figure that would make a priest swear. And she was smiling at me.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself. What's a lady have to do to get someone to buy me a drink in this crummy dump?"
I looked closer. Pretty good looking. Nice smile. Glittering pearly white teeth. She was showing me all thirty-two of them right now. Might be my lucky day after all. Or it might be an invitation to be relieved of my things and to go swimming with the fishes.
My roscoe had a reassuring weight in its holster under my jacket. I was prepared for anything. Even a journey to Synn City.
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You don't have to wander very long in PERB to discover Megan. She posts often, and has attracted legions of enthusiastic fans with her touring. I certainly noticed her, and had admired her web site at some length in the past. Unfortunately, my travels never take me anywhere near Saskatoon where she is based, so seeing her was only an idle fantasy.
She's toured all across the west, but had never visited Winnipeg. So when she posted, gauging interest for a Winnipeg visit and also mentioning that she this would be the end of her touring, it certainly piqued my interest. I'd never seen the any of ladies that have toured here before, but Megan intrigued me.
Her web site is slick. Flash effects, lots of photos, a video, and a well-organized and well-updated calendar are on there. It's all very professional looking. The contact page lays out all of the required information to arrange a booking, encouraging a structured and organized request. I'm sure she gets a lot of mail.
In many ways, though, that site is as far from corporate as you can get. Corporate web sites strive to build and maintain a coherent, if a little bland, image. SPs, by virtue of their essential task of fantasy fulfillment, have to portray many things to many people. Megan makes that very, very clear on her site. There a few obligatory images of the lovely Megan artfully posed on white linen, but they are juxtaposed with photos of her in various role-playing and bondage/discipline scenarios. It's hardly bland, and there is something to excite and jog the imagination of most anyone.
In any case, that polished web site, her vaunted reputation, and some of the more extreme photos made the prospect of seeing her a tiny bit intimidating. I idly wondered if I would have to deal with a public relations department mmminion from the Mmmegan Mmmegacorporation(R) rather than with the diminutive blonde from Saskatoon herself. But a short email with the required information brought a quick and friendly response. A couple of emails later to iron out the details, and we had a date.
Touring ladies have a disadvantage in that unless you travel to see them or they return to your city, it's difficult to get to know each other and your respective preferences. One thing that had impressed me is that in her email correspondence she attempts to short-circuit the process by asking a few questions about your interests. Things like the style of service that you prefer, whether MSOG is to be expected, and whether you have any special requests. I'd been asked these types of questions before, of course, but never so clearly and concisely as this.
Enough of this analysis- on to the fun. I arrived at her incall and the door swung open, letting me in. I stepped through and behind the door was fantasy made flesh- the lady herself, wearing the clothes that I'd requested. Perfect. I greeted her, and she promptly pulled me in for a kiss. And another. And then another. Let's just say that she's one of the best kissers I've had the pleasure to experience in a while, and she clearly enjoys that task.
As much as I relished seeing her in those clothes, we wasted no time in getting each other out of them, kissing each other all the while. She has the most glorious smooth, soft, tanned and toned skin. I could be persuaded to kiss her and stroke her skin for, oh, at least a week before coming up for air.
All of you out there will probably find this hard to believe, but she leaves me almost speechless. I really can't say anything that hasn't been said many times before. She clearly enjoys her work, and it really comes across. She has a charming personality and would be outrageously easy to chat with for a long time. I asked her about some of those extreme photos and her eyes twinkled and that wide smile became wider- I felt like I just might wind up becoming the main course for her to devour sometime.
I'm absolutely not surprised that she has so many fans- and she's just made another one. Recommended without reservation. If she comes back to Winnipeg like she has hinted, I'll be at the front of the line.
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I stepped out of the hotel on wobbly legs. Looking up, I saw that one of the letters in the neon sign was flickering in time with an annoying buzz.
I pulled the crumpled pack out of my rumpled trenchcoat and found one last bent coffin nail in it. I lit it. I turned up my collar against the cold rain and pulled the brim of my fedora down.
There are six hundred and eighty thousand stories in the naked city. This was mine. For the first time this evening, I smiled. I strode off into the night. A million tiny points of light smiled down on me from Synn City.
http://www.megansynn.com/
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