I enjoy women of all sizes and shapes, but the few very tall women that I've seen in this hobby seem to have had a dis-proportionally large impact on me. It was such a very tall woman that got me hooked on this hobby in the first place, back so many years ago. She was a 5'11" curvy platinum blonde, and her lust for fun on that long-ago evening sent me well along the way to the road I've taken and eventually to this review. More recently, I had a very memorable time with Abella in Calgary, who was coincidentally also 5'11". She, too, was also possessed of a joyful sense of play that intrigued, and that I hope to explore further sometime soon.
But Miss Melody, at 6' 2", sets a new high water mark in this regard. I'm absolutely certain that she's the tallest lady I've ever had the pleasure of visiting. But all the same, I really don't have a tall woman fetish and I have never sought out anyone because of this. So although it is utterly impossible to review Melody without making a reference to her height, I'm well aware that there are many more dimensions to her than that one measure.
For Melody, her initial appeal for me was her personality. I first noticed Melody in her posts on the baby cow board, when I had been recently doing research for a trip to Calgary. Oddly enough, though she had been to Winnipeg a couple of times already, she had entirely escaped my notice. I'm still scratching my head over that one.
In any case, many ladies in this business submerge their personalities for public consumption, particularly on these boards. There are number of reasons why they might do that. It would reveal personal information that would make them identifiable, for one. There are others who wish to present a tabula rasa, a blank slate for the potential client to project their own fantasies on. Now those are very good reasons to hide their personalities, and I would never criticise anyone whose done so. But all the same, no matter what the reason is, the end result can too often result in bland posts and ads that don't leave an impression and are quickly forgotten.
Melody most certainly isn't like this. As she puts it, what you see in her posts is what you get, for she doesn't shy away from putting large dollops of her personality in them. What I saw were her slightly quirky sassiness, her obvious authenticity, her richly evident intelligence. She has a good sense of perspective, perhaps because of her full and fulfilling life outside the business and these circles. And when I investigated and discovered her height, her very sexy long curly auburn hair, her creamy skin and her green eyes, it only served to enhance my interest. For you see, I also haven't met very many natural redheads in my time but the few I've seen have been influential well past their numbers. And a tall redhead that also appealed on an intellectual level? Well now.
So I was definitely interested. But there was the small matter of the fact that she wasn't in my city, or for that matter any city that I would likely be in at the same time. You can imagine my excitement to see her advertise that she would be visiting Winnipeg, and you can also imagine my disappointment when I realized that she was going to arrive right in the middle of one of the busiest periods for my work this year. It would be one of those times that guaranteed late hours, coupled with the kind of stress that places a damper on any kind of carnal stress relief, at least it does for me.
But luckily for me, the heavens parted. I would have a free morning during one of the days she was here. It would be rather short notice, so I decided to forgo my usual email introduction and phoned her instead one recent afternoon.
The tone of that telephone conversation was as if her posts were made audible. She displayed that quirky sassiness that I already mentioned and I could tell that she was relaxing with me as well. We could probably have talked for some time. It was a done deal. I booked her for the following morning when I knew that I would be free.
We exchanged a few texts that morning and she was utterly prompt and professional in them. It was the kind of clear and timely communication that I should be able to take for granted in this business but sadly, now just appreciate all the more when it is present. Finally, she texted her room number. I rode the elevator up, strode up to the door and knocked softly.
The door swung open, seemingly without anyone there and I walked in. There she was, wearing a close-fitting fishnet dress and very little else. She towered over me, standing there in her bare feet. We exchanged hellos and she gave me a kiss, light and sensual by way of a greeting.
Yes, she was tall. I loved her long curly auburn hair. It is the kind of hair that I expect the ladies who have, hate for turning into an unmanageable kinky curl when it gets damp, but for me that day it was wild and sultry, suggesting wild times she'd had and would soon have again.
I think that it is fair to say that had I met her outside this context, that I wouldn't have suspected her of being an escort. She has a distinct girl-next-door feel about her, that is, if you lived out in the country and had admired a tall jean-clad curvy country girl off in the distance. Although she was well groomed and in particular had very well pedicured feet, her face was glowing and lightly wind-burned. She exuded a sense of having a lifetime of healthy outdoors living, which I believe is the case for her outside this business.
We lay on the bed for a little get acquainted conversation and sipped the coffee that I had brought for our morning tryst. That chat reinforced my impression of that now-familiar quirky sassiness. She's bright and articulate. I didn't have to hold back and tailor my language usage with her and it was a joy. I was quite enjoying our conversation, but in the middle of it I leaned down and gently licked one of her nipples impertinently poking its way out of her fishnet dress. She stopped in mid-sentence, closed her eyes and started to breathe heavily. I helped her out of her dress and her skimpy panties. I finally got a good look at her, as I kissed and stroked all over. She's a big girl, no question, but she's height and weight proportional and carries it well. She has lovely skin as well and I was able to locate a few out of the way places where she responded very favorably to my attention. Of course, I eventually found my way to the flower of her womanhood, and it too blossomed very gratifyingly under my attention.
She lay me back and gave me her oral attention in exchange. All I can say is, sweet dear Lord. She is outstandingly talented in that department, with a light yet intense touch that brought me to the edge and then back, over and over again. Her long hair was tied up to one side and spilled over one of my thighs, brushing it lightly as a harmonic counterpoint to all the excitement that Melody was causing. I was in heaven.
Melody advertises as a submissive. I'd found that additionally interesting because I seem to developing a bit of an assertive attitude that has come up with certain ladies. Of course, these ladies have been more than willing to encourage my exploration along those lines. We had discussed interests and limits earlier and I believe that we would have been a good fit, tongue in groove, pun intended. Suffice to say that she prefers a man who is decisive about what he wants, and when I'm in this mode I want a lady who is willing to just give it to me.
But sadly, exploring that fit would have to wait for another day. The stress of the previous days, as well as the restless night before I visited Melody took its toll. She struggled valiantly, and I can't fault her in any way. The difficulty was all mine. Growing older is a bitch.
We had a long and animated conversation afterwards. It turns out that we have a few common acquaintances in this world (no confidences were broken) and a few shared interests. I liked Melody, and we were both sorry when I had to go.
But I know she'll be back to Winnipeg. And I do believe a rematch is in order. I'll be sure to bring my A game next time.
But Miss Melody, at 6' 2", sets a new high water mark in this regard. I'm absolutely certain that she's the tallest lady I've ever had the pleasure of visiting. But all the same, I really don't have a tall woman fetish and I have never sought out anyone because of this. So although it is utterly impossible to review Melody without making a reference to her height, I'm well aware that there are many more dimensions to her than that one measure.
For Melody, her initial appeal for me was her personality. I first noticed Melody in her posts on the baby cow board, when I had been recently doing research for a trip to Calgary. Oddly enough, though she had been to Winnipeg a couple of times already, she had entirely escaped my notice. I'm still scratching my head over that one.
In any case, many ladies in this business submerge their personalities for public consumption, particularly on these boards. There are number of reasons why they might do that. It would reveal personal information that would make them identifiable, for one. There are others who wish to present a tabula rasa, a blank slate for the potential client to project their own fantasies on. Now those are very good reasons to hide their personalities, and I would never criticise anyone whose done so. But all the same, no matter what the reason is, the end result can too often result in bland posts and ads that don't leave an impression and are quickly forgotten.
Melody most certainly isn't like this. As she puts it, what you see in her posts is what you get, for she doesn't shy away from putting large dollops of her personality in them. What I saw were her slightly quirky sassiness, her obvious authenticity, her richly evident intelligence. She has a good sense of perspective, perhaps because of her full and fulfilling life outside the business and these circles. And when I investigated and discovered her height, her very sexy long curly auburn hair, her creamy skin and her green eyes, it only served to enhance my interest. For you see, I also haven't met very many natural redheads in my time but the few I've seen have been influential well past their numbers. And a tall redhead that also appealed on an intellectual level? Well now.
So I was definitely interested. But there was the small matter of the fact that she wasn't in my city, or for that matter any city that I would likely be in at the same time. You can imagine my excitement to see her advertise that she would be visiting Winnipeg, and you can also imagine my disappointment when I realized that she was going to arrive right in the middle of one of the busiest periods for my work this year. It would be one of those times that guaranteed late hours, coupled with the kind of stress that places a damper on any kind of carnal stress relief, at least it does for me.
But luckily for me, the heavens parted. I would have a free morning during one of the days she was here. It would be rather short notice, so I decided to forgo my usual email introduction and phoned her instead one recent afternoon.
The tone of that telephone conversation was as if her posts were made audible. She displayed that quirky sassiness that I already mentioned and I could tell that she was relaxing with me as well. We could probably have talked for some time. It was a done deal. I booked her for the following morning when I knew that I would be free.
We exchanged a few texts that morning and she was utterly prompt and professional in them. It was the kind of clear and timely communication that I should be able to take for granted in this business but sadly, now just appreciate all the more when it is present. Finally, she texted her room number. I rode the elevator up, strode up to the door and knocked softly.
The door swung open, seemingly without anyone there and I walked in. There she was, wearing a close-fitting fishnet dress and very little else. She towered over me, standing there in her bare feet. We exchanged hellos and she gave me a kiss, light and sensual by way of a greeting.
Yes, she was tall. I loved her long curly auburn hair. It is the kind of hair that I expect the ladies who have, hate for turning into an unmanageable kinky curl when it gets damp, but for me that day it was wild and sultry, suggesting wild times she'd had and would soon have again.
I think that it is fair to say that had I met her outside this context, that I wouldn't have suspected her of being an escort. She has a distinct girl-next-door feel about her, that is, if you lived out in the country and had admired a tall jean-clad curvy country girl off in the distance. Although she was well groomed and in particular had very well pedicured feet, her face was glowing and lightly wind-burned. She exuded a sense of having a lifetime of healthy outdoors living, which I believe is the case for her outside this business.
We lay on the bed for a little get acquainted conversation and sipped the coffee that I had brought for our morning tryst. That chat reinforced my impression of that now-familiar quirky sassiness. She's bright and articulate. I didn't have to hold back and tailor my language usage with her and it was a joy. I was quite enjoying our conversation, but in the middle of it I leaned down and gently licked one of her nipples impertinently poking its way out of her fishnet dress. She stopped in mid-sentence, closed her eyes and started to breathe heavily. I helped her out of her dress and her skimpy panties. I finally got a good look at her, as I kissed and stroked all over. She's a big girl, no question, but she's height and weight proportional and carries it well. She has lovely skin as well and I was able to locate a few out of the way places where she responded very favorably to my attention. Of course, I eventually found my way to the flower of her womanhood, and it too blossomed very gratifyingly under my attention.
She lay me back and gave me her oral attention in exchange. All I can say is, sweet dear Lord. She is outstandingly talented in that department, with a light yet intense touch that brought me to the edge and then back, over and over again. Her long hair was tied up to one side and spilled over one of my thighs, brushing it lightly as a harmonic counterpoint to all the excitement that Melody was causing. I was in heaven.
Melody advertises as a submissive. I'd found that additionally interesting because I seem to developing a bit of an assertive attitude that has come up with certain ladies. Of course, these ladies have been more than willing to encourage my exploration along those lines. We had discussed interests and limits earlier and I believe that we would have been a good fit, tongue in groove, pun intended. Suffice to say that she prefers a man who is decisive about what he wants, and when I'm in this mode I want a lady who is willing to just give it to me.
But sadly, exploring that fit would have to wait for another day. The stress of the previous days, as well as the restless night before I visited Melody took its toll. She struggled valiantly, and I can't fault her in any way. The difficulty was all mine. Growing older is a bitch.
We had a long and animated conversation afterwards. It turns out that we have a few common acquaintances in this world (no confidences were broken) and a few shared interests. I liked Melody, and we were both sorry when I had to go.
But I know she'll be back to Winnipeg. And I do believe a rematch is in order. I'll be sure to bring my A game next time.
