Often in this hobby, it is the obvious, the eyecatching, the dramatic that draws most of the attention. And while I don't pretend to be immune to the appeal that flashy has on me, sometimes the quieter, less dramatic can also be as satisfying.
I've always been a bit of a fan of the librarian look, and the last woman who really fit that bill for me was the long-departed Monica. So while I had seen Elizabeth's web site and photos and thought her intriguing, it wasn't until the Pooner and Provider Party that Sinful Sydnee put on in December that I got to see Elizabeth in her librarian-lookalike mode. She had her glasses on, and her hair tied back, and was soft spoken to a fault. She was casually dressed and I would have had no difficulty believing that she was a part-time librarian in the Elizabeth (ahem) Dafoe library at the U of M campus. And though she was not as eye-catching as the vivacious, dramatic Mystique that she was seated next to, she still made as large an impact on me, though in a very different way.
As with Mystique, I didn't get much of a chance to talk to Elizabeth that evening. It wasn't until their cooperative's open house later that month that I got to see Elizabeth somewhere in between the obvious SP image on her web site and her librarian look. Pictures of her on that evening are elsewhere on this forum, but suffice to say that the sight of her in glasses and sheer, skimpy lingerie had an immediate and dramatic appeal on me. Sadly, though I didn't get a chance to do much more than talk to her that day, it was still enough to further deepen the impact that she made. She was quiet and a more than a little reserved, but that conversation still showed many flashes of intelligence that I knew would warrant further investigation.
So I knew the drill by now. I called Sydnee, who coordinates the bookings for their cooperative, and requested a booking for an hour at the customary two browns. She called me back a few minutes later to confirm that my requested time was available, and the die was cast. No muss, no fuss.
I arrived the next day at her incall, downtown in the general vicinity of the Donald Street bridge. I was buzzed up, and the door swung open. She was just as I remembered, with creamy pale skin, light red hair, a broad and enigmatic smile, and those librarianesque glasses again. She was wearing a sheer crimson robe, open to reveal a matching sheer camisole and tiny thong. She took my coat, and I handed her a couple of small gifts that I thought she would appreciate, based on our earlier discussions.
She led me into her tastefully decorated bedroom, which I didn't get to see right away.. as she wound herself around me for a scorching, open-mouthed kiss that immediately evaporated any notion that I had of her having any wallflower-like tendencies. After a few minutes of this very impressive and very satisfying osculation, we slowly, eventually, inexorably, made it to the bed. We continued our lip-lock for some time, eventually shedding our clothing along the way to the inevitable happy ending.
Still waters run deep, they say. And that librarian look hides a quiet, thoughtful personality that could become quite ferocious, in a good way, once unleashed. And that sums up my time with her- I felt honored to have provoked her inner passion into life in her time with me.
We spent a way too brief few minutes chatting after the final event. She is both highly intelligent and considerably more mature than her age would suggest. I found myself not quite believing that she was only 23, though I'm sure that that is her real age. I look forward to deeper discourse, both verbal and otherwise, with her in the future.
I was quite taken with Elizabeth. She was one of the very few ladies in this hobby who have made me wonder how things might have been, had I been a little bit younger and the stars aligned just a little bit differently. Deciding whether I want to repeat won't be an issue. Obviously, staying away might be.
http://ravishingelizabeth.rare-courtesan.com/inside.php
I've always been a bit of a fan of the librarian look, and the last woman who really fit that bill for me was the long-departed Monica. So while I had seen Elizabeth's web site and photos and thought her intriguing, it wasn't until the Pooner and Provider Party that Sinful Sydnee put on in December that I got to see Elizabeth in her librarian-lookalike mode. She had her glasses on, and her hair tied back, and was soft spoken to a fault. She was casually dressed and I would have had no difficulty believing that she was a part-time librarian in the Elizabeth (ahem) Dafoe library at the U of M campus. And though she was not as eye-catching as the vivacious, dramatic Mystique that she was seated next to, she still made as large an impact on me, though in a very different way.
As with Mystique, I didn't get much of a chance to talk to Elizabeth that evening. It wasn't until their cooperative's open house later that month that I got to see Elizabeth somewhere in between the obvious SP image on her web site and her librarian look. Pictures of her on that evening are elsewhere on this forum, but suffice to say that the sight of her in glasses and sheer, skimpy lingerie had an immediate and dramatic appeal on me. Sadly, though I didn't get a chance to do much more than talk to her that day, it was still enough to further deepen the impact that she made. She was quiet and a more than a little reserved, but that conversation still showed many flashes of intelligence that I knew would warrant further investigation.
So I knew the drill by now. I called Sydnee, who coordinates the bookings for their cooperative, and requested a booking for an hour at the customary two browns. She called me back a few minutes later to confirm that my requested time was available, and the die was cast. No muss, no fuss.
I arrived the next day at her incall, downtown in the general vicinity of the Donald Street bridge. I was buzzed up, and the door swung open. She was just as I remembered, with creamy pale skin, light red hair, a broad and enigmatic smile, and those librarianesque glasses again. She was wearing a sheer crimson robe, open to reveal a matching sheer camisole and tiny thong. She took my coat, and I handed her a couple of small gifts that I thought she would appreciate, based on our earlier discussions.
She led me into her tastefully decorated bedroom, which I didn't get to see right away.. as she wound herself around me for a scorching, open-mouthed kiss that immediately evaporated any notion that I had of her having any wallflower-like tendencies. After a few minutes of this very impressive and very satisfying osculation, we slowly, eventually, inexorably, made it to the bed. We continued our lip-lock for some time, eventually shedding our clothing along the way to the inevitable happy ending.
Still waters run deep, they say. And that librarian look hides a quiet, thoughtful personality that could become quite ferocious, in a good way, once unleashed. And that sums up my time with her- I felt honored to have provoked her inner passion into life in her time with me.
We spent a way too brief few minutes chatting after the final event. She is both highly intelligent and considerably more mature than her age would suggest. I found myself not quite believing that she was only 23, though I'm sure that that is her real age. I look forward to deeper discourse, both verbal and otherwise, with her in the future.
I was quite taken with Elizabeth. She was one of the very few ladies in this hobby who have made me wonder how things might have been, had I been a little bit younger and the stars aligned just a little bit differently. Deciding whether I want to repeat won't be an issue. Obviously, staying away might be.
http://ravishingelizabeth.rare-courtesan.com/inside.php
