Many years ago, I wrote a review of the long retired Mandy, of Mandy and Kerry fame. I started by saying that to truly appreciate a field, you had to study the classic works. I wrote, " Who can really say that they have studied English literature without reading Shakespeare and Dickens? Who can say they understand modern physics without studying Einstein and Bohr, modern art without Monet and Picasso, and likewise philosophy without Nietzsche and Sartre?"
Sometimes, even when you think you know a field well, you can discover a classic work that had escaped your attention. I'd known about Riley the last few years, of course. The accolades were many and lavish. Yet... until very recently I hadn't had the pleasure. But recently I felt the need for a change and I e-mailed her, introducing myself and inquiring about the possibility. For you see, I'd also read that her dance card was rather full, and she only very rarely took on new clients. I pressed send, crossed my fingers, and prepared for a possible disappointment.
But she wrote back almost immediately. She was intrigued. Yes, she would meet with me. We traded a few emails back and forth, as we were both on our respective summer travels and had some difficulty getting our schedules to line up. Finally, the stars aligned, and we set a date and time. She asked me to call for her location, to hear my voice and get a last minute read on me before we actually met in person. Evidently I passed muster, for she gave me her location.
I arrived at her incall and I texted her to say that I had arrived. She texted back to come right in, the door was open. I stepped through, and came face to face with the lovely Riley. She was dressed in a short and sheer peignoir ensemble and she looked fantastic. She has a very pretty face and I think perhaps in another life, she could well have done some modelling. She's busty but I would say that she's a little slimmer in person than the photos on her EC ad, an observation she was to later confirm.
She beamed at me and we exchanged greetings. I took off my jacket and she asked if I liked wine. She brandished a bottle of wine that reminded me of someone I had seen a lot of in the past, a wine that had happy associations for me. I smiled and said that it would be just fine. She was getting on my good side already, and she didn't even know it.
We sat and chatted over our wine. It was small talk to get to know each other, that guarded dance with a soon-to-be-intimate stranger that I've done so many times in the past. She's very sweet, and it was clear that her sweetness was sincere and not just a put-on for our time together. She's also bright, and she spoke with a quiet dignity that I would describe as class.
I've read comparisons of Riley to the long-retired Mandy and except for a passing slight physical resemblance and similar long brown hair, I don't quite see it. But Riley did remind me of Kerry, who I had seen several times long ago. It was a similar intelligence, a likewise easy charm, the same way that Kerry could make me feel at ease very quickly.
My politeness makes even me chuckle at times. Riley sat on the sofa beside me, looking lovely and receptive. I could see her cleavage very prominently, framed in lace. Yet I was too polite, even then, to gaze at her up and down, to leer. I commented on my politeness and she took it as her cue to lean in for a kiss. Perhaps she thought I wouldn't have moved things along. As if.
Sometimes an eternity is in a kiss of a few seconds. Our tongues touched, I could smell her faint scent of soap. I softly stroked her hair and the nape of her neck. I kissed her cheek, nuzzled her ear. She let out her breath in a long sigh. I think we were both ready to move on.
I enjoy sensuality. I revel in the touch of soft skin and to trace soft curves with my fingers, lips and tongue. Riley let me explore her, to her obvious delight. Our bedroom preferences fit together very nicely. Like a tongue in groove joint in fine furniture, I'd say. She lay breathless afterwards and I nestled beside her, stroking and kissing once again.
Sometimes it's the simplest things that are the most satisfying. I think that if I were to give a blow-by-blow retelling of our encounter, it would be diminished greatly by being expressed in mere words. Because it's not so much what we did, but how we did it that was so remarkable. She relished my touch, and I relished hers. Despite being total strangers only moments before, we touched, we caressed, and more with real affection and tenderness.
The end of my time passed and then some, much too quickly. She offered me a shower, which I declined. I wanted to keep smelling her, carry a little bit of her with me just a little bit longer. We talked about what we might do on a next visit and I gave her a kiss and hug and left, with more than a bit of reluctance.
Riley has drawn many accolades, both here and elsewhere, and I can see why now. She's the total package. She has the face of a model and a very pleasing body. Her body shows a few signs of having lived life to it's fullest in her thirty something years, but to me it made her more attractive, like a patina on a bronze statue. I'm reminded of a quotation from Sophia Loren. "If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful." Her life experiences have given her her class, her charm, and her unbridled sensuality and those are the things I remember most about her.
I could see how one might lose himself with her, fall head over heels. Still, I remember our time with a smile, and I yearn to go back and share those gentle caresses again. And I know I will. I have no doubt. I'll take that risk.
Sometimes, even when you think you know a field well, you can discover a classic work that had escaped your attention. I'd known about Riley the last few years, of course. The accolades were many and lavish. Yet... until very recently I hadn't had the pleasure. But recently I felt the need for a change and I e-mailed her, introducing myself and inquiring about the possibility. For you see, I'd also read that her dance card was rather full, and she only very rarely took on new clients. I pressed send, crossed my fingers, and prepared for a possible disappointment.
But she wrote back almost immediately. She was intrigued. Yes, she would meet with me. We traded a few emails back and forth, as we were both on our respective summer travels and had some difficulty getting our schedules to line up. Finally, the stars aligned, and we set a date and time. She asked me to call for her location, to hear my voice and get a last minute read on me before we actually met in person. Evidently I passed muster, for she gave me her location.
I arrived at her incall and I texted her to say that I had arrived. She texted back to come right in, the door was open. I stepped through, and came face to face with the lovely Riley. She was dressed in a short and sheer peignoir ensemble and she looked fantastic. She has a very pretty face and I think perhaps in another life, she could well have done some modelling. She's busty but I would say that she's a little slimmer in person than the photos on her EC ad, an observation she was to later confirm.
She beamed at me and we exchanged greetings. I took off my jacket and she asked if I liked wine. She brandished a bottle of wine that reminded me of someone I had seen a lot of in the past, a wine that had happy associations for me. I smiled and said that it would be just fine. She was getting on my good side already, and she didn't even know it.
We sat and chatted over our wine. It was small talk to get to know each other, that guarded dance with a soon-to-be-intimate stranger that I've done so many times in the past. She's very sweet, and it was clear that her sweetness was sincere and not just a put-on for our time together. She's also bright, and she spoke with a quiet dignity that I would describe as class.
I've read comparisons of Riley to the long-retired Mandy and except for a passing slight physical resemblance and similar long brown hair, I don't quite see it. But Riley did remind me of Kerry, who I had seen several times long ago. It was a similar intelligence, a likewise easy charm, the same way that Kerry could make me feel at ease very quickly.
My politeness makes even me chuckle at times. Riley sat on the sofa beside me, looking lovely and receptive. I could see her cleavage very prominently, framed in lace. Yet I was too polite, even then, to gaze at her up and down, to leer. I commented on my politeness and she took it as her cue to lean in for a kiss. Perhaps she thought I wouldn't have moved things along. As if.
Sometimes an eternity is in a kiss of a few seconds. Our tongues touched, I could smell her faint scent of soap. I softly stroked her hair and the nape of her neck. I kissed her cheek, nuzzled her ear. She let out her breath in a long sigh. I think we were both ready to move on.
I enjoy sensuality. I revel in the touch of soft skin and to trace soft curves with my fingers, lips and tongue. Riley let me explore her, to her obvious delight. Our bedroom preferences fit together very nicely. Like a tongue in groove joint in fine furniture, I'd say. She lay breathless afterwards and I nestled beside her, stroking and kissing once again.
Sometimes it's the simplest things that are the most satisfying. I think that if I were to give a blow-by-blow retelling of our encounter, it would be diminished greatly by being expressed in mere words. Because it's not so much what we did, but how we did it that was so remarkable. She relished my touch, and I relished hers. Despite being total strangers only moments before, we touched, we caressed, and more with real affection and tenderness.
The end of my time passed and then some, much too quickly. She offered me a shower, which I declined. I wanted to keep smelling her, carry a little bit of her with me just a little bit longer. We talked about what we might do on a next visit and I gave her a kiss and hug and left, with more than a bit of reluctance.
Riley has drawn many accolades, both here and elsewhere, and I can see why now. She's the total package. She has the face of a model and a very pleasing body. Her body shows a few signs of having lived life to it's fullest in her thirty something years, but to me it made her more attractive, like a patina on a bronze statue. I'm reminded of a quotation from Sophia Loren. "If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful." Her life experiences have given her her class, her charm, and her unbridled sensuality and those are the things I remember most about her.
I could see how one might lose himself with her, fall head over heels. Still, I remember our time with a smile, and I yearn to go back and share those gentle caresses again. And I know I will. I have no doubt. I'll take that risk.
