Recently, I had a touch of the winter blahs. Perhaps you know what I mean. Christmas and New Year's Eve celebrations were a distant memory. The weather went back and forth between leaden skies and brown gummy slush to bitterly frigid. Friends and family seemed to be off on adventures of their own. Trivial pursuits seemed, well, trivial. Life just seemed to have lost its luster.
So on a whim, I pulled out my hobby archives. I read some of the stories and reviews I'd written. I even read snippets of notes, stories not quite finished, thoughts that might show up in another tale later on. I relived happy memories, funny tales, delights both profound and subtle. I read about crossed connections and missed opportunities and felt the odd regret. I looked at the many notes I had about a certain lady, and pored over them for some time. I finally turned away, with a wry smile.
And then I stumbled on my review of Riley from a couple of years ago.
That review had wound up becoming the most popularly read item in my pooning oeuvre. It was an inspired moment when I wrote it. But as polished as that review was, I knew that a good part of its popularity was due to the enthusiastic adoration of its subject. I'd experienced first hand the reasons for her renown. I remembered her warmth, her kindness, the gentle caring that seemed to be almost limitless. I remembered her pretty face and easy smile.
And with that, I decided to end my recent self-imposed hiatus from the hobby. But in this case, time definitely wasn't on my side. It had been more than two years since I'd seen or spoken with her last. Would I be welcome back? After all, a lady as popular as she is would have little trouble filling her availability with her loyal fans, emphasis on the loyal. But I wrote her and quickly got back an eager response. Yes, she would meet me and my requested time and day were just fine.
So it was not very long afterwards that I found myself in front of her incall door. The door opened, and I was face to face with the lovely Riley. She rushed forward and gave me a huge hug, matched by an equally huge smile across her face. My worries about whether I would be welcome again seemed rather silly now. She took my coat and I took off my shoes. She complimented me and said I looked good. She commented on the fruits of my gym time and I was stunned. I hadn't said anything, but she noticed the areas where I'd made the most progress right away. I was surprised to see that she remembered me in that much detail, even after all that time.
We sat on the sofa and caught up. I wished that I had thought ahead enough to bring a wine that we had enjoyed in the past. I'm clearly out of practice in this sort of thing now. She was just as pretty as I'd remembered. Conversation was just as effortless as it was, way back when. It was like no time had passed at all, much less two years.
I soon found my face very close to hers. I can report that she's as delightful a kisser as I had remembered, and that she still matched me in our shared appreciation of sensuality. What less would I expect from a lady with the sobriquet of Sensual Riley?
I can further report that her skin is as soft and as taut as I recalled, her girls were just as bountiful and as pleasing to the eye and touch as they always had been. She let me take the lead and met every kiss, every caress, with a huge smile. It seemed like she was enjoying every moment. Suffice to say that she enjoys a gentle assertiveness.
Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms. She brought up an issue that had been on her mind for a while and I listened carefully before making a few comments. It was an extra little intimacy that I wasn't expecting, but I valued it all the more because it was so unexpected. She thanked me for listening. It was nothing, Riley, my pleasure. It made me feel like we were friends, good friends, once again.
Our time was now more than up and she had to move on with her day. I got dressed and got a final hug and kiss. She asked me not to wait so long till the next time and as always, she was absolutely right. It won't be. I walked out into the cold air with a smile. I think I even whistled a tune.
Later that day, I got some takeout food from a restaurant near me for supper. I'd been there many times, but not recently. As I paid for my order, the proprietor asked me if I had been away. I seemed relaxed, tanned, rested. Like I'd been on vacation. I could only smile. And with that, I realized I'd reached the end of my winter blahs.
Riley's latest ad is here.
So on a whim, I pulled out my hobby archives. I read some of the stories and reviews I'd written. I even read snippets of notes, stories not quite finished, thoughts that might show up in another tale later on. I relived happy memories, funny tales, delights both profound and subtle. I read about crossed connections and missed opportunities and felt the odd regret. I looked at the many notes I had about a certain lady, and pored over them for some time. I finally turned away, with a wry smile.
And then I stumbled on my review of Riley from a couple of years ago.
That review had wound up becoming the most popularly read item in my pooning oeuvre. It was an inspired moment when I wrote it. But as polished as that review was, I knew that a good part of its popularity was due to the enthusiastic adoration of its subject. I'd experienced first hand the reasons for her renown. I remembered her warmth, her kindness, the gentle caring that seemed to be almost limitless. I remembered her pretty face and easy smile.
And with that, I decided to end my recent self-imposed hiatus from the hobby. But in this case, time definitely wasn't on my side. It had been more than two years since I'd seen or spoken with her last. Would I be welcome back? After all, a lady as popular as she is would have little trouble filling her availability with her loyal fans, emphasis on the loyal. But I wrote her and quickly got back an eager response. Yes, she would meet me and my requested time and day were just fine.
So it was not very long afterwards that I found myself in front of her incall door. The door opened, and I was face to face with the lovely Riley. She rushed forward and gave me a huge hug, matched by an equally huge smile across her face. My worries about whether I would be welcome again seemed rather silly now. She took my coat and I took off my shoes. She complimented me and said I looked good. She commented on the fruits of my gym time and I was stunned. I hadn't said anything, but she noticed the areas where I'd made the most progress right away. I was surprised to see that she remembered me in that much detail, even after all that time.
We sat on the sofa and caught up. I wished that I had thought ahead enough to bring a wine that we had enjoyed in the past. I'm clearly out of practice in this sort of thing now. She was just as pretty as I'd remembered. Conversation was just as effortless as it was, way back when. It was like no time had passed at all, much less two years.
I soon found my face very close to hers. I can report that she's as delightful a kisser as I had remembered, and that she still matched me in our shared appreciation of sensuality. What less would I expect from a lady with the sobriquet of Sensual Riley?
I can further report that her skin is as soft and as taut as I recalled, her girls were just as bountiful and as pleasing to the eye and touch as they always had been. She let me take the lead and met every kiss, every caress, with a huge smile. It seemed like she was enjoying every moment. Suffice to say that she enjoys a gentle assertiveness.
Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms. She brought up an issue that had been on her mind for a while and I listened carefully before making a few comments. It was an extra little intimacy that I wasn't expecting, but I valued it all the more because it was so unexpected. She thanked me for listening. It was nothing, Riley, my pleasure. It made me feel like we were friends, good friends, once again.
Our time was now more than up and she had to move on with her day. I got dressed and got a final hug and kiss. She asked me not to wait so long till the next time and as always, she was absolutely right. It won't be. I walked out into the cold air with a smile. I think I even whistled a tune.
Later that day, I got some takeout food from a restaurant near me for supper. I'd been there many times, but not recently. As I paid for my order, the proprietor asked me if I had been away. I seemed relaxed, tanned, rested. Like I'd been on vacation. I could only smile. And with that, I realized I'd reached the end of my winter blahs.
Riley's latest ad is here.
