If you've been following my reviews through the years, you may have noticed that there's a couple of things that I've said again and again. The first is that I tend not to see the travelling ladies. Oh, I've seen some of them, at the very low rate of perhaps one or two a year, and my encounters have been duly documented here. But I do prefer locals and that'll probably never change.
The other thing that I've said is that I shy away from ladies who are very young. You might recall that I met and reviewed Lean here a couple of years ago, who at the tender age of twenty was one of my few notable exceptions in recent memory. I had a great time, as I recall.
And that brings me to Rose. She's both a travelling lady and also very young. Her advertised age is 22. Yet in spite of both those facts, she was easily my most anticipated meeting in recent memory, local or touring.
I remember the first ad she posted here a few months back. The pictures were lovely. The photographer was talented. The photos had a quality reminiscent of the Playmates featured in Playboy magazine. Rose shows her face, bare and proud. The pictures had appeal, to be sure. But it wasn't just that. She showed intelligence and articulateness in her advertising posts. It impressed me and made me wonder. For you see, I know this business is one part fantasy, one part entertainment, and sometimes contain only perhaps a dash of the truth. There's nothing to stop someone from getting assistance for the ad text as well as the photography. I know this well, having written the very occasional ad for a close favorite or two in my time. So although the content might be entertaining, they might well not be representative of her. Still, I was intrigued.
But what really tipped the scales and turned a casual interest into an avid pursuit were her reviews. I read every one I could find, on several review boards. They were uniformly positive- glowing, in fact. I don't recall reading one thing that was the slightest bit negative. I wrote to her before her recent visit to Winnipeg and expressed interest. I introduced myself as Birdboy and sure enough, she investigated. Her interest had been piqued as well. Her compliments left me breathless. My fear that she might not be the voice and spirit behind her ads seemed completely groundless, in fact silly now. So of course, I had to book her. So last week where it almost seemed like every touring lady of any note would be in town, she was the only one I was really interested in.
The next few weeks passed by slowly. I had been doing some travelling and I was busy with work. Still, from time to time I'd glance at her ad and dream of what might be. I saw the gentle smile and the soft look in her eyes and I thought that she might do very well in my sometime search for the ultimate GFE. I was amused to get an email from her a week before our meeting with a 'pre-confirmation' request. In an email it is difficult to combine businesslike content with a warm demeanor, but she pulled it off. The attention to detail and the conscientiousness only made her even more attractive to me.
Finally, the day came. She texted me her room number and I was cleared for takeoff. I fidgeted on the elevator ride up. I knocked softly on the door and she greeted me with a gentle kiss and hug. She offered me water and she sat on the sofa to talk.
I noticed two things right away. The first was that even though her photos left nothing to the imagination, her face was much more attractive in person. She wore makeup that was much lighter than was in the photos and I think that made the difference. The lighter makeup made her seem softer, more approachable. But the fact was, she was a beautiful young lady and she would have been beautiful with no makeup at all. She's athletic and glowed with good health and smooth, taut skin. Ah, youth.
The second thing was that I was a little surprised by her French Quebecois accent. You see, we exchanged a few emails and her English was impeccable in both grammar and diction. It felt like I was corresponding with a native English speaker, rather than one for whom English was a second language. I found her accent charming. I chose not to embarrass myself by speaking to her with my rudimentary French.
She said she would wear her favorite outfit, and she looked quite lovely. She wore a strappy black bustier and panty set and was barefoot. We chatted for a time. I talked to her about what drew her to touring in Winnipeg. We both have a more than passing interest in fitness and we talked about that at length. Her knee touched mine and she rested a hand lightly on my thigh. Even though it was a casual conversation, the contact lent a deeply erotic undertone to it. I leaned in and smelled the faint scent of freshly soaped skin. We kissed lightly. It was time to move the party to the bed. I excused myself to freshen up and returned to see Rose lounging enticingly on the bed. I stripped off my shirt and trousers in record time and joined her.
We kissed. We stroked. We went slow and we both relished it. I took the time to investigate all of the little out of the way places on her body that I'm sure most clients never give a second thought to, but which I know some ladies enjoy. We never went more than a few seconds without stroking and kissing. We chatted lightly in between kisses and she's just one of the sweetest ladies I've met in this business, relentlessly positive and complimentary. I've heard it said in more than one of her reviews that it felt like time stood still, that the world only existed for you and Rose alone on that bed. That's the way I felt, that this beautiful creature was mine and mine alone. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.
If I were to tell you in great detail about our time together, it would seem mundane, even dull. But it wasn't. The kisses, the caresses, the gently touches are deeply satisfying and yet so difficult to express in words. Of course, there were moments when things were much more.... intense. And those moments were pretty fine as well.
Much too soon, my time was up. As conscientious and prompt as she was about the start of our date, she wanted to end it on time. Fair enough. She's already very popular and I know she'd want to extend the same degree of professionalism to her next client. So I got up, got dressed, gave her a final hug and kiss and slipped quietly out her door.
But that wasn't the end of this tale. I was impressed enough to want to try and see her again before she left. I wasn't optimistic as she mentioned in her ads that she was fully booked for her last few days but very luckily for me, there was a cancellation. So I moved some of my meetings around and headed off to see her on her last day.
As I've said a few times in the past, first times are exciting. But in a lot of ways, second times are even better. And so it was with us. We were much more comfortable with each other that time. We had found in our first rendezvous that we enjoy many of the same things, and that we share much of the same approach to this business. This time, I tweaked her boundaries a tiny bit and flirted with some light kink and she seemed to love it. Interesting. I think we're going to get along very, very well. We talked about some of the things that we'd do on future dates and I'm looking forward to them. I left, sorry again that I was leaving, but happy.
Rose has much passion. She has in her horizontal endeavors to be sure, but what I also mean is that she has a passion for life and a passion for her profession. She takes her craft seriously and you can see that in her communication and the way she conducts the non-bedroom parts of her business. At times I could see the determination behind her youthful face and the will in her voice when she told me some of her tales. If there ever was a Wikipedia entry for the phrase 'mature beyond her years', Rose's picture could be in it.
So perhaps my prejudice against younger escorts is unfounded. I had forgotten that one of my longest tenured favorites and the inspiration for many of my Diaries tales was only 23 when I first saw her as a client. We've had our ups and downs to be sure, but we've stayed in touch long after her retirement from this business. Will Rose become a longtime favorite? Only time will tell. My former favorite had the advantage of living in the same city as I. And though I know Rose is currently enjoying much success in her tours to Winnipeg, my access to her is dependent in a good part on the continued interest she gets from others here as well. So we shall see.
Rose Delacourt is so good she has me shaking my head at my limiting myself to locals. Of course, there are some great local ladies. But I have to admit the local scene isn't what I could call vibrant anymore, and hasn't been for a long time. I can only wonder at the fabulous experiences that I've missed out on, by not investigating the touring ladies more thoroughly. Again, only time will tell. But now I've learned to go with the flow. And I await the next time Rose comes back to town.
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The other thing that I've said is that I shy away from ladies who are very young. You might recall that I met and reviewed Lean here a couple of years ago, who at the tender age of twenty was one of my few notable exceptions in recent memory. I had a great time, as I recall.
And that brings me to Rose. She's both a travelling lady and also very young. Her advertised age is 22. Yet in spite of both those facts, she was easily my most anticipated meeting in recent memory, local or touring.
I remember the first ad she posted here a few months back. The pictures were lovely. The photographer was talented. The photos had a quality reminiscent of the Playmates featured in Playboy magazine. Rose shows her face, bare and proud. The pictures had appeal, to be sure. But it wasn't just that. She showed intelligence and articulateness in her advertising posts. It impressed me and made me wonder. For you see, I know this business is one part fantasy, one part entertainment, and sometimes contain only perhaps a dash of the truth. There's nothing to stop someone from getting assistance for the ad text as well as the photography. I know this well, having written the very occasional ad for a close favorite or two in my time. So although the content might be entertaining, they might well not be representative of her. Still, I was intrigued.
But what really tipped the scales and turned a casual interest into an avid pursuit were her reviews. I read every one I could find, on several review boards. They were uniformly positive- glowing, in fact. I don't recall reading one thing that was the slightest bit negative. I wrote to her before her recent visit to Winnipeg and expressed interest. I introduced myself as Birdboy and sure enough, she investigated. Her interest had been piqued as well. Her compliments left me breathless. My fear that she might not be the voice and spirit behind her ads seemed completely groundless, in fact silly now. So of course, I had to book her. So last week where it almost seemed like every touring lady of any note would be in town, she was the only one I was really interested in.
The next few weeks passed by slowly. I had been doing some travelling and I was busy with work. Still, from time to time I'd glance at her ad and dream of what might be. I saw the gentle smile and the soft look in her eyes and I thought that she might do very well in my sometime search for the ultimate GFE. I was amused to get an email from her a week before our meeting with a 'pre-confirmation' request. In an email it is difficult to combine businesslike content with a warm demeanor, but she pulled it off. The attention to detail and the conscientiousness only made her even more attractive to me.
Finally, the day came. She texted me her room number and I was cleared for takeoff. I fidgeted on the elevator ride up. I knocked softly on the door and she greeted me with a gentle kiss and hug. She offered me water and she sat on the sofa to talk.
I noticed two things right away. The first was that even though her photos left nothing to the imagination, her face was much more attractive in person. She wore makeup that was much lighter than was in the photos and I think that made the difference. The lighter makeup made her seem softer, more approachable. But the fact was, she was a beautiful young lady and she would have been beautiful with no makeup at all. She's athletic and glowed with good health and smooth, taut skin. Ah, youth.
The second thing was that I was a little surprised by her French Quebecois accent. You see, we exchanged a few emails and her English was impeccable in both grammar and diction. It felt like I was corresponding with a native English speaker, rather than one for whom English was a second language. I found her accent charming. I chose not to embarrass myself by speaking to her with my rudimentary French.
She said she would wear her favorite outfit, and she looked quite lovely. She wore a strappy black bustier and panty set and was barefoot. We chatted for a time. I talked to her about what drew her to touring in Winnipeg. We both have a more than passing interest in fitness and we talked about that at length. Her knee touched mine and she rested a hand lightly on my thigh. Even though it was a casual conversation, the contact lent a deeply erotic undertone to it. I leaned in and smelled the faint scent of freshly soaped skin. We kissed lightly. It was time to move the party to the bed. I excused myself to freshen up and returned to see Rose lounging enticingly on the bed. I stripped off my shirt and trousers in record time and joined her.
We kissed. We stroked. We went slow and we both relished it. I took the time to investigate all of the little out of the way places on her body that I'm sure most clients never give a second thought to, but which I know some ladies enjoy. We never went more than a few seconds without stroking and kissing. We chatted lightly in between kisses and she's just one of the sweetest ladies I've met in this business, relentlessly positive and complimentary. I've heard it said in more than one of her reviews that it felt like time stood still, that the world only existed for you and Rose alone on that bed. That's the way I felt, that this beautiful creature was mine and mine alone. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.
If I were to tell you in great detail about our time together, it would seem mundane, even dull. But it wasn't. The kisses, the caresses, the gently touches are deeply satisfying and yet so difficult to express in words. Of course, there were moments when things were much more.... intense. And those moments were pretty fine as well.
Much too soon, my time was up. As conscientious and prompt as she was about the start of our date, she wanted to end it on time. Fair enough. She's already very popular and I know she'd want to extend the same degree of professionalism to her next client. So I got up, got dressed, gave her a final hug and kiss and slipped quietly out her door.
But that wasn't the end of this tale. I was impressed enough to want to try and see her again before she left. I wasn't optimistic as she mentioned in her ads that she was fully booked for her last few days but very luckily for me, there was a cancellation. So I moved some of my meetings around and headed off to see her on her last day.
As I've said a few times in the past, first times are exciting. But in a lot of ways, second times are even better. And so it was with us. We were much more comfortable with each other that time. We had found in our first rendezvous that we enjoy many of the same things, and that we share much of the same approach to this business. This time, I tweaked her boundaries a tiny bit and flirted with some light kink and she seemed to love it. Interesting. I think we're going to get along very, very well. We talked about some of the things that we'd do on future dates and I'm looking forward to them. I left, sorry again that I was leaving, but happy.
Rose has much passion. She has in her horizontal endeavors to be sure, but what I also mean is that she has a passion for life and a passion for her profession. She takes her craft seriously and you can see that in her communication and the way she conducts the non-bedroom parts of her business. At times I could see the determination behind her youthful face and the will in her voice when she told me some of her tales. If there ever was a Wikipedia entry for the phrase 'mature beyond her years', Rose's picture could be in it.
So perhaps my prejudice against younger escorts is unfounded. I had forgotten that one of my longest tenured favorites and the inspiration for many of my Diaries tales was only 23 when I first saw her as a client. We've had our ups and downs to be sure, but we've stayed in touch long after her retirement from this business. Will Rose become a longtime favorite? Only time will tell. My former favorite had the advantage of living in the same city as I. And though I know Rose is currently enjoying much success in her tours to Winnipeg, my access to her is dependent in a good part on the continued interest she gets from others here as well. So we shall see.
Rose Delacourt is so good she has me shaking my head at my limiting myself to locals. Of course, there are some great local ladies. But I have to admit the local scene isn't what I could call vibrant anymore, and hasn't been for a long time. I can only wonder at the fabulous experiences that I've missed out on, by not investigating the touring ladies more thoroughly. Again, only time will tell. But now I've learned to go with the flow. And I await the next time Rose comes back to town.
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