I stepped into the cold night air. I had just seen Savannah for the first time. I felt the cool, damp breeze on my cheeks and the dun-colored slush beneath my boots in the dingy, dark alleyway. But I'm getting ahead of myself..
I don't see many new women these days, as I usually prefer to see a single favorite. I went on a bit of a binge last year and saw some of the finest the city had to offer. I found many wonderful SPs to fill pretty much every mood and occasion, including a special favorite. I had been more than content to see her for quite a while, but she's now unavailable to me, perhaps indefinitely. I had also just gone through a challenging period both professionally and personally and was physically and mentally tired. I was in a rut, and not just with rutting. So what does a pooner do when he's in the doldrums? Well, I called Savannah.
Savannah has had many outstanding reviews here, including a few very recently. So when I decided that I was going to try someone new, she was at the top of a very short list. I sent her an introductory e-mail, which led to a phone call. Her voice was sweet and she was relaxed. In just a few minutes we had managed to put ourselves both at ease, and I booked an appointment. I found that I was really looking forward to meeting her, and hoped that she would be looking forward to meeting me as well.
I arrived at her downtown incall and knocked softly on her door. She opened it to reveal.. an absolute firecracker of a petite lady. She wore a pink satin robe open at the front to reveal a sheer corselette that barely contained her not-to-be-missed, can't-hardly-avoid-'em breasts. I couldn't recall the last time that I had seen a woman who was so overtly and in-your-face sexually aggressive looking. In spite of that, we chatted for a moment and she gushed over how handsome she thought I was. I could only smile and remark back how pretty she was. It was dark and it was difficult to tell exactly what color they were, but I thought that her greyish eyes behind thick dark lashes were captivating.
I broke my glance to look around. Her apartment was impeccably maintained and tastefully decorated- she has a good eye for proportion and color. It was a distinct contrast to her aggressive persona and intrigued me. She offered me the choice of either chatting for a moment or getting down to the matter at hand.. and then leaned in for a kiss, making it instantly clear what her preference would be with me. And who was I to argue with the lady?
She led me to the fun room. It too was tastefully decorated, this time with a shoji screen and futon lending a distinct asian flair. The starkness of the room's furnishings only emphasized the vivacious Savannah, who was already pulling me closer and demanding my full attention. Enough of this decorating nonsense and pay attention to me, she seemed to say.
If I had to describe her with a single word, it would be passionate. Savannah is a woman of strong passions and made it abundantly clear that I appealed to her. And she appealed to me. It was a remarkable time. She was very skilled and made me feel skilled as well. We made good dance partners.
We chatted for a while afterward. She's educated and was a pleasure to talk to, being equally passionate about her outside interests. Our time together was much too short and I think that it might be interesting to explore that combination of cerebral culture and visceral pleasure further sometime.
I stepped into the cold night air. I felt the cool, damp breeze on my cheeks and the dun-colored slush beneath my boots in the dingy, dark alleyway and I smiled. As I walked to my car, I realized that tomorrow was going to be another day. A better day.
I don't see many new women these days, as I usually prefer to see a single favorite. I went on a bit of a binge last year and saw some of the finest the city had to offer. I found many wonderful SPs to fill pretty much every mood and occasion, including a special favorite. I had been more than content to see her for quite a while, but she's now unavailable to me, perhaps indefinitely. I had also just gone through a challenging period both professionally and personally and was physically and mentally tired. I was in a rut, and not just with rutting. So what does a pooner do when he's in the doldrums? Well, I called Savannah.
Savannah has had many outstanding reviews here, including a few very recently. So when I decided that I was going to try someone new, she was at the top of a very short list. I sent her an introductory e-mail, which led to a phone call. Her voice was sweet and she was relaxed. In just a few minutes we had managed to put ourselves both at ease, and I booked an appointment. I found that I was really looking forward to meeting her, and hoped that she would be looking forward to meeting me as well.
I arrived at her downtown incall and knocked softly on her door. She opened it to reveal.. an absolute firecracker of a petite lady. She wore a pink satin robe open at the front to reveal a sheer corselette that barely contained her not-to-be-missed, can't-hardly-avoid-'em breasts. I couldn't recall the last time that I had seen a woman who was so overtly and in-your-face sexually aggressive looking. In spite of that, we chatted for a moment and she gushed over how handsome she thought I was. I could only smile and remark back how pretty she was. It was dark and it was difficult to tell exactly what color they were, but I thought that her greyish eyes behind thick dark lashes were captivating.
I broke my glance to look around. Her apartment was impeccably maintained and tastefully decorated- she has a good eye for proportion and color. It was a distinct contrast to her aggressive persona and intrigued me. She offered me the choice of either chatting for a moment or getting down to the matter at hand.. and then leaned in for a kiss, making it instantly clear what her preference would be with me. And who was I to argue with the lady?
She led me to the fun room. It too was tastefully decorated, this time with a shoji screen and futon lending a distinct asian flair. The starkness of the room's furnishings only emphasized the vivacious Savannah, who was already pulling me closer and demanding my full attention. Enough of this decorating nonsense and pay attention to me, she seemed to say.
If I had to describe her with a single word, it would be passionate. Savannah is a woman of strong passions and made it abundantly clear that I appealed to her. And she appealed to me. It was a remarkable time. She was very skilled and made me feel skilled as well. We made good dance partners.
We chatted for a while afterward. She's educated and was a pleasure to talk to, being equally passionate about her outside interests. Our time together was much too short and I think that it might be interesting to explore that combination of cerebral culture and visceral pleasure further sometime.
I stepped into the cold night air. I felt the cool, damp breeze on my cheeks and the dun-colored slush beneath my boots in the dingy, dark alleyway and I smiled. As I walked to my car, I realized that tomorrow was going to be another day. A better day.
