They say that winter is the cruelest season in Winnipeg. It's hard to argue that point, its bitter cold, the treacherous driving, the perpetual darkness that winter brings. But something can be said as well for the late fall as it starts to get dark earlier and earlier. The recent spate of dark, dreary, dismal weather had taken its toll on me. I'd felt glum, for days on end. While there was no risk to my body from the weather, my spirits were not faring quite so well.
It has been so long since I've seen anyone new that I had actually forgotten the uplifting power of the intimate company of an attractive stranger. This last weekend when the skies cleared, and glorious sunshine and blessed warmth spilled everywhere, my spirits lifted enough for me to remember that. I made some tentative inquiries about my old favorites and I quickly discovered that the local landscape had changed dramatically in the last year or so. Most of them had gone, vanished, scattered to the four winds. And the very few I managed to contact wouldn't be available for some time.
I looked in the usual places. And I saw ad after ad for visiting ladies. I really can't say that there's anything wrong with these travelling ladies, for I tend to see the ladies where I travel as well. But it's just that I've always preferred to see locals. I read a recent review for the local Vanessa and I was intrigued. Hmmm. Blonde. Overwhelmingly busty. By all accounts, intelligent and likely to be able to hold an adult conversation. And best of all, she was local. I emailed her (her primary method of initial contact) very early one morning, introducing myself and asking a few questions. I commented that it was likely too late to book her for that day, as she was undoubtedly already committed.
To my amazement, she responded quickly, despite the early hour. In another amazing twist of fate, she was actually free that day, and she was clearly enthusiastic about the possibility of meeting. I proposed a time and duration, and she agreed. We had a date.
My luck was looking up. I turned away from my computer with a smile, and went about my day.
Later that day, I arrived at her incall. It was an older apartment building in an established neighborhood. She let me in. We exchanged greetings, and I looked around. Her place was clean and stylishly decorated. She was pretty stylish too. Not to mention pretty. She had a pretty face, long blonde hair, and a brilliant white smile ringed by bright fuchsia lipstick. I glanced down and I couldn't possibly miss her bust. She had easily the largest breasts, natural or otherwise, of any escort I've ever seen. She advertises as a 38H and I believe it. She had slim and shapely legs and they served to only accentuate her bust even more. Yes, I'd seen her photos, and I can tell you that they are quite accurate. She watched, smiling, as I looked her over. My mouth probably dropped open. I think she quite enjoyed the effect she had on me. Now, I like breasts as much as the next guy, but they have never been objects of fetish for me. I could see Vanessa changing that.
We both knew why we were there, but there was no hurry. She offered me a drink and we sat on her sofa and chatted lightly. The reports I'd read were accurate, she's bright and I felt that she could likely have held her own in any conversation that we were likely to have. She was very sweet.
Eventually we leaned in for a kiss. Just before I came close, she considerately offered to remove her lipstick first. I whispered in her ear, to the effect that I was looking forward to seeing that lipstick on me later. Without using a mirror. She smiled broadly and chuckled, and I leaned in and kissed her. She's a good kisser. I stroked her long hair and fondled the curve of her back as our tongues sparred lightly, echoing the light conversation that we just had. I had to excuse myself and freshen up. She took off the light dress that she was wearing to uncover lacy black lingerie that emphasized her breasts even more. "Just something to make you hurry back." Oh, that wasn't going to be a problem.
I returned, and she led me into the bedroom. She asked if I wanted the lacy lingerie she was wearing on or off. I'm a purist. I prefer the feel of skin on skin more than the sight of anything that she could wear, but I appreciated the consideration. We both stripped to the skin and tumbled onto the bed, kissing. It wasn't long until before she explained that she really enjoyed giving oral and rather quickly moved down. This time, she didn't ask first and I was a-okay with that. She was very very good. I would have been happy to finish that way, but we both wanted to move on. We tried a variety of positions, chatting in between. Eventually things wound down and we got out of bed. She definitely isn't a clock watcher. In fact, there was no clock to be seen in her bedroom. I looked at my watch and we'd gone over by perhaps 15 minutes over the hour, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world. We chatted a little more, kissed our goodbyes and I slipped out her door. I left with a smile. Those fall blues were behind me, for now.
There is much to recommend Vanessa on. She's got a very pretty face, and those bounteous natural breasts are sure to be a huge draw for some. But for me, what I remember most was her intelligent conversation, her sweet demeanor, and her palpable desire to do well in this endeavor and to please. When we were getting dressed, she hinted at more esoteric interests, but I couldn't draw her out to explain. She just smiled. I guess that I'll have to explore them when I come back, and that's a sure bet.
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It has been so long since I've seen anyone new that I had actually forgotten the uplifting power of the intimate company of an attractive stranger. This last weekend when the skies cleared, and glorious sunshine and blessed warmth spilled everywhere, my spirits lifted enough for me to remember that. I made some tentative inquiries about my old favorites and I quickly discovered that the local landscape had changed dramatically in the last year or so. Most of them had gone, vanished, scattered to the four winds. And the very few I managed to contact wouldn't be available for some time.
I looked in the usual places. And I saw ad after ad for visiting ladies. I really can't say that there's anything wrong with these travelling ladies, for I tend to see the ladies where I travel as well. But it's just that I've always preferred to see locals. I read a recent review for the local Vanessa and I was intrigued. Hmmm. Blonde. Overwhelmingly busty. By all accounts, intelligent and likely to be able to hold an adult conversation. And best of all, she was local. I emailed her (her primary method of initial contact) very early one morning, introducing myself and asking a few questions. I commented that it was likely too late to book her for that day, as she was undoubtedly already committed.
To my amazement, she responded quickly, despite the early hour. In another amazing twist of fate, she was actually free that day, and she was clearly enthusiastic about the possibility of meeting. I proposed a time and duration, and she agreed. We had a date.
My luck was looking up. I turned away from my computer with a smile, and went about my day.
Later that day, I arrived at her incall. It was an older apartment building in an established neighborhood. She let me in. We exchanged greetings, and I looked around. Her place was clean and stylishly decorated. She was pretty stylish too. Not to mention pretty. She had a pretty face, long blonde hair, and a brilliant white smile ringed by bright fuchsia lipstick. I glanced down and I couldn't possibly miss her bust. She had easily the largest breasts, natural or otherwise, of any escort I've ever seen. She advertises as a 38H and I believe it. She had slim and shapely legs and they served to only accentuate her bust even more. Yes, I'd seen her photos, and I can tell you that they are quite accurate. She watched, smiling, as I looked her over. My mouth probably dropped open. I think she quite enjoyed the effect she had on me. Now, I like breasts as much as the next guy, but they have never been objects of fetish for me. I could see Vanessa changing that.
We both knew why we were there, but there was no hurry. She offered me a drink and we sat on her sofa and chatted lightly. The reports I'd read were accurate, she's bright and I felt that she could likely have held her own in any conversation that we were likely to have. She was very sweet.
Eventually we leaned in for a kiss. Just before I came close, she considerately offered to remove her lipstick first. I whispered in her ear, to the effect that I was looking forward to seeing that lipstick on me later. Without using a mirror. She smiled broadly and chuckled, and I leaned in and kissed her. She's a good kisser. I stroked her long hair and fondled the curve of her back as our tongues sparred lightly, echoing the light conversation that we just had. I had to excuse myself and freshen up. She took off the light dress that she was wearing to uncover lacy black lingerie that emphasized her breasts even more. "Just something to make you hurry back." Oh, that wasn't going to be a problem.
I returned, and she led me into the bedroom. She asked if I wanted the lacy lingerie she was wearing on or off. I'm a purist. I prefer the feel of skin on skin more than the sight of anything that she could wear, but I appreciated the consideration. We both stripped to the skin and tumbled onto the bed, kissing. It wasn't long until before she explained that she really enjoyed giving oral and rather quickly moved down. This time, she didn't ask first and I was a-okay with that. She was very very good. I would have been happy to finish that way, but we both wanted to move on. We tried a variety of positions, chatting in between. Eventually things wound down and we got out of bed. She definitely isn't a clock watcher. In fact, there was no clock to be seen in her bedroom. I looked at my watch and we'd gone over by perhaps 15 minutes over the hour, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world. We chatted a little more, kissed our goodbyes and I slipped out her door. I left with a smile. Those fall blues were behind me, for now.
There is much to recommend Vanessa on. She's got a very pretty face, and those bounteous natural breasts are sure to be a huge draw for some. But for me, what I remember most was her intelligent conversation, her sweet demeanor, and her palpable desire to do well in this endeavor and to please. When we were getting dressed, she hinted at more esoteric interests, but I couldn't draw her out to explain. She just smiled. I guess that I'll have to explore them when I come back, and that's a sure bet.
http://winnipeg.backpage.com/Female...-well-reviewed-back-by-popular-demand/2626722
