For me, Victoria Jolie really came on to the scene in 2012. Oh, she's been active for much longer than that, and for that matter she had already been coming to Winnipeg for a few years before then. But I had held off on seeing her. She had a vaunted reputation and truth be told, I was a tiny bit intimidated by her statuesque beauty, her overwhelmingly positive reviews seemingly stretching off to the horizon, and of course her tributes, breathtaking for this scribe of modest means. I read about her through the years, and marveled at her participation in the Libero Paradiso series of super-premium events.
But I finally did meet her in 2012, and discovered that not only was she just as good as her rave reviews made her out to be, she was very much down to earth. I saw her a couple more times after that and I enjoyed seeing her very much. But time passed, and we had gotten out of touch. It wasn't until one of her email newsletters in May, when she announced her farewell tour, that I reflected on how much I really did enjoy her and how it would be nice to see her one last time. I wrote asking her whether she would be back in Winnipeg and she was noncommittal. Oh well. I still had my memories.
I saw that she returned to Winnipeg in August but as luck would have it, I was out of town at the time. I was heartened to see that there was no mention of it being a farewell tour. So when she advertised that she would be back last week I knew it was time to grab the brass ring, so to speak, and see her for what might well be a last time. I texted her and we set up a date.
The day came and I walked up to her door. I knocked gently and the door swung open. But before I could step through, her travelling companion greeted me. She has one of those tiny purse-size dogs and I knelt for a minute to pet her dog. She reveled in the attention for a minute before Victoria called her back in. As I was to find later, her dog was very well behaved indeed. I finally stepped through the door and was face to face to Victoria.
She towered over me in heels, and flashed a thousand watt smile at me before giving me a warm hug and kiss. She had her hair tied up and was wearing what I presumed was an Agent Provocateur bra, panty and garter set, and sheer stockings and stilettos gracing her Playboy Playmate-worthy body. The room was dim, the only light a few candles arrayed around the room. I felt like I was in one of the Playboy pictorials of old. We chatted very briefly and without much resistance on my part, she pulled me onto the nearby bed to cuddle fully clothed. We caught up for a very few minutes before she drew my attention to something that seemed to be prodding her in the leg. It really wasn't necessary, I was well aware already. She accused me jokingly of being overdressed for the occasion. I rectified that in short order, only pausing briefly to make sure I wasn't throwing my clothing over a lit candle or an errant dog.
Those of you who have met Victoria will know what I mean- she has an assertive, yet sensual style of kissing that catches your full attention despite also being skin to skin. It promised wild abandon and passion and I can't believe that I had forgotten about it. The rest of our time passed in a blur. I recall her improbably shapely body, the stuff of teenage centerfold dreams, impaled on me in various positions. She exhorted me in French to go faster, harder, with more passion. "Allez! Allez!" I was a sweaty tangle in no time at all. Thankfully, my gym time was paying off and we took only the shortest of breaks before she spurred me on to exceed my personal best.
One of the things I really liked about Victoria was the pillow talk and cuddling afterwards. She held me close and we talked about farewell tours postponed, about crossroads in life, about goals and dreams. We talked about life on the road and our respective travels and adventures. I relayed my fear that this would be our last time and she assured me that it wouldn't be unless I wanted it to be. So I don't know when or where, but our story will continue yet.
But I finally did meet her in 2012, and discovered that not only was she just as good as her rave reviews made her out to be, she was very much down to earth. I saw her a couple more times after that and I enjoyed seeing her very much. But time passed, and we had gotten out of touch. It wasn't until one of her email newsletters in May, when she announced her farewell tour, that I reflected on how much I really did enjoy her and how it would be nice to see her one last time. I wrote asking her whether she would be back in Winnipeg and she was noncommittal. Oh well. I still had my memories.
I saw that she returned to Winnipeg in August but as luck would have it, I was out of town at the time. I was heartened to see that there was no mention of it being a farewell tour. So when she advertised that she would be back last week I knew it was time to grab the brass ring, so to speak, and see her for what might well be a last time. I texted her and we set up a date.
The day came and I walked up to her door. I knocked gently and the door swung open. But before I could step through, her travelling companion greeted me. She has one of those tiny purse-size dogs and I knelt for a minute to pet her dog. She reveled in the attention for a minute before Victoria called her back in. As I was to find later, her dog was very well behaved indeed. I finally stepped through the door and was face to face to Victoria.
She towered over me in heels, and flashed a thousand watt smile at me before giving me a warm hug and kiss. She had her hair tied up and was wearing what I presumed was an Agent Provocateur bra, panty and garter set, and sheer stockings and stilettos gracing her Playboy Playmate-worthy body. The room was dim, the only light a few candles arrayed around the room. I felt like I was in one of the Playboy pictorials of old. We chatted very briefly and without much resistance on my part, she pulled me onto the nearby bed to cuddle fully clothed. We caught up for a very few minutes before she drew my attention to something that seemed to be prodding her in the leg. It really wasn't necessary, I was well aware already. She accused me jokingly of being overdressed for the occasion. I rectified that in short order, only pausing briefly to make sure I wasn't throwing my clothing over a lit candle or an errant dog.
Those of you who have met Victoria will know what I mean- she has an assertive, yet sensual style of kissing that catches your full attention despite also being skin to skin. It promised wild abandon and passion and I can't believe that I had forgotten about it. The rest of our time passed in a blur. I recall her improbably shapely body, the stuff of teenage centerfold dreams, impaled on me in various positions. She exhorted me in French to go faster, harder, with more passion. "Allez! Allez!" I was a sweaty tangle in no time at all. Thankfully, my gym time was paying off and we took only the shortest of breaks before she spurred me on to exceed my personal best.
One of the things I really liked about Victoria was the pillow talk and cuddling afterwards. She held me close and we talked about farewell tours postponed, about crossroads in life, about goals and dreams. We talked about life on the road and our respective travels and adventures. I relayed my fear that this would be our last time and she assured me that it wouldn't be unless I wanted it to be. So I don't know when or where, but our story will continue yet.
