So, it’s getting so bad that I’ve found myself calling Supreme just to have the receptionist tell me who’s working (at one point I even stooped to having her slowly describe what Ms. Lilith was wearing 
)… bunny needed some sugar. Thought it was time to try someone and some place new, so I made an appointment to see Shawnacy at Jailey’s, and made the long trek down to the south side.
I get there, and am greeted by a statuesque Nubian lovely – when I tell her that I’m here to see Shawnacy, the lady tells me she’ll meet me in room 1, spins, and ducks back into the room she came out of.
Only, I don’t know where room 1 is. So I pretty much just sit there.
Ms. Shawnacy comes out of the lounge shortly, however, and rescues me. She’s a little thing with nice lady curves (wonderfully soft ones, I would come to find out). I’d say her pictures are accurate (except the hair, which is shorter and blonder); I’d also say she’s quite pretty. That’s never a bad thing.
Ms. Shawnacy makes a little conversation as she leads me down a long hallway, and eventually we make it into what looked like a classroom. With a massage table. And a shower. Don’t remember many of those from my school days, but it’s been quite a while, I confess, and maybe they do things differently now…. According to the chalk board, Ms. Dare had been the previous instructor, and just as I began to wonder what my lesson plan would be, my eyes fall to the desks that were sitting there. I looked at the desks… then to Ms. Shawnacy… then at the desks… then to Ms. Shawnacy again… and, despite her obviously being quite bright, started to think she needed some remedial lessons in geometry herself…. Thankfully, she didn’t try to get me into one (or perhaps she didn’t have a crowbar lying around), and just showed me to the shower before ducking out for a few minutes.
When she returned, Ms. Shawnacy explained how she likes to run her sessions, and even offered me her “special”, which was mighty kind of her. Not one for making decisions, I figured I’d just let her do “her thing”, and see how that would turn out for me.
So, “her thing” starts with a pretty full-body massage and some chit chat – quite pleasant, but a little bit “tickly” on the hind paws for full relaxation. Then, we migrated to an extended massage session for her (I altered her plan here slightly, though… she said she prefers to leave her undergarments on, but I had a bit of a tantrum, and she gave up on that). The chatting seemed to fall off, though, and it… well… it actually started to feel a little… “clinical”?... and pretty uncomfortable. She was very polite, and kind, and courteous… but there was very little in the way of feigned affection, and I started to get the distinct impression that she wasn’t very happy to be *playing* with me. In fact, there was a point where I almost decided to let the poor girl off the hook, and just call it quits.
I’m glad I didn’t, though. We eventually got to the naughtier pastimes, and she is quite skilled at that. I actually had to ask her to stop and suggested that she “pastime” herself for a while, which didn’t do much to resolve the problem because it was a very sexy thing to see. Shortly thereafter, the festivities came to a pleasant conclusion.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
We cleaned, and the friendly chat returned, and all wound up well.
Ms. Shawnacy is an interesting, kind, lovely, professional, and generous young lady (both with her time, and her “thank you” expectations) – I’m sure she’ll be a very successful local companion, among other things. I’m still not convinced she wants to do any of it in the lap of a rabbit, though….
Happy thumping, all!
)… bunny needed some sugar. Thought it was time to try someone and some place new, so I made an appointment to see Shawnacy at Jailey’s, and made the long trek down to the south side.I get there, and am greeted by a statuesque Nubian lovely – when I tell her that I’m here to see Shawnacy, the lady tells me she’ll meet me in room 1, spins, and ducks back into the room she came out of.
Only, I don’t know where room 1 is. So I pretty much just sit there.
Ms. Shawnacy comes out of the lounge shortly, however, and rescues me. She’s a little thing with nice lady curves (wonderfully soft ones, I would come to find out). I’d say her pictures are accurate (except the hair, which is shorter and blonder); I’d also say she’s quite pretty. That’s never a bad thing.
Ms. Shawnacy makes a little conversation as she leads me down a long hallway, and eventually we make it into what looked like a classroom. With a massage table. And a shower. Don’t remember many of those from my school days, but it’s been quite a while, I confess, and maybe they do things differently now…. According to the chalk board, Ms. Dare had been the previous instructor, and just as I began to wonder what my lesson plan would be, my eyes fall to the desks that were sitting there. I looked at the desks… then to Ms. Shawnacy… then at the desks… then to Ms. Shawnacy again… and, despite her obviously being quite bright, started to think she needed some remedial lessons in geometry herself…. Thankfully, she didn’t try to get me into one (or perhaps she didn’t have a crowbar lying around), and just showed me to the shower before ducking out for a few minutes.
When she returned, Ms. Shawnacy explained how she likes to run her sessions, and even offered me her “special”, which was mighty kind of her. Not one for making decisions, I figured I’d just let her do “her thing”, and see how that would turn out for me.
So, “her thing” starts with a pretty full-body massage and some chit chat – quite pleasant, but a little bit “tickly” on the hind paws for full relaxation. Then, we migrated to an extended massage session for her (I altered her plan here slightly, though… she said she prefers to leave her undergarments on, but I had a bit of a tantrum, and she gave up on that). The chatting seemed to fall off, though, and it… well… it actually started to feel a little… “clinical”?... and pretty uncomfortable. She was very polite, and kind, and courteous… but there was very little in the way of feigned affection, and I started to get the distinct impression that she wasn’t very happy to be *playing* with me. In fact, there was a point where I almost decided to let the poor girl off the hook, and just call it quits.
I’m glad I didn’t, though. We eventually got to the naughtier pastimes, and she is quite skilled at that. I actually had to ask her to stop and suggested that she “pastime” herself for a while, which didn’t do much to resolve the problem because it was a very sexy thing to see.
Shortly thereafter, the festivities came to a pleasant conclusion. *thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
We cleaned, and the friendly chat returned, and all wound up well.
Ms. Shawnacy is an interesting, kind, lovely, professional, and generous young lady (both with her time, and her “thank you” expectations) – I’m sure she’ll be a very successful local companion, among other things. I’m still not convinced she wants to do any of it in the lap of a rabbit, though….
Happy thumping, all!
