For some time now, I have been curious about the Independent Consort, Sashsa Sinclaire. It seemed that there was little information about this lady, so I didn’t know what to expect. Her pictures suggested an elegance, and touch of class rarely seen. Her self-description was consistent with her pictures and further stimulated my interest. I recently e-mailed Sasha, revealing a bit about myself and the kind of interaction that I enjoyed with a woman. She responded to my inquiry by saying that ‘you definitely sound like someone I would be interested in meeting’. I then called her and she answered with a soft, melodious and seductive voice. The conversation flowed easily, topics ranging from sexual behavior to the neurosciences. At the end of the conversation, we set a date for two weeks down the line. Ten minutes following the conversation, I had a strong impulse to call Sasha back and try to arrange an earlier meeting. I called and asked her if she was busy that night. She said that she would call me back shortly. She soon called and the date was made.
Sasha arrived at my place at 8 P.M. I left my condo to meet her at the elevator. As the elevator door opened I was met by a tall, lovely lady with straight jet black hair, attired in black elegance, contrasting with her smooth pale skin. Her facial features are strikingly pretty and angular, tempered by a gentle softness, most evident when she smiles, and what a smile – girlish, coquettish, and then mischievous and rapidly moving to seductive. As she smiles, Sasha’s dark eyes flash and sparkle, catching and holding the surrounding light as if she commanded it. I greeted Sasha and led her into my home. I had subtly infused the air with essential oils of orange and frankincense, which Sasha immediately noticed. We first moved to the dining area and toasted to our meeting with a fine Shiraz from McLaren Vale. After several minutes, Sasha asked me if I would like to sit in the living room and continue our conversation on the neurosciences as we listened to music. It then occurred to me that from our earlier phone conversation, Sasha may have understood my stated interest in getting to know a woman thoroughly, as opposed to seeking a ‘quick release’, as meaning that I tended to structure my time more with polite and interesting conversation rather than erotic encounters. Although continuing our earlier conversation would have been delightful, Sasha was at that point still unaware of my overwhelming interest and agenda. Instead of resuming our intellectual intercourse, I led her into the master bedroom for another kind.
In freeing this lovely lady of her outer attire, it was black elegance all the way down to a sumptuous, inviting, svelte body. Sasha is fully and finely crafted by nature in the most generous, but at the same time, economical of ways. Her breasts are small, and beautifully shaped. Her legs are long and slender, ending in a rounded bottom that could enliven the most pedestrian of moments. Soon after entering the bedroom, we were both liberated of all that concealed our nakedness, and then lost in the splendor of red satin sheets caressing our bodies, and then lost in the splendor of caressing one another.
At Sasha’s request, I have kept the explicit nature of the next two hours to a minimum. What can be said, is that although a mature woman, appearing to be in her late twenties, Sasha evinces a scintillating freshness, an almost bashfulness in her lovemaking. She lives her eroticism with neither affectation nor reservation. Nothing was held back and all that I hoped for was freely offered. Peaks of passion were many, as our bodies became increasingly moist in the night’s heat. Finally, breathless gasps of sweet release penetrated the silence. Following a short period of quiet embrace, a shower together to wash away the night’s passion, and return us to this world.
Sasha and I spent the last fifteen minutes drinking wine and sampling rare cheeses from the Basque region, accompanied by fresh fruit. We spoke of how it was for us during our first meeting. She commented that the sexual parts of her client meetings were typically much shorter, and that she found me a ‘pretty intense guy’. I asked her how I should be different in future meetings. She looked straight into my eyes with a wry smile, and said, ‘Don’t change a thing’.
What can be said about two-and-one-half hours with Sasha Sinclaire? My time with Sasha was special and complete, yet at the same time called me to be with her once again to seek some final resolution to my desire, while at the same time, knowing that a resolution would only lead to a renewed desire to be with Sasha yet once again. Sasha is unique and discriminating in her choice of men. Of those she chooses, only a select few are allowed into the depths of who she is, and of those, only the very few are honored by the fullness of her erotic spirit. If you are one of those invited into the deepest recesses of her secret garden, then expect to meet a woman that you will want forever, then expect to meet a woman that you will never be able, nor want to forget.
Sasha arrived at my place at 8 P.M. I left my condo to meet her at the elevator. As the elevator door opened I was met by a tall, lovely lady with straight jet black hair, attired in black elegance, contrasting with her smooth pale skin. Her facial features are strikingly pretty and angular, tempered by a gentle softness, most evident when she smiles, and what a smile – girlish, coquettish, and then mischievous and rapidly moving to seductive. As she smiles, Sasha’s dark eyes flash and sparkle, catching and holding the surrounding light as if she commanded it. I greeted Sasha and led her into my home. I had subtly infused the air with essential oils of orange and frankincense, which Sasha immediately noticed. We first moved to the dining area and toasted to our meeting with a fine Shiraz from McLaren Vale. After several minutes, Sasha asked me if I would like to sit in the living room and continue our conversation on the neurosciences as we listened to music. It then occurred to me that from our earlier phone conversation, Sasha may have understood my stated interest in getting to know a woman thoroughly, as opposed to seeking a ‘quick release’, as meaning that I tended to structure my time more with polite and interesting conversation rather than erotic encounters. Although continuing our earlier conversation would have been delightful, Sasha was at that point still unaware of my overwhelming interest and agenda. Instead of resuming our intellectual intercourse, I led her into the master bedroom for another kind.
In freeing this lovely lady of her outer attire, it was black elegance all the way down to a sumptuous, inviting, svelte body. Sasha is fully and finely crafted by nature in the most generous, but at the same time, economical of ways. Her breasts are small, and beautifully shaped. Her legs are long and slender, ending in a rounded bottom that could enliven the most pedestrian of moments. Soon after entering the bedroom, we were both liberated of all that concealed our nakedness, and then lost in the splendor of red satin sheets caressing our bodies, and then lost in the splendor of caressing one another.
At Sasha’s request, I have kept the explicit nature of the next two hours to a minimum. What can be said, is that although a mature woman, appearing to be in her late twenties, Sasha evinces a scintillating freshness, an almost bashfulness in her lovemaking. She lives her eroticism with neither affectation nor reservation. Nothing was held back and all that I hoped for was freely offered. Peaks of passion were many, as our bodies became increasingly moist in the night’s heat. Finally, breathless gasps of sweet release penetrated the silence. Following a short period of quiet embrace, a shower together to wash away the night’s passion, and return us to this world.
Sasha and I spent the last fifteen minutes drinking wine and sampling rare cheeses from the Basque region, accompanied by fresh fruit. We spoke of how it was for us during our first meeting. She commented that the sexual parts of her client meetings were typically much shorter, and that she found me a ‘pretty intense guy’. I asked her how I should be different in future meetings. She looked straight into my eyes with a wry smile, and said, ‘Don’t change a thing’.
What can be said about two-and-one-half hours with Sasha Sinclaire? My time with Sasha was special and complete, yet at the same time called me to be with her once again to seek some final resolution to my desire, while at the same time, knowing that a resolution would only lead to a renewed desire to be with Sasha yet once again. Sasha is unique and discriminating in her choice of men. Of those she chooses, only a select few are allowed into the depths of who she is, and of those, only the very few are honored by the fullness of her erotic spirit. If you are one of those invited into the deepest recesses of her secret garden, then expect to meet a woman that you will want forever, then expect to meet a woman that you will never be able, nor want to forget.
