So, I’m standing in the hallway just inside the door at The Happiest Place on Earth, reading a hand-written note on the whiteboard that says “It’s time for your beat-down”. It does very little to dissipate the feeling that I don’t belong there. I hear a shriek of terror (quite cleverly disguised as a delightful little squeal), and the furious clicking of lady-heels rushing towards me in the corridor. “Boy,” I think to myself, “someone really wants to teach me a lesson.” 
In a flash, I find myself hugbushed (an ambush hug technique I thought I had perfected). It’s been a very long time since I felt this embrace, and I’m pretty overwhelmed… but as I’m being led to the treats dispensary room, my hostess proves to be adept at keeping the elephant in the room… well, in the hallway.
I’m put in the cleaning pod (which seems to have had some modifications by Glenn Close since I was here last ), and after a quick blanching, I come out to find my hostess impatiently waiting for me. So impatient she actually comes and… let’s call it “leads”… me to the table while I'm drying.
She is, of course, Ms. Kendra Chase. “Special K”. A steady, shining beacon in the often turbulent world of professional companionship. And today, “shining” may be a bit of an understatement. Her hair has returned to high-impact black; her athletic (+++) body is amusingly wrapped in a couple of strings; her blue eyes cut, but cut kindly; and her double-barrelled dimples frame a smile that just makes you want to dance. Yes, I said dance. Even to “The Pot”.
Wasn’t worried about dancing at the moment, though, as I’m immediately channelling my inner cat as I make a beeline for the strings. In a pre-emptive move (to either keep me from destroying her outfit, or to avoid the embarrassing situation of having to explain to EMTs why she has a nekkid, humping rabbit inextricably lashed to her), she quickly ditched the wrapping.
Ms. Kendra decides that a few moments of massage are in order, and so I’m face down. I’m a little surprised at how comfortable it is, all things considered… and in retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have been. Ms. Chase has always been very easy to spend time with. I find I am as comfortable as I have been in quite a while. Which is her cue to “shake it up”. Flip, rabbit.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
The playtime is… intense. I know, I know - “no duh, rabbit”. But not just because of how @#$%ing hot she is. Or how playful. Or how energetic. See, Ms. Chase is a very smart young lady – one of the brightest you’ll find. And she does her research. So it becomes very clear in short order that today I’m getting a “designer”, customised-just-for-rabbits session. It’s more than a little humbling, to see a remarkable woman whom any fella (and most ladies) would kill to spend a little quality time with, put so much effort into pleasing you. Even the surprising, unscripted treats that we stumbled upon together seemed welcome, if for no other reason than she sees how happy they make you. There are lots of nice, pretty, sexy ladies to play with here in Edmonton, and I’m grateful for every one of them who has entertained me. But that extra effort… well, that’s what sets the Seraphim apart.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
I have seen Ms. Chase many, many times… a number far surpassing my ability to count to (I "max out" at 21... ok, ok: 20.5 )… and all of those visits have stood out. But I suspect this one may have been the best of the lot. And even though I didn’t (don’t) belong there… I sure as h-e-double hockey sticks didn’t want to leave. And this time… for probably the first time ever - she didn’t make me. (well, not for a few more hours at least ).
Sure is nice to rabbits.
Happy thumping, all!
P.S. Notice all the big-teeth smiley thingies? Been like that for DAYS guys... for DAYS.
In a flash, I find myself hugbushed (an ambush hug technique I thought I had perfected). It’s been a very long time since I felt this embrace, and I’m pretty overwhelmed… but as I’m being led to the treats dispensary room, my hostess proves to be adept at keeping the elephant in the room… well, in the hallway.
I’m put in the cleaning pod (which seems to have had some modifications by Glenn Close since I was here last
), and after a quick blanching, I come out to find my hostess impatiently waiting for me. So impatient she actually comes and… let’s call it “leads”… me to the table while I'm drying.She is, of course, Ms. Kendra Chase. “Special K”. A steady, shining beacon in the often turbulent world of professional companionship. And today, “shining” may be a bit of an understatement. Her hair has returned to high-impact black; her athletic (+++) body is amusingly wrapped in a couple of strings; her blue eyes cut, but cut kindly; and her double-barrelled dimples frame a smile that just makes you want to dance. Yes, I said dance.
Even to “The Pot”. Wasn’t worried about dancing at the moment, though, as I’m immediately channelling my inner cat as I make a beeline for the strings. In a pre-emptive move (to either keep me from destroying her outfit, or to avoid the embarrassing situation of having to explain to EMTs why she has a nekkid, humping rabbit inextricably lashed to her), she quickly ditched the wrapping.
Ms. Kendra decides that a few moments of massage are in order, and so I’m face down. I’m a little surprised at how comfortable it is, all things considered… and in retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have been. Ms. Chase has always been very easy to spend time with. I find I am as comfortable as I have been in quite a while. Which is her cue to “shake it up”. Flip, rabbit.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
The playtime is… intense. I know, I know - “no duh, rabbit”. But not just because of how @#$%ing hot she is. Or how playful. Or how energetic. See, Ms. Chase is a very smart young lady – one of the brightest you’ll find. And she does her research. So it becomes very clear in short order that today I’m getting a “designer”, customised-just-for-rabbits session. It’s more than a little humbling, to see a remarkable woman whom any fella (and most ladies) would kill to spend a little quality time with, put so much effort into pleasing you.
Even the surprising, unscripted treats that we stumbled upon together seemed welcome, if for no other reason than she sees how happy they make you. There are lots of nice, pretty, sexy ladies to play with here in Edmonton, and I’m grateful for every one of them who has entertained me. But that extra effort… well, that’s what sets the Seraphim apart. *thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
I have seen Ms. Chase many, many times… a number far surpassing my ability to count to (I "max out" at 21... ok, ok: 20.5
)… and all of those visits have stood out. But I suspect this one may have been the best of the lot. And even though I didn’t (don’t) belong there… I sure as h-e-double hockey sticks didn’t want to leave. And this time… for probably the first time ever - she didn’t make me. (well, not for a few more hours at least ).Sure is nice to rabbits.
Happy thumping, all!
P.S. Notice all the big-teeth smiley thingies? Been like that for DAYS guys... for DAYS.
