I have lasciviously been watching that gorgeous bottom since Tamara first posted it :shock: and I could wait no longer. Today was to be the day that I had to see it for myself in the flesh :twisted: .
There are times in life when personal experiences fail to live up to the weight of expectation. Classic examples include New Years Eve and the “first time”. We build it up and build it up until it can do nothing else but disappoint .
Such were my fears and anxieties today as I tentatively knocked on the door of Tamara’s luxury apartment.
Her photos show a smooth skinned, long legged, very busty attractive red head, who is obviously built for speed not comfort. So why the anxiety?
[Side Bar your honour: I recently had a wonderful experience with a lady whose photos, just like Tamara’s, showed the bottom half of her face (unfortunately the more attractive ½ and when added to the top half was quite disconcerting). She was not at all what I expected but the experience was great all the same (may tell you about it another day).] Perhaps that was the source of my trepidation. Fear of being disappointed or of feeling a little shaken.
I searched the net for word of her service. Not a bad word spoken of her anywhere. Nothing ... I mean nothing … at all. Not a good word either. No reviews my Reviewiend! How can that be? Why? Is she not beautiful? Is she not lithe and athletic? Is the experience so bad that no one will ever book, or if they do they refuse to talk about it? Who can know?
Bugger it – if only to touch and kiss those amazing cheeks. ½ for $140? I’m on my way.
So that is how I found myself outside her door feeling nervous and more than a little worried :? .
As she approached the door the sound of the clip clop of her heels on the tiles grew and with it my means of escape rapidly evaporated.
The door slowly glided open to reveal a wonderful, luxury apartment, darkened but eerily (or romantically – depending on the number of x chromosomes you possess) bathed in candlelight.
In the dark I spied Tamara looking very tall. As my eyes adjusted to the dark it dawned on me that Tamara is a lovely looking lady – a very lovely looking lady.
I had to take a few moments to gather myself because Tamara was in fact sensational looking :shock: . Wow! I’ll pay $140 for this any day (the thought flies in one side of my brain and quickly departs without stopping – “how can others less gifted charge so much more” – another discussion for another day).
Tamara is tall. Very tall. In fact she was wearing heals which allowed her an unobstructed view of the greying follicles on top of my head. The heels give her calf an athletic shape and that bottom a more perfect look (if that is possible). I recall thinking to myself that those legs were so long that this is what they mean when they say their legs goon forever. I would not have been surprised if perhaps Jack had descended any moment clutching a magical singing harp with a Giant in hot pursuit.
Her shape is extremely womanly, D bust, small waist, well rounded hips. Yes mp.net, I am taken with her looks. Can you tell?
Pleasantries exchanged and into the shower. As I prepared I asked Tamara what she felt uncomfortable with and was told no DATY, no kissing on the lips, no greek, no bbbj. No problem.
First course: Massage and body slide. Let me skip to the end of this entree to relieve the suspense … WOW!!! The BEST Reviewontal body slide I’ve EVER had. Really knows how to use those sensational breasts (one of which has a pierced nipple).
Mains: “Which position would you prefer?” I love it when they are considerate enough to ask that. Don’t you? Cowgirl to start with lots of nipple play and exploring. Then over to doggie to (yes, you guessed it) watch that perfect anatomical gift in action – I also noticed just how good her figure is. I could almost encircle her waist with my hands even though I tried (bizarre that that was what I was thinking about at that exact moment though – I still can’t explain it). Then finished with missionary.
My only concern in the entire booking was that perhaps Tamara wasn’t quite with me on an emotional/mental plane. But in this instance I have no problems with her absence – if that was the case.
She washed my back and we talked and she expressed her slight embarrassment and disappointment that no one had posted a review as yet so I assured her that I would.
So come on guys – she says she’s busy and advertising on the net works for her but where are the reviews?
So all in all – this was NOT one of those times in life when personal experiences fail to live up to the weight of expectation.
Yes Governor, I'll Be Back!
There are times in life when personal experiences fail to live up to the weight of expectation. Classic examples include New Years Eve and the “first time”. We build it up and build it up until it can do nothing else but disappoint .
Such were my fears and anxieties today as I tentatively knocked on the door of Tamara’s luxury apartment.
Her photos show a smooth skinned, long legged, very busty attractive red head, who is obviously built for speed not comfort. So why the anxiety?
[Side Bar your honour: I recently had a wonderful experience with a lady whose photos, just like Tamara’s, showed the bottom half of her face (unfortunately the more attractive ½ and when added to the top half was quite disconcerting). She was not at all what I expected but the experience was great all the same (may tell you about it another day).] Perhaps that was the source of my trepidation. Fear of being disappointed or of feeling a little shaken.
I searched the net for word of her service. Not a bad word spoken of her anywhere. Nothing ... I mean nothing … at all. Not a good word either. No reviews my Reviewiend! How can that be? Why? Is she not beautiful? Is she not lithe and athletic? Is the experience so bad that no one will ever book, or if they do they refuse to talk about it? Who can know?
Bugger it – if only to touch and kiss those amazing cheeks. ½ for $140? I’m on my way.
So that is how I found myself outside her door feeling nervous and more than a little worried :? .
As she approached the door the sound of the clip clop of her heels on the tiles grew and with it my means of escape rapidly evaporated.
The door slowly glided open to reveal a wonderful, luxury apartment, darkened but eerily (or romantically – depending on the number of x chromosomes you possess) bathed in candlelight.
In the dark I spied Tamara looking very tall. As my eyes adjusted to the dark it dawned on me that Tamara is a lovely looking lady – a very lovely looking lady.
I had to take a few moments to gather myself because Tamara was in fact sensational looking :shock: . Wow! I’ll pay $140 for this any day (the thought flies in one side of my brain and quickly departs without stopping – “how can others less gifted charge so much more” – another discussion for another day).
Tamara is tall. Very tall. In fact she was wearing heals which allowed her an unobstructed view of the greying follicles on top of my head. The heels give her calf an athletic shape and that bottom a more perfect look (if that is possible). I recall thinking to myself that those legs were so long that this is what they mean when they say their legs goon forever. I would not have been surprised if perhaps Jack had descended any moment clutching a magical singing harp with a Giant in hot pursuit.
Her shape is extremely womanly, D bust, small waist, well rounded hips. Yes mp.net, I am taken with her looks. Can you tell?
Pleasantries exchanged and into the shower. As I prepared I asked Tamara what she felt uncomfortable with and was told no DATY, no kissing on the lips, no greek, no bbbj. No problem.
First course: Massage and body slide. Let me skip to the end of this entree to relieve the suspense … WOW!!! The BEST Reviewontal body slide I’ve EVER had. Really knows how to use those sensational breasts (one of which has a pierced nipple).
Mains: “Which position would you prefer?” I love it when they are considerate enough to ask that. Don’t you? Cowgirl to start with lots of nipple play and exploring. Then over to doggie to (yes, you guessed it) watch that perfect anatomical gift in action – I also noticed just how good her figure is. I could almost encircle her waist with my hands even though I tried (bizarre that that was what I was thinking about at that exact moment though – I still can’t explain it). Then finished with missionary.
My only concern in the entire booking was that perhaps Tamara wasn’t quite with me on an emotional/mental plane. But in this instance I have no problems with her absence – if that was the case.
She washed my back and we talked and she expressed her slight embarrassment and disappointment that no one had posted a review as yet so I assured her that I would.
So come on guys – she says she’s busy and advertising on the net works for her but where are the reviews?
So all in all – this was NOT one of those times in life when personal experiences fail to live up to the weight of expectation.
Yes Governor, I'll Be Back!