I'm going back to Dallas, hmm I don't think so
If I told you that I had the worst experience in recent memory, it would not be an understatement. To quote the great Jon Bon Jovi, shot through the heart, and you're to blame. Darling you give mediocrity a bad name.
I mean, let's be honest. It is now clear that the Cowboys are not the only thing named Dallas to disappoint. This lady called Dallas was so hideously egregious that she makes JR Ewing look like Yoda.
All of the warning signs were there during the cold, dead hand conversation that we had, but little head outvoted bigger head, and I gave it a shot anyway. Welcome to Dallas.
And despite it all, she is actually a favorable looking lady, not really the lady in the pictures on her ad, but still kind of cute, and she does have a sexy, vanilla ass.
Her boobs are also a handful of joy to caress and lick; one of the few things I actually got a yes on.
But while I was smooching on her vanilla boobs like a drunk Dracula nibbling on the jugular, I looked up out of the corner of my eye and this chick had a mean-mug, stone-faced, lifeless look going on that was so bad that it almost seemed like she could stare at the sun and drop it about 50 degrees.
And talk about Miss Personality, her demeanor seemed like a Vietnam, swift-boat pit-bull that had been beaten like a government mule and then fed gunpowder sandwiches. It was like rubbing up next to a tombstone, like cuddling with Mr. Spock, not based on her looks, but based on her disposition.
She wasn't incapable. She was just spitefully unwilling, cold and very unresponsive.
About 5 minutes into it, she was already complaining about how it was taking too long and not worth it. Then she began throwing more flags than a NFL referee.
She wouldn't let me daty. There was no BBBJ, although her CBJ was not bad. She wouldn't let me touch her feet and legs. She checked out with no real intentions of ever checking in.
To quote the great Prince Rogers Nelson: I knew a girl named Dallas I guess you could say she was a sex fiend. I thought she was an eager young lady but all she was is just crappy and mean!
Hey, Dallas gave me a hard time, so now I am giving her a hard time. As much as l enjoy doing the good reviews, I also love to dissect the bad ones.
So if you decide to see her, my advice is; you had better be able to free the tadpoles rather quickly.
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More on the almighty Memphis Red
[QUOTE=MemphisTenn;2857674]I've tried a few times to contact her via text, and haven't gotten a response. I even let her know I had several girls who could vouch for me, and even named my go to for her to contact if she'd like.
Still no response.
I'd normally just have given up after 3 attempts, but due to all the attention she's gotten on this board, I'm sure she's just being cautious, and I certainly don't blame her. Maybe when I make it to senior member status she will still be around. Also, maybe she just has plenty of money and doesn't need mine!
Good luck to you with getting a response.[/QUOTE]It took me a few times to finally meet my friend Queen as well. I was just about to call it a night when she finally responded, and the rest is history.
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The lost art form of cupping the balls
There are times in life when one is long past their prime and the bulk of the best days of their life when serendipity steps in and allows us to cross paths with a really good, nostalgic experience.
I have had more than one recently, and I just had another with a lady called Sparkles Rain. Welcome to the cupping of the balls.
As we all know, a CBJ is good, a BBBJ is better, a cim is phenomenal, and a cupping of the balls is a rare treat that is priceless when done correctly. My ex-girlfriend used to give me the old, Baoding / Chinese ball treatment all of the time, and it was awesome then, and it is awesome now.
So in a totally unexpected move, Sparkles decided to use her hand like a catcher's mitt safely tucking away two of my best balls. It felt so electrically charged that I almost blew a circuit, and I asked her to do it again.
So as she continued to stroke and caress Jack and John (ball 1 and ball 2), the shivers raced up my spine and down my lower back through my hamstrings.
It sent a tingling sensation up my neck that made the hairs on head jump. Every ounce of stress that I had accumulated was massaged away almost in hypnotic fashion. I was that close to la-la land and sheep counting.
After that she took a nod from the rapper little Wayne and "lick, lick, licked me like lollipop. She's so good, she likes to lick the wrapper," like sucking the stripes off of a peppermint candy cane, swelteringly licking away an ice cream cone like climate change, stripping the bark off of a tree like an F5 tornado.
I also took the time to pound Sparkles in her glory hole until the clapping sound of thrusting moisture and deep impact filled the room.
I ended the night by unleashing an uncovered Milky Way so deeply into parts of the mouth that only a toothbrush would have knowledge of it.
Yes, it was a good night!
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