Teanna part 1: La femme et Lestat
Bike week is in full swing here in Volusia County, causing this bloke to expand his playground to all points south. I suppose these Hogs with their deafening exhaust notes don't bother me like they used to, but our biker friends sure do a cracking job hogging all the local talent. So one recent weekday morning I found myself sitting in a Brevard parking lot, text blasting all the locals on my short list.
Adrianna was good to go, but had no incall at the time. Bree expressed her regrets at being otherwise engaged. Ember and Rachel (on behalf of her hot little blonde houseguest Katrina) responded in the affirmative, but not until the following day. Katlyn and Ashley never responded at all. So the first and only viable date to respond that morning was the wee lass Teanna.
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Just look at those pics. I mean, you can see why I was interested, right? Long auburn hair framing those smokey eyes and cherub's cheeks. That sexy little choker. Those perky c-cups. The little denim cutoffs accentuating that adorable little tummy just so. My oh my. To be fair, there are one or two tattoos I'm pretty sure she'll regret later in life (the Jamaican Hello Kitty comes to mind), but nothing too garish. In all, a nicely packaged young lass to be sure.
So we agreed upon a half-hour visit and I made my way to her Merritt Island hotel. I arrive a bit early, affording me time to dash off a quick note on some card stationary and stuff it, along with 120 bob, into a little mint green envelope. What, you guys don't do that?
The lass herself greets me at the door with a warm hug (see, it's the small gestures). She is perhaps a dress size or two larger than her pics (what blokes here like to call "thick" I believe), and sexy af. After my approving appraisal of the lass, I take a moment to survey my surroundings. Tidy, well-kept room with the bed made and, uh oh, about a 2 out of 5 on the 420 olfactory sensor. I could honestly care less if the lass smokes pot, but the smell won't do me any favors back at the office. Oh well, nothing for it now, and I'm sure as hell not leaving without enjoying the lovely lass.
We did chat for a bit before getting to it, and her cute little Carolina accent (exactly which Carolina escapes me) and her extremely accommodating and submissive nature melted away any lingering first date jitters. She is a major sweetheart! I honestly can't recall the last time a lass made me feel that comfortable that quickly. Well, perhaps wee Allie Cutie, late of Baldwin Park, though no one else comes close.
But the deed of the date loomed large, so she brought me to attention with a pleasant BBBJ before rolling on the cover. She professed a weakness in her cowgirl game, stating a preference for mish and doggy. So of course we started off in cowgirl. I mean, now I had to know. So it turns out her cg game was just fine. I think the lass just prefers her man do the work, LOL. So we flipped to mish where I was properly mesmerized by those gyrating ta-tas and the graceful curve of her supple neck. Speaking of necks, that snug kitty of hers made me climax so hard, it was everything I could do not to sink my fangs into it. (Does anyone else hear "Cry Little Sister" playing in their head?) I think I counted five convulsive aftershocks, I came so hard.
The funny thing is, that wasn't even the best part of this story. The best part was what happened next. But the hour is late and the shadows grow long, so a two-parter it will have to be.
Cheers for now!
Teanna part 2: La femme et le chasseur
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I did think about it, and the more I thought, the more sense it made. I mean, mongers do exactly the same thing; double or triple book, then choosing their best option later, or keeping one or two on the hook as backup plans for when their primary goes dark. I suddenly began to understand the vicious cycle we've all created here, providers and mongers alike, each hedging their bets against the apparent capriciousness of the other.
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