Cinnamon. Nice and spicy!
Spent some time with Cinnamon last week. Easy to schedule, very accommodating young lady, and very attentive to my needs. Pictures are accurate, however she looks even better in person. Said she was moving to a better in-call locale, as that was the only down side. Overall a tasty treat that I truly enjoyed.
Add cinnamon to the spice rack
Had a dream of cinnamon last week.
It was short and sweet but that was mostly my fault (the shortness, I hadn't slept in so long.)
The pics are legit and the experience was. Entertaining.
Seniors can PM for details.
Worth the $100 for the hour in my book.
Anyone seen Irishlass / Quinn
Just have not seen her posting on BP wonder if anyone saw her recently?
Delicious Dawn's New Trick
It had been a little while since I checked in on our resident sexual wildcat. I decide a wild and frenzied dream was exactly what I was in the mood for, and she is the perfect companion when you want an extreme dream.
Dawn is still the pro provider she has always been. It is easy to locate the sleep lab, a very nice facility that just oozes both sensuality and comfort. Her appointments are ALWAYS on time and conducted with seamless precision, yet they feel iike time stops and your session stretched to infinity. I know Dawn was a smart lady, but quantum physics? How does she make it seem like the dream lasts for hours, you walked out parched and wobbling on your kneees, only to glance at the time as you pull away and find you were within 90 seconds of your scheduled mission time-she is the master at that.
As we went up the stairs to the dream lab, she was real cute and excited about a new toy she has. The look in her eyes scared me: Somehow the vision of Vihg Rhames in Pulp Fiction ball-gagged came to mind, and I turned on the staircase and started to head back out before hearing any piq squaling coming from the basement.
She slapped at my playfully,"No that kind of toy, silly." She took me by the hand and led me back to the dream chamber and introduced me to the new "gaming system" designed just to enhance the dream experience.
I am glad I didn't chicken out-one of the best damn sessions I have had in a long time as a result of Dawns new found school with some older arts of love.
Suffice it to say, that while I am normally a one pop and done guy (and that first pop can be a stubborn one) she managed to get me to pop three different ways three different times, using some of her new little tricks and tools.
There is plenty to choose from, but if you want my personal recommendation:
"Ask to have your fruit salad tossed while blind-folded." It is nothing short of a whilring dervish of lunch swirling with sensations and tastes.
TOFTT ALERT: Laceyloveyou Is One Big Yawn!
I LITERALLY had a dream about Lacey, and it was not the good, sensual kind. Yes, she is very pretty. On eye candy, she gets an easy nine, and maybe even a ten. She is extremely shy, I like girls that are clever but get gals that don't like to talk, and I am sure there are other mongers out there that have a variety of preferences on talking during a session, but I am pretty much (I think) in agreement with most that the cold dead fish is not part of anything you could call a GFE!
So, I put the Ambien down, mostly mesmerized by the beauty and hoped things in the dream would improve. Instead I got something akin of the dream you would expect if you guzzled vodka and Nyquil:
There was nothing sensual about this dream. First she wasn't even ready on time, second, the door was ajar when I arrived. I waited, gave three breaths after a knock before I rode off in the west. Just as I was about to turn, here she comes bolting out of another room where she had been hanging out. Talked about phone troubles, etc, etc, etc,
Said she needed a shower-glancing and whiffing at her I agreed, and wondered if this counted off my session, but I digress. .
Anyway, back to the dream, if you can call it this crazed experience a dream. .
She comes from the shower fresh and clean and, as I said above quite lovely. She has an incredible body, lovely eyes, long pretty hair. .
. And sadly had pretty girl disease. That is where they figure, all they have to do is show up and look pretty. No interaction, no passion, no illusion of passion, I might as well have been attempting a session with one of those Japaneese Sex dolls-without the friggin' batteries.
It gets worse. .
Only twenty minutes in, she begins a lackadasical blow job. I would call it a faux job, actually-I looked down and she was pumping and twisting her hands, spitting, and making slurping noises against the root of cock while clearly watching whatever was on tv with more interest than me.
I closed my eyes and tried to just let the physical kick in, get my nut, and leave this bad dream behind. I laid back closed my eyes, and focused on trying to climax to end the dream.
The BBBJ became softer and softer. Soon it was just a little soft tongue and butterfly kisses, then it was just this sweet spreading wetness. .
I looked down. WTF! She had fallen asleep, my cock had slid from her mouth, and she was drooling on my lap.
She barely woke when I moved her from my lap and dressed, just rolled over and snored.
I looked around from my Ambien, and it had been consumed.
WTF!
TOFFT.
Gent's unless you like dreaming about rubber sex dolls, avoid this one!
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