Prelude
After an agonizing series of relationships in the last year and more, I called it quits a few weeks back after the veritable coup de gras. Dating a psychiatrist ended up being a half-hearted, inept move. It seems one can only take “And how did that make you feel?” so many times. Who knew?
It seems three weeks is my breaking point or the threshold where I need human touch. I woke up this morning on an unexpected day off and my blood was coursing through my veins, the perspiration spread on my brow, my thighs quivered, and my soul cried out “I need to get laid”. Who am I to say no to my soul? Saying no to that bastard – well I tell you, I never hear the end of it when I have the gumption to commit such a mortal sin.
I hadn’t been on terb in quite some time and decided to peek inside for some juicy insight as to which telephone number to ring a ding. My frame of reference was coming up short as it seems virtually everyone I once knew has fled the scene. Savannha, Shauna, Spice, Victoria, Callista, and so many other fascinating minxes moved onwards and upwards and out of the lives of the terbites that once worshipped them (if only for an hour). Others, like Mariah, were already busy (likely with one or more of all of you), and I was without a clue as to where to go next.
Pink Sugar
Having known Jolee from my aimlessly horny past, I saw her name was attached to the new agency Pink Sugar. The playful name of the agency melted on the tongue and placated my nerves which I tend to get when calling someone for the first time. My tension was allayed by a welcoming presence on the phone. My mind wandered as I listened to the amiable, melodious tones of the woman on the other end of the phone. I believe her name was Hannah and I envision a blonde Nordic beauty with legs that go on forever. But I digress.
Hannah was abundantly helpful in setting up an appointment later in the day with Breanna. Of course, I had to spend the afternoon laying in wait, but that’s my own impatient fault, innit? She provided directions and ensured the authenticity of my request by asking me to call when I loomed close to the building in that special region of Kitchener that so many sps have set up shop over the years.
I’d like to say I did something productive with the ensuing few hours of hormone charged anticipation, but I’d be fibbing if I made that claim. I primped and I preened and wandered off with a skip in my step and a yearning in my heart…and my loins.
Breanna
Breanna Taylor’s name is the perfected medley of playful and considerate, sultry and sweet, young and wise. When I set my eyes on her for the first time as she welcomed me at the door of their meticulously decorated in call, I was infinitely glad I made the appointment.
Breanna sports some fabulous curves in a package that left me figuratively drooling (I hope not literally…I hate when I do that). She isn’t petite, nor is she "voluptuous" in the traditional sense, and holds the shape of the ‘girl next door’. Her lips proved to be inviting and, once invited, proved to be satin soft and pliant to my hungry lips. Her eyes are radiant, yet her gaze is careful, and those pools of light inspire wistful pangs of desire at least within me.
Breanna provided a shower so I could prepare myself for the ensuing hour and I took her up on it as I had been out in the warm, spring sun. She eagerly awaited my return and pounced on me fairly quickly when I did. Breanna seems to enjoy many of the menu items found in the industry, but she has a penchant for DFK. I believe I could spend an entire hour kissing this minx. I’ve done it before with others and I’ll likely do it again.
Today sixty minutes of kissing would not have sated my voracious appetite. And she knew it too. She’s wily, witty, and wise beyond her years in so many passionate ways. Breanna proceeded to tease my entire body over and over again. Breanna is a self confessed ‘tease’. Perhaps she knew that my body responds to such sublime torture. One way or another, she engaged in some of the best oral sex I’ve ever been undyingly fortunate to enjoy. While I hope that I gave her ‘just desserts’, I won’t go into any further detail lest this entire review will be brimming with acronyms.
She truly did ‘own me’ as she mused part way through our hour. I inwardly giggled at her choice of words to explain the stupid expression on my face. Breanna captured my hellbent attention for the entire hour and held it in a way I hadn’t thought possible for a very long time. If there is an afterlife, the dead are likely gazing down upon us busting a gut about the expressions that twist our faces during sex. I know I will be.
In the aftermath, Breanna proved to be a considerate and informed conversationalist. Lying naked in bed, one would think she – or I - would feel awkward talking on such a heart to heart level. I was touched that she spent that time with me. Thanks Bree.
I’m not the teacher sort, although my family were teachers, so I’m not adept at assigning grades. Her beauty, attitude, service, costs ($150 for the hour), the incall’s ambiance, discretion, and reliability were all top notch in my humble opinion. Would I recommend Bree? Hell yes, twice today and four times Sunday! If you don’t go and see her, I hope to reserve some of her time. Whether or not I will allow myself the luxury of seeing Bree again – or another sp – in the near future, I am not sure. But I hope so. I tend to get a little out of control if I get too much of a good thing. And Bree is a very good woman – inside and out.
That being said, I’ve always had an issue with “pillow talk” in and out of the industry. The half hearted acting in the industry doesn’t often fool me. I never got that feeling from Breanna. Not once. For that, I owe her abundant gratitude.
Thanks for putting up with me Breanna. I had a great time.
After an agonizing series of relationships in the last year and more, I called it quits a few weeks back after the veritable coup de gras. Dating a psychiatrist ended up being a half-hearted, inept move. It seems one can only take “And how did that make you feel?” so many times. Who knew?
It seems three weeks is my breaking point or the threshold where I need human touch. I woke up this morning on an unexpected day off and my blood was coursing through my veins, the perspiration spread on my brow, my thighs quivered, and my soul cried out “I need to get laid”. Who am I to say no to my soul? Saying no to that bastard – well I tell you, I never hear the end of it when I have the gumption to commit such a mortal sin.
I hadn’t been on terb in quite some time and decided to peek inside for some juicy insight as to which telephone number to ring a ding. My frame of reference was coming up short as it seems virtually everyone I once knew has fled the scene. Savannha, Shauna, Spice, Victoria, Callista, and so many other fascinating minxes moved onwards and upwards and out of the lives of the terbites that once worshipped them (if only for an hour). Others, like Mariah, were already busy (likely with one or more of all of you), and I was without a clue as to where to go next.
Pink Sugar
Having known Jolee from my aimlessly horny past, I saw her name was attached to the new agency Pink Sugar. The playful name of the agency melted on the tongue and placated my nerves which I tend to get when calling someone for the first time. My tension was allayed by a welcoming presence on the phone. My mind wandered as I listened to the amiable, melodious tones of the woman on the other end of the phone. I believe her name was Hannah and I envision a blonde Nordic beauty with legs that go on forever. But I digress.
Hannah was abundantly helpful in setting up an appointment later in the day with Breanna. Of course, I had to spend the afternoon laying in wait, but that’s my own impatient fault, innit? She provided directions and ensured the authenticity of my request by asking me to call when I loomed close to the building in that special region of Kitchener that so many sps have set up shop over the years.
I’d like to say I did something productive with the ensuing few hours of hormone charged anticipation, but I’d be fibbing if I made that claim. I primped and I preened and wandered off with a skip in my step and a yearning in my heart…and my loins.
Breanna
Breanna Taylor’s name is the perfected medley of playful and considerate, sultry and sweet, young and wise. When I set my eyes on her for the first time as she welcomed me at the door of their meticulously decorated in call, I was infinitely glad I made the appointment.
Breanna sports some fabulous curves in a package that left me figuratively drooling (I hope not literally…I hate when I do that). She isn’t petite, nor is she "voluptuous" in the traditional sense, and holds the shape of the ‘girl next door’. Her lips proved to be inviting and, once invited, proved to be satin soft and pliant to my hungry lips. Her eyes are radiant, yet her gaze is careful, and those pools of light inspire wistful pangs of desire at least within me.
Breanna provided a shower so I could prepare myself for the ensuing hour and I took her up on it as I had been out in the warm, spring sun. She eagerly awaited my return and pounced on me fairly quickly when I did. Breanna seems to enjoy many of the menu items found in the industry, but she has a penchant for DFK. I believe I could spend an entire hour kissing this minx. I’ve done it before with others and I’ll likely do it again.
Today sixty minutes of kissing would not have sated my voracious appetite. And she knew it too. She’s wily, witty, and wise beyond her years in so many passionate ways. Breanna proceeded to tease my entire body over and over again. Breanna is a self confessed ‘tease’. Perhaps she knew that my body responds to such sublime torture. One way or another, she engaged in some of the best oral sex I’ve ever been undyingly fortunate to enjoy. While I hope that I gave her ‘just desserts’, I won’t go into any further detail lest this entire review will be brimming with acronyms.
She truly did ‘own me’ as she mused part way through our hour. I inwardly giggled at her choice of words to explain the stupid expression on my face. Breanna captured my hellbent attention for the entire hour and held it in a way I hadn’t thought possible for a very long time. If there is an afterlife, the dead are likely gazing down upon us busting a gut about the expressions that twist our faces during sex. I know I will be.
In the aftermath, Breanna proved to be a considerate and informed conversationalist. Lying naked in bed, one would think she – or I - would feel awkward talking on such a heart to heart level. I was touched that she spent that time with me. Thanks Bree.
I’m not the teacher sort, although my family were teachers, so I’m not adept at assigning grades. Her beauty, attitude, service, costs ($150 for the hour), the incall’s ambiance, discretion, and reliability were all top notch in my humble opinion. Would I recommend Bree? Hell yes, twice today and four times Sunday! If you don’t go and see her, I hope to reserve some of her time. Whether or not I will allow myself the luxury of seeing Bree again – or another sp – in the near future, I am not sure. But I hope so. I tend to get a little out of control if I get too much of a good thing. And Bree is a very good woman – inside and out.
That being said, I’ve always had an issue with “pillow talk” in and out of the industry. The half hearted acting in the industry doesn’t often fool me. I never got that feeling from Breanna. Not once. For that, I owe her abundant gratitude.
Thanks for putting up with me Breanna. I had a great time.
