Today I met Dee.
I’ve never waited for a girl before. Ever. More fool me. If this is the prize that patience can bring, I am set to become a very, very patient man.
Having waited two weeks to meet this beautiful, intelligent and kind woman I am happy to report that it was worth every moment. I was rewarded in ways that seemed unimaginable just a week ago. But before I get to the bit you scoundrels are waiting to read, I think a little background is necessary to ‘set the stage’ as it were.
Dee is unique – but not for the reasons you are probably thinking. She is British and of Latina extraction. The best of both worlds: native spoken English, humour and self-deprecation. Latina skin, lips, body, positive attitude and a gorgeous complexion. Dee is also a woman who knows two very important things: how to please a man – and how to let a man reciprocate and pleasure her.
I had such fun during two sexually charged and laughter filled hours with Dee, I’m at a loss as to how it could ever get better than this. For the first time ever, I actually wanted – really wanted – to give as much pleasure as I received. Not because I felt compelled to do so, but because I wanted to see how Dee responded and whether she would really let herself go and simply let someone else concentrate solely on pleasuring her. I was not disappointed. She is both ravenous and ravishing.
There are two reasons I was more concerned with giving than receiving: Dee is jaw-droppingly sexy. Every inch of her is sublime: the gorgeous eyes, the soft, silky hair and the lips. Those lips. The
lips. Dee has naturally large lips which are soft, smooth, tender and made for kissing. They are unusually wide and wildly responsive. FK, DFK, licking, sucking, teasing and gentle biting. I could literally have spent an hour enjoying mouth to mouth were it not for the fact that there was so much more to explore.
In her bare feet, Dee is 5’5/5’6. I’m not 100% certain as I was in formal shoes and Dee was already barefoot as I couldn’t wait to get her on the bed. In addition to her stunningly beautiful face, she has curves in all the places any hot blooded male would stop and stare at. An ample 34DD chest, a tight and curvy behind and long, slender, silky smooth legs. Feminine perfection – even to a seasoned bird spotter like me.
Prior to meeting Dee, I believe I stated that Emily Crème Brulee was dangerously close to my idea of a ‘perfect woman’. That conclusion remains unchanged, but I actually do think Dee -is-
my perfect woman because she has two very unique attributes that no other girl I have met possesses: her voice and her honesty. First, the voice. If Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra had produced a love child – and if that child had been female – it would sound like Dee. Think of the most sophisticated, sexy, creamy and understated female voice that you’d like to hear uttering sexual filth in your ear and you have Dee. Her voice is refined and seductive like no other.
Any discussion of a WG and honesty is problematic. Not because WGs are inherently honest or dishonest but because of the contrived situations that we as punters and the girls as sex workers ordinarily find ourselves in. Moreover, not only do we all know that working girls tell us what they
think that we
want to hear, but they do so in a manner which (in my experience) doesn’t ordinarily exist in ‘real life’, ie the seriously filthy talk, the compliments about size and technique and the kind things they want us to believe that they as beautiful woman see in us as men.
I mention honesty not because Dee failed to tell me about how good my cock felt deep inside her or because she didn’t compliment me on my tonguemanship, but because Dee told me many things I could never have possibly expected to hear and which only arose as discussion points through coincidence or due to the unproven theory of Six Degrees of Separation. On at least two occasions, Dee and I lived in the same part of the country. I don’t mean the same county or the same city, I mean close enough to have encountered one another on multiple occasions in our ordinary daily lives. Because of this, we were able to discuss things that were extraordinarily specific: a very, very obscure gate at the end of a private gothic passageway in Cambridge that leads to nowhere and a small facet of life that only weekend residents of Canary Wharf would ever have experienced – and at a very specific time many years ago. This was not Dee responding to my questions knowingly, it was me listening to Dee with utter disbelief at specifics she could not have known. Because nobody knows. It was a most surreal set of coincidences.
Thinking back now, Dee told me a LOT about who she really is a person: where she is from, what she has experienced as a woman and where she hopes her life journey will ultimately take her. Her frankness in discussing certain aspects of her life was utterly extraordinary and demonstrated a very high degree of transparency and trust. For me, that made the whole encounter all the more intimate as we both knew many of the reasons why we had come together in that hotel room on this particular day – and why we would be certain to meet again.The Good:
GFE or PSE. Or elements of both. Vanilla or Chocolate and Strawberry with sprinkles and a wafer. When it comes to service provision, versatility and flexibility is Dee’s mantra. I decided to ‘push the boat out’ and see how much pleasure I could give Dee before swapping around and being the lucky recipient of Dee’s superb skillset. It seemed to pay a handsome dividend as Dee’s oral skills are out of this world. She knows how to lick, suck, tease and how to seduce. She is also sexual and appreciative beyond belief when you bring her to a climax. Multiple times. She will do anything and everything to pleasure you – with enthusiasm and to the glorious accompaniment of her beguiling and soothing voice.
Moving beyond the foreplay to the serious sex, Dee gets very, very wet when she is being fucked – first slowly and gently, then hard and firm. Her body responds in so many ways that the sum total is neither GFE nor PSE – it’s a TIE, a Totally Immersive Experience. Nothing that I wanted was unavailable and nor do I imagine for a moment that anything actually would be unavailable. Dee is a giver of pleasure that produces a far, far higher degree of intensity than any drug.
I was massaged and I was kissed. I was sucked and I was fucked. I was exhausted but I was happy.
I was totally satisfied in every conceivable way: sexually, seductively, intimately and intellectually.The Bad: N/A
Zero. Nada. Zilch.The Ugly: N/A
Two hours. I don’t think I could scratch the surface in two weeks. There is THAT much to enjoy.Final words
It is perhaps appropriate that I met Dee before a break I had forgotten even existed: the dreaded half term that begins next week. It means I will have a week with very little, if any, ‘action’. At least with a WG. But you know what, I don’t care. I can think about everything that happened today and look forward knowingly to my next encounter with Dee at a date to be determined in the not too distant future. It will undoubtedly be a while before once again experiencing the pleasures that were forthcoming this afternoon, but I know they will be very much worth the wait – 12/10
To enjoy the femininity and good humour of a woman as magnificent as Dee would be a pleasure to most men. To see her in her underwear a rare treat to a number of fortunate others. But to actually get to go to bed and fully explore a lady this sophisticated, this sexy and this sexually capable is truly a rare and very, very special privilege indeed – 10/10
Overall score – an all-too-brief encounter to remember. For many, many years if not forever – 11/10
PS for the complainers: note I didn’t mention the name of the hotel:
, Kensington, London, W8.