Earlier this week I had the pleasure of meeting Jessica Parker of Jessforfun. I had wanted to meet this Lady for a long time. I was able to book with her on extremely short notice.
Another Lady that I had wanted to see for quite some time was Sandi Laine. In this case though, rather then leave it to The Last Minute, I had booked time with her a few days in advance. But, as has been my luck since I returned from Germany this fall, the day in question was scheduled to be a weather nightmare, and with 2 hours of transit involved, I panicked and canceled.
Actually, I rescheduled to the night before and Sandi graciously accepted and offered another time. However, that time was a little late for me, so she moved it up some. In the end, I accepted the earlier time and then as time approached I canceled the whole thing because I was just too tired after a long day of work. Being the understanding Lady that she is, Sandi persisted with me and agreed to a rescheduled time on my original date, as I would try and 'beat the weather'. Sound complicated? Not really but it could have been. This was accomplished primarily through phone calls and text messages. I prefer PM's or email but neither system was working well for Sandi. As I learned later, her Hotel was negligent in getting her internet service, so the telephone, her favourite means of communication, was what worked well for us. I have to bear in mind that a Lady's reluctance to respond to electronic communications may be for reasons beyond her control. This is the 2nd or 3rd time I have been in touch with someone at this hotel while they had this sort of problem.
In the end the appointed time arrived and I was winging my way up to her room. Once again I encountered Hotel Staff in the hallway, so a cheerful hello was exchanged and I went on to Sandi's door. When she opened the door I quickly entered the room. Standing behind the door was a blonde vision of loveliness, the 2nd this week! Sandi was wearing a delightful red Santa's helper costume, with red cape, red corset and little skirt and delightful white stockings, (with bows on top - my favourite) and black high heels.
As is the custom, greetings were exchanged and the hugging and sensual light kissing commenced. As did the ritual discarding of clothes. Once again, in no time flat, m'lady had me naked on the bed, and I had her following in the same direction. The remaining time was somewhat of a blur, but I do remember lots of tender BLS, sexy LFK, light dirty talk and great munchin'. I don't need to go into all of the details as this is a well reviewed provider, but I will cover some of the (for me) highlights.
Sandi paid a lot of attention to my torso and to seeing that I was well relaxed. In addition to the BLS she showed that she is a master of the BJ, with fantastic technique, suitable for the finest German FKK: no teeth, little or no hands, just a velvet mouth! She was also capable at describing / directing what she wanted, which was a pleasure for me to provide.
I gave her my usual complete examination, from the tip of her pert nose to the stocking encased tip of her toes. Together we carefully removed the stockings and I checked out her marvelous pedicure, which matched her equally stunning manicure. With her perfect make-up and hair, Sandi was incredible. Sometimes I have to rein myself in, as I continuously compliment the Ladies on their Loveliness till it almost seems fake. But I really am overwhelmed with them, after having had my share of disappointments in my career!
Anyway, on with the exam. I had previously consulted an expert on these matters, (Colonel Angus, take your bow), and began to follow his suggestions for satisfying DATY. Sandi was indeed impressed and complimented me on my "Lickin'". When I mentioned that I had been coached by CA Sandi broke into a large smile as she fell backwards on the bed saying the name outloud! (This is not the first time the inclusion of the illustrious S'toon pooner's name has been used to win favour with the Ladies: works every time!!) We carried on and after a while Sandi presented me with the Cowgirl position. She continued to ride for a bit and then did a marvelous RVC. The rest of the session was incredible and did include the usual Missionary and doggy positions.
I did not have a clock to gauge my time on so while we were in the '69' position I thought it was about time for me to pop my cork. Sandi continued her part and suddenly again my legs were shuddering and convulsing as I suddenly parted the first shot! I caught Sandi a little unprepared for it but she reacted well. I do not think she would have heard anything had I hollered out from between her thighs, with my mouth full of, well you know. Anyway, quite proud of myself I pulled up onto my elbows and glanced over at the clock on the night table: 20 minutes!! WTF, I was sure I had been there longer, time seemed to be flying by I was so happy!
Sandi cleaned me up with a warm towel and we began to relax on the bed, engaging in cuddling, canoodling and talking. Then Sandi asked if I would like a back massage? Of course, I enjoyed her hands on any part of my body. She began a really very good back massage that had me quite relaxed.
Then she popped the question: Did I feel up to a 2nd shot? I explained that I had already been active this week and that as an 'older' male I was not in the habit of recovering so quickly, that usually I would request a 2 hour session for 2 shots. Even in an FKK this would require an hour or so in between bouts.
But I'm no fool: if a beautiful, naked woman asks if you want to go again, you go. I was not optimistic - in fact I was rather flat and lifeless. It seemed that my negative outlook on this prospect had been interpreted by Sandi as a challange! Reminiscent of another BJ artist, Sandi slowly began to ply her craft. Amazed, I watched as she breathed life into previously lifeless tissues. All well and good to get it up, but how often can you go to the well? No so easy, thought I! But not Sandi, as she tried several different positions and stimulaters. Finally, by exchanging suggestions, me with my knowledge of my body, she with her male physiology knowledge, we had another eruption! Now, don't get me wrong, if the average male ejaculation is between 0ne-half teaspoon and 1 tablespoon, (Go away you Tablespooners, you make me nervous!), my second shot was more of half a half teaspoon: blink and you'd miss it, but it was there, none-the-less. And Miss Sandi was vindicated!!
It was really cute to see her hi-5 herself as she headed for hot towels. Me, I just lay there like a complete lump, drained but happy. It had been one of those sessions that they tell you about in the books: you really do feel weak in the knees, unable to stand for a moment or two, with the after affect lasting quite some time. This happens when the Prostate becomes full stimulated: either traditionally with direct pressure or through indirect stimulation via the pelvic thrusts and gnashing of the pelvic bones. During the course of our session there was plenty of gnashing and thrusting, by both parties. I played the lazy lout and Sandi worked my like a well oiled machine. Then I would come back and pay her back in spades for the going-over she had delivered. We were two happy, spent bodies. Of course, I can only account for my own 2 blasts, but if she was fakin' it, I don't care, she did a marvelous job of it.
Some more conversation and then a joint shower and it was time for me to go. Once again I had gone out on a limb, risking travel in serious weather, and was rewarded with a session that would last for quite sometime in my memory.
Thank You Sandi for you patience and perseverance with me. I can only imaging a session with you and your good friend Kristy of N Van.
Till we meet again...
The Chrome Cowboy.
Fact or Fiction, Sometimes It's Just About The Entertainment.
Another Lady that I had wanted to see for quite some time was Sandi Laine. In this case though, rather then leave it to The Last Minute, I had booked time with her a few days in advance. But, as has been my luck since I returned from Germany this fall, the day in question was scheduled to be a weather nightmare, and with 2 hours of transit involved, I panicked and canceled.
Actually, I rescheduled to the night before and Sandi graciously accepted and offered another time. However, that time was a little late for me, so she moved it up some. In the end, I accepted the earlier time and then as time approached I canceled the whole thing because I was just too tired after a long day of work. Being the understanding Lady that she is, Sandi persisted with me and agreed to a rescheduled time on my original date, as I would try and 'beat the weather'. Sound complicated? Not really but it could have been. This was accomplished primarily through phone calls and text messages. I prefer PM's or email but neither system was working well for Sandi. As I learned later, her Hotel was negligent in getting her internet service, so the telephone, her favourite means of communication, was what worked well for us. I have to bear in mind that a Lady's reluctance to respond to electronic communications may be for reasons beyond her control. This is the 2nd or 3rd time I have been in touch with someone at this hotel while they had this sort of problem.
In the end the appointed time arrived and I was winging my way up to her room. Once again I encountered Hotel Staff in the hallway, so a cheerful hello was exchanged and I went on to Sandi's door. When she opened the door I quickly entered the room. Standing behind the door was a blonde vision of loveliness, the 2nd this week! Sandi was wearing a delightful red Santa's helper costume, with red cape, red corset and little skirt and delightful white stockings, (with bows on top - my favourite) and black high heels.
As is the custom, greetings were exchanged and the hugging and sensual light kissing commenced. As did the ritual discarding of clothes. Once again, in no time flat, m'lady had me naked on the bed, and I had her following in the same direction. The remaining time was somewhat of a blur, but I do remember lots of tender BLS, sexy LFK, light dirty talk and great munchin'. I don't need to go into all of the details as this is a well reviewed provider, but I will cover some of the (for me) highlights.
Sandi paid a lot of attention to my torso and to seeing that I was well relaxed. In addition to the BLS she showed that she is a master of the BJ, with fantastic technique, suitable for the finest German FKK: no teeth, little or no hands, just a velvet mouth! She was also capable at describing / directing what she wanted, which was a pleasure for me to provide.
I gave her my usual complete examination, from the tip of her pert nose to the stocking encased tip of her toes. Together we carefully removed the stockings and I checked out her marvelous pedicure, which matched her equally stunning manicure. With her perfect make-up and hair, Sandi was incredible. Sometimes I have to rein myself in, as I continuously compliment the Ladies on their Loveliness till it almost seems fake. But I really am overwhelmed with them, after having had my share of disappointments in my career!
Anyway, on with the exam. I had previously consulted an expert on these matters, (Colonel Angus, take your bow), and began to follow his suggestions for satisfying DATY. Sandi was indeed impressed and complimented me on my "Lickin'". When I mentioned that I had been coached by CA Sandi broke into a large smile as she fell backwards on the bed saying the name outloud! (This is not the first time the inclusion of the illustrious S'toon pooner's name has been used to win favour with the Ladies: works every time!!) We carried on and after a while Sandi presented me with the Cowgirl position. She continued to ride for a bit and then did a marvelous RVC. The rest of the session was incredible and did include the usual Missionary and doggy positions.
I did not have a clock to gauge my time on so while we were in the '69' position I thought it was about time for me to pop my cork. Sandi continued her part and suddenly again my legs were shuddering and convulsing as I suddenly parted the first shot! I caught Sandi a little unprepared for it but she reacted well. I do not think she would have heard anything had I hollered out from between her thighs, with my mouth full of, well you know. Anyway, quite proud of myself I pulled up onto my elbows and glanced over at the clock on the night table: 20 minutes!! WTF, I was sure I had been there longer, time seemed to be flying by I was so happy!
Sandi cleaned me up with a warm towel and we began to relax on the bed, engaging in cuddling, canoodling and talking. Then Sandi asked if I would like a back massage? Of course, I enjoyed her hands on any part of my body. She began a really very good back massage that had me quite relaxed.
Then she popped the question: Did I feel up to a 2nd shot? I explained that I had already been active this week and that as an 'older' male I was not in the habit of recovering so quickly, that usually I would request a 2 hour session for 2 shots. Even in an FKK this would require an hour or so in between bouts.
But I'm no fool: if a beautiful, naked woman asks if you want to go again, you go. I was not optimistic - in fact I was rather flat and lifeless. It seemed that my negative outlook on this prospect had been interpreted by Sandi as a challange! Reminiscent of another BJ artist, Sandi slowly began to ply her craft. Amazed, I watched as she breathed life into previously lifeless tissues. All well and good to get it up, but how often can you go to the well? No so easy, thought I! But not Sandi, as she tried several different positions and stimulaters. Finally, by exchanging suggestions, me with my knowledge of my body, she with her male physiology knowledge, we had another eruption! Now, don't get me wrong, if the average male ejaculation is between 0ne-half teaspoon and 1 tablespoon, (Go away you Tablespooners, you make me nervous!), my second shot was more of half a half teaspoon: blink and you'd miss it, but it was there, none-the-less. And Miss Sandi was vindicated!!
It was really cute to see her hi-5 herself as she headed for hot towels. Me, I just lay there like a complete lump, drained but happy. It had been one of those sessions that they tell you about in the books: you really do feel weak in the knees, unable to stand for a moment or two, with the after affect lasting quite some time. This happens when the Prostate becomes full stimulated: either traditionally with direct pressure or through indirect stimulation via the pelvic thrusts and gnashing of the pelvic bones. During the course of our session there was plenty of gnashing and thrusting, by both parties. I played the lazy lout and Sandi worked my like a well oiled machine. Then I would come back and pay her back in spades for the going-over she had delivered. We were two happy, spent bodies. Of course, I can only account for my own 2 blasts, but if she was fakin' it, I don't care, she did a marvelous job of it.
Some more conversation and then a joint shower and it was time for me to go. Once again I had gone out on a limb, risking travel in serious weather, and was rewarded with a session that would last for quite sometime in my memory.
Thank You Sandi for you patience and perseverance with me. I can only imaging a session with you and your good friend Kristy of N Van.
Till we meet again...
The Chrome Cowboy.
Fact or Fiction, Sometimes It's Just About The Entertainment.