Touring dates etc..

Hello My sweets ,my schedule for your cities is as follows

Advance booking of 2-3 hours up preferred

Hartford Ct 08/11-12

Stamford 08/13

White Plains 08/14

South Bend 08/20-21

Fort Wayne 08/24-25

Peoria Il 08/27

Looking forward to the possibilities xo xo

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Gastrosexual lover

I never knew the term existed until I met Sam. In the eyes of most women, he was the perfect man by almost any standard. Apart from his Midas touch to turn small businesses into successful ventures (Sam was a venture capitalist), Sam had it goin’ on. With a penthouse flat that boasted an incredible fleet of modern art, a jazz collection that would impress John Coltrane and a wine cellar to match, Sam’s pockets were clearly deep. So deep in fact that he had no problem sailing like a reckless renegade on Sunday afternoons followed by at least a bottle (maybe two) of his favorite champagne.

Before we ever made love by any sort of traditional standard, he introduced me to a new dimension of eroticism for Sam brought new meaning to the epicurean standard. As strange as that may sound, this man was a sensualist of epic proportion. I would even venture to say that Sam had a cooking or food fetish for I was always the main dish. For him, there was no other way to dine than when food was served across my breasts, navel, legs or derriere, depending on his whim of the evening. But my favorite ‘serving platter’ by far was when he dined on my person.

Sam was of the opinion that dessert simply tasted better when served on the area surrounding my pearl. I have never experienced a more incredible orgasm, a true unearthly experience. The sweet tingling of the strawberries as their juice dripped down my thighs coupled with his gentle laps was more than I could bear. That is, until Sam drizzled hot chocolate all over my navel and down my legs proceeding to devour what was rightfully his. After all, he was responsible for all the cooking.

Sam and I never spent any less than an entire evening together. If my schedule permitted, he would usually ask me to stay the night for intimacy was high on his list of desires. Following our unusual gourmet escapades, midnights were spent sipping wine while listening to jazz and discussing life. Probably because his profession was so demanding, Sam enjoyed simple, philosophical discussions that inevitably circled back to us.

He had always had a passion for ebony companions of the model type – tall, thin, waif-like, elegant and well-spoken. We would fall asleep in each other’s arms, warm and romantic as though we had known each other forever. The only difference was that the crisp, excitement of our interludes never dulled because we both knew that the very next morning our private world would close for the time being and thrive in our memories until the next gastrosexual adventure.

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Making love to the morning wood

Making Love to the Morning Wood

We didn’t get much sleep during those days, closing opulent evenings with encores of passionate fuckingHe reached out to me because he sought the pleasure of an elegant ebony dinner date that extended into the morning hours.But it was much, much more than that. I call it the after effect because Eric (I’m not calling him by his real name) had this throbbing need that robbed him of his sleep. Almost every morning he awoke at dawn with an extreme erection that demanded attention. As much as he engaged himself, those white pearls of joy seemed to linger on the edge of multiple dry orgasms until finally he fell back to sleep after a long period of time. That is, until we met.

Even at the prime age of 51, Eric had a demanding libido that at times caused him to escape to the men’s room to urgently stroke his cock out of sheer testosterone relief. He’d lose concentration in the middle of an office meeting fantasizing about his secretary’s cleavage jiggling about as she distributed memos. Just imagine this dignified man getting a prominent rise in the midst of fellow executives.

Not the hobbying type, Eric turned to companionship in search of a lascivious lover and private confidante who could satisfy his urges both sexual and emotionalHe wanted a girlfriend who would be there for him during intimate moments. Eric’s needs went beyond just the physical. What Eric and I had together grew deeper every time we saw each other though personal boundaries were always respected. Dinners lingered past midnight; overnight engagements merged into long weekends and he always compensated my time beyond my expectations.

I have to admit, the chemistry was crazy and I was truly hot for him….

I remember one evening when it was Eric’s birthday. He was in town for an extended ‘business trip’ and had planned our weekend extravaganza. On the way to the restaurant, he instructed the driver to take the long route. As we toasted over champagne relaxing in the plush seats, caresses turned into deep, French kisses. Before I knew it, Eric savagely removed my dress revealing black silk stockings, a garter belt (which he always asked that I wear) and nipples protruding through my lace bra. He loved to watch the arch of my back as I leaned down to take all of him into my mouth. He grew harder and harder as my full lips and rhythmic tongue brought him to the edge of orgasm. But I knew when to stop because I certainly wanted a taste of ecstasy.

As I mounted him, Eric took first one breast and then the other into his mouth as he sucked until my nipples were hard and wonderfully sensitive. Honey dripping down my thighs, I almost came just from that! Pounding his cock, I slowed to a rocking motion as we both climaxed together, sending the driver into shock by our screams of delight. I had to laugh. Quickly we both refreshed and organized our clothing just as the limousine pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. What fun! I dabbed on a bit of red lipstick and Chanel No. 5 behind my ears as we both chuckled like young lovers.

I am sure at least a few people at the restaurant noticed the peaceful, radiant aura that surrounded us both but that was just the beginning of our evening. A pallet of aphrodisiacs awaited us along with vintage wine and fabulous conversation. As the pleasure continued, I thought about the days ahead, knowing that neither of us would get much sleep. But somehow those marathon weekends of wild love making and fanatical dining empowered us with adrenaline that put us into overdrive. I also knew that after a midnight nap, Eric would awaken me with his early morning wood invading me just as night welcomed the dawn.

It was an exhilarating way to greet the day as he took me from behind with my ass in his hands, pounding into me until we finally collapsed into a travesty of bedding. Rich, steamy coffee and croissants were a must. Eric took me in as I paraded around the suite wearing nothing at all, gathering my things for the shower. I knew he would join me as he always did. We lathered each other as he perfumed by body with scented oil, exploring the crevice between my legs and lingering around my breasts. Inevitably, we made love again for the steamy heat always got the best of us.

Eric loved my body and my personality even more. He took me on shopping sprees adorning me in lovely dresses, provocative lingerie and elegant, sexy evening wear that drove him mad with wanting. But the best part about the entire affair was the lightness of it all. There was no drama, no baggage so that when we parted ways, only ethereal memories remained, holding us over until Eric had to have another fix of our intimacy. Eventually, business called from overseas and our tryst concluded. We see each other on occasion when he is here in the States and our time together is just as special as it always was. xo xo

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Sensual Splendor

Sensual Splendor “Don’t stop!” was all I could think. The fluid entered my mouth rich and warm with a little tanginess on the finish. Another drop upon my lips and I was ready for more. But I had to pace myself in preparation for a spectacular evening. He knew it and so withheld from giving me more. This extraordinarily beautiful vintage was Screaming Eagle circa 2011 and well worth the celebration of our exclusive evening. There is a certain unspoken eroticism when two lovers share such an unearthly vintage. Every sip represents sensuality at its finest. Fabulous lovemaking bows down to this mother of all aphrodisiacs knowing that the dark burgundy fluid will serve as the catalyst of our ecstasy.

Richard (I won’t use his real name) and I had been dating for years. Weekend trysts flew by as we always felt lost in time when together. Anticipation accompanied by fabulous conversation always preempted our evenings. You see, Richard was somewhat of a bon vivant and knew how to enjoy life. All the elements of an intoxicating evening seemed to fall right into place. As time sweetened, irresistible attraction became prominent.

But Richard knew how to sustain. Lingering over an elegant five-course meal at one of my favorite restaurants, we fed each other as the air grew thick with desire. I have no doubt that our chemistry could be heard crackling all over the dining room as other couples stared at us with envy. I grinned with pure satisfaction as Richard slowly reached up my skirt beneath the table, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the manliness of his hands against my silk stockings which he always insisted I wear. A new Jimmy Choo pump slipped off my foot as I massaged his manliness with my toes.

With desert nowhere near, I felt his hardness immediately demand my attention. I licked my lips, all the while our eyes locked as we discussed current events and the new book I was reading. I grew dizzy with craving not from the wine but from the sexual adrenaline that filled our conversation. To make matters better, the cuisine made love to our senses as the exotic aroma filled our lungs and the succulent flavors caressed our palates.

Richard was most pleased when I announced a trip to the lady’s room to refresh my lipstick and dab a bit of scent around my ears. In the subtlest of manner, he took in every inch of my body as I slowly stood from the table. Purposely, I hesitated, allowing his discrete gaze to devour me until he stood to move my chair, being the gentleman that he was. I dressed for Richard, except for those times when he surprised me with an outfit and AP lingerie to wear underneath. We had been dating for quite some time so he was familiar with my size and taste in fashion. I felt incredibly stunning in his gifts for his taste in clothing was no less exquisite than his taste in wine.

If you can imagine the sensuousness ofsuch a desirable evening, just imagine the explosion of passion that followed. Now, this is the way I like my man. We fulfilled each other on every level. I chuckle sometimes when Richard calls me his girlfriend. What an experience it is to share an uncomplicated liaison with all the rewards of a heated fling – time and time again.

VipSierra-Dayna

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Good natured Realist

Good-natured Realists are warm-hearted, helpful personalities. They do their work conscientiously and have a pronounced organizing talent. They often feel they are committed to traditional values. The family in particular is extremely important to Good-natured Realists. Their greatest pleasure is making themselves useful and taking care of other people.

But they do not like pushing themselves to the fore; they prefer to fulfill their tasks out of the limelight. Good-natured Realists are real workaholics; they are very reliable and nothing is too much for them when it is a question of completing a project. Thoroughness, conscientiousness and sense of duty are their strongest points. They prefer established and familiar situations to new and unknown situations.

In dealing with others, Good-natured Realists are considerate and obliging; they are always happy to put aside their own requirements in the interest of their family and friends. Their home is mostly very well cared-for, cosy and tidy. Their perfectionism on the one hand and their aversion to delegating tasks on the other hand often lead to them taking on too much both professionally and privately. They cannot stand discord; conflicts make them very unhappy. One could almost describe them as being harmony-addicted – and this sometimes leads them to strongly neglecting themselves and their own wishes because they are unable to bring themselves to put up a fight.

Good-natured Realists dream of a stable and trusting relationship for life. Marriage and family are very important to them. They take care of their partner attentively and lovingly and put up with a lot for a harmonious relationship. They are also loyal and reliable friends. However, they can be very hurt if their interpersonal commitment is taken for granted for too long.

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