Licker
14-10-2012, 04:27 PM
For those who just want the stats, here you are:
Person's Name: Ada – later in review just referred to as the Queen
Establishment: 533
Date of Visit: Wed 3/10/2012 – the date that marks the beginning of an epoch of Joy
Rate: 300 for 2 hours
Age: 20 something (she’s just right)
Size/shape: size 8, B cup, beautiful tall and slender figure
Nationality or Ethnicity: Chinese
Services Provided: GFE, DFK, BBBJ, DATY, 69, FS, caressing, cuddling, kissing - she does seem to like it
Value for money: Yes
Recommend: No, don’t go there!!!! Don’t book her! - I want to keep her to myself!
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For the rest of you, here is a bit of prose to you.
"It was the best of times; it was the worst of times"
I am writing this as I recall the events of our encounter and I am reliving it as the uttering words of dismay and disbelief of it being over and the lingering feelings of happiness and bliss – well simply put joy will unfold onto this review.
Or maybe, rather than a review we should call it a hail to the joy of sex and a testament to a beautiful young Lady who is truly devoted to offering the best of breed service and a GFE worthy of a king.
"It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity"
Angie had been telling me about this young Lady for a while now, but something had always come up to prevent us meeting.
Now the stars seemed to align as she was on the roster and I had some time in my hands, so I decided to cast away my doubt and take the advice of a wise woman and get a little foolish. And now, I am a believer.
"There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of 533."
The king was a bit early and the queen was running late so the king had to take a seat in the waiting chamber.
(What a strange concept for a king to wait for an audience. Well, maybe for his queen.)
As the queen slid open the door the king was in awe by the sight of her. She was wearing a white almost see through summer dress and high heels in blue – what a regal colour.
As the king followed her up the stairs into the hunting lodge in the gardens he could only admire those firm buttocks dancing under her short dress.
"It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness"
As the royal couple entered the bright sunshine of the gardens the rays of sun pierced through the white dress revealing the loveliest of figures the king had seen for a while (well, he’d seen some lovely figures of late, but aren't they always a sight for sore eyes?).
The queen guided them to the royal bed chamber of the lodge and they then freshened up in the adjoining bathhouse.
After the brightness of the sun the bed chamber was rather dusky, but after his eyes accustomed to the darkness the king was yet again able to soak in the radiance of pure delight standing before him – now in her birthday suite.
"It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way"
While still standing they entered into an embrace with their tongues entwined like lovers do as the queen’s tongue was exploring the depths of the king's mouth. They then lay down to the bed to further explore their bodies with their eager mouths in a variety of positions that left the queen withering, moaning and screaming and the king gasping for air as his lips were moistened by the nectar seeping from her lips in a soixante-neuf that had never felt better.
They then embarked to a mission of conceiving an heir* to the throne with their lips and tongues still entwined most of the time.
First the queen on top, then – never disengaging, their bodies were as one – sitting up, standing up, him on top and then with him behind her (for this they did have to briefly separate, but it was totally worth it – the sight of her behind, that is).
After an hour and half of this they were both covered in sweat (the air con in the lodge was not working) but the king thought that a slender, warm and moist body pressed against his had never felt so nice. The rest of their time together they spent cooling down and hugging, kissing and chatting.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”
The best of times; well right there, top shelf stuff.
The worst of times; yes, unfortunately it had to end and the king had to leave.
Maybe there will be a sequel to this story. What do I mean “maybe”? Yes there will.
Note: Conceiving an heir* is hard to accomplish with the rubber in place, but it was nice to try anyway
Quotes courtesy of Mr. Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (slight modification: France to 533)
Person's Name: Ada – later in review just referred to as the Queen
Establishment: 533
Date of Visit: Wed 3/10/2012 – the date that marks the beginning of an epoch of Joy
Rate: 300 for 2 hours
Age: 20 something (she’s just right)
Size/shape: size 8, B cup, beautiful tall and slender figure
Nationality or Ethnicity: Chinese
Services Provided: GFE, DFK, BBBJ, DATY, 69, FS, caressing, cuddling, kissing - she does seem to like it
Value for money: Yes
Recommend: No, don’t go there!!!! Don’t book her! - I want to keep her to myself!
------------------------------------------------------------
For the rest of you, here is a bit of prose to you.
"It was the best of times; it was the worst of times"
I am writing this as I recall the events of our encounter and I am reliving it as the uttering words of dismay and disbelief of it being over and the lingering feelings of happiness and bliss – well simply put joy will unfold onto this review.
Or maybe, rather than a review we should call it a hail to the joy of sex and a testament to a beautiful young Lady who is truly devoted to offering the best of breed service and a GFE worthy of a king.
"It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity"
Angie had been telling me about this young Lady for a while now, but something had always come up to prevent us meeting.
Now the stars seemed to align as she was on the roster and I had some time in my hands, so I decided to cast away my doubt and take the advice of a wise woman and get a little foolish. And now, I am a believer.
"There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of 533."
The king was a bit early and the queen was running late so the king had to take a seat in the waiting chamber.
(What a strange concept for a king to wait for an audience. Well, maybe for his queen.)
As the queen slid open the door the king was in awe by the sight of her. She was wearing a white almost see through summer dress and high heels in blue – what a regal colour.
As the king followed her up the stairs into the hunting lodge in the gardens he could only admire those firm buttocks dancing under her short dress.
"It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness"
As the royal couple entered the bright sunshine of the gardens the rays of sun pierced through the white dress revealing the loveliest of figures the king had seen for a while (well, he’d seen some lovely figures of late, but aren't they always a sight for sore eyes?).
The queen guided them to the royal bed chamber of the lodge and they then freshened up in the adjoining bathhouse.
After the brightness of the sun the bed chamber was rather dusky, but after his eyes accustomed to the darkness the king was yet again able to soak in the radiance of pure delight standing before him – now in her birthday suite.
"It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way"
While still standing they entered into an embrace with their tongues entwined like lovers do as the queen’s tongue was exploring the depths of the king's mouth. They then lay down to the bed to further explore their bodies with their eager mouths in a variety of positions that left the queen withering, moaning and screaming and the king gasping for air as his lips were moistened by the nectar seeping from her lips in a soixante-neuf that had never felt better.
They then embarked to a mission of conceiving an heir* to the throne with their lips and tongues still entwined most of the time.
First the queen on top, then – never disengaging, their bodies were as one – sitting up, standing up, him on top and then with him behind her (for this they did have to briefly separate, but it was totally worth it – the sight of her behind, that is).
After an hour and half of this they were both covered in sweat (the air con in the lodge was not working) but the king thought that a slender, warm and moist body pressed against his had never felt so nice. The rest of their time together they spent cooling down and hugging, kissing and chatting.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”
The best of times; well right there, top shelf stuff.
The worst of times; yes, unfortunately it had to end and the king had to leave.
Maybe there will be a sequel to this story. What do I mean “maybe”? Yes there will.
Note: Conceiving an heir* is hard to accomplish with the rubber in place, but it was nice to try anyway
Quotes courtesy of Mr. Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (slight modification: France to 533)