SNIPER1

Jun 1, 2004

Review by SNIPER1, June, 2004

AL’s Review.. Coming back to NYC, I was going to try a different provider, but at the last minute, I decided I wanted to see Sasha yet again and hoped the excitement from the last time would still be there. Part of me wanted variety and part of me hankered for the familiar loving touch and laughter I remembered. On the phone Sasha remembered me immediately—even remembered details we talked about the last time I saw her and this put me at ease—I didn’t feel like ‘one of a pack’ (as I’m sure she has). Entering her building, I could smell the incense from her apartment even in the foyer. I was surprised that even this gave me a raging hard-on—maybe knowing she was up there waiting and had prepared for my arrival? She opened the door and peeked around it, and I saw that Audrey Hepburn smile reserved just for me and I knew then I had made the right choice. She pulled me in the door, locked me in a hug and we began to make-out in the doorway in her kitchen. Sasha has very full lips that she uses like soft velvet. I pressed my boner against her, pulling her hips into me so she could feel the effect she was having on me. After a while, we let the kiss fade and she stared at me finally saying softly, “I’m so glad to see you. How have you been?” And I could tell she really meant it and wanted to know. So we proceeded into her candle-lit living room to catch up-a room I’m beginning to feel is a haven-a home away from home. She looked as pretty as I remembered her—this time wearing a skimpy light green (?) sheer negligee and a tiny thong, thigh high stockings and high high heels that showed off the tight muscles in her calves. Sasha is petite--a look I like—with round shaped boobs and a round ass I love to sink my hands into. I could see her brown nipples through the material and it was getting hard for me to concentrate on our conversation. But one thing Sasha can do is make me laugh so I made myself hold off on the bedroom so I could spend a few more minutes enjoying her sense of humor. I know that must sound stupid but it is part of what makes the session what it is. Sasha asked me last time I saw her to tell her if I saw her again, if I wanted to go around more than once so she could plan things differently. I was going to do that but after starring at her wriggling around on the sofa as we talked, I thought I might want to try something completely different. Sasha tends to like to take control but this time I had something else in mind, I let her lead me into the bedroom but instead of letting her ‘pamper’ me (as she calls it), I picked her up and lay her on the bed. “Don’t you want me to pamper you?” she asked me. “Today,” I smiled wickedly, “you are my slave.”