Mila
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Review by NUB, June, 2009
I am just at the tail end of an hour and half drive into downtown to a secure building with a large fountain in the middle of the turn about. The lobby is reminiscent of upscale hotels. I've phoned once parked, with received instructions, and proceed to the elevator. Her voice is very pleasant, sultry with a touch of an exotic foreign accent. With wine in hand, I walk the familiar hall. The door is knocked and opened. Mila appears from just behind the door and the sight of her makes me glad inside. She's a sight to behold. She easily makes any wardrobe dazzling. I always feel like she just spent hours getting ready because she's breathtaking. No girls I've known take the time to clean-up and dress with as much style. I've often pictured how a dream date would go with a perfect girlfriend and what she would be wearing or how the evening would unfold. She smiles sweetly and welcomes me with a kiss that is accompanied by warm greetings followed by a full kiss. Mila's lips are soft and I hug her tight. She offers drinks and I remember my wine. It's hard to keep my thoughts straight as my mind is preoccupied with her. It's a joy to see her each time. Statuesque, slender, model material. I get formalities out of the way and we catch-up a little. Did I miss her? Yes, without a doubt. Are those new? they are nice. Lights decorated the mirrors to cast candle light along the ceiling. A mix of music is playing in the background. We make our way toward the bedroom. I take the opportunity to go to the bathroom and wash up.