Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk,
Of a bay-I-ay-I-ay.
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk,
Of a fine soft day-I-ay.
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do,
‘Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue.
And I knew right then I’d be takin’ a whirl,
‘Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl. (music and lyrics by Steve Earle)
No blarney this woman is the real deal. Unbelievably cute – think Erin Gilbert of CNN – and a sexual appetite that will eat you up and leave you breathless. The only problem is that she doesn’t live here and so I have to content myself with her occasional visits and a lot of competition for her favours.
Roksi was a huge hit when she worked at a local agency. She was on my to-do list but I always thought I could catch up anytime. I was also a bit put off by her photos that were the typical, photo-shopped (or so I thought) images of a voluptuous woman of uncertain looks. Her reviews emphasized her sexual acrobatics and didn’t spend much time on personality.
Then Roksi went independent and it was more difficult to book her because she travels. The new pictures on her web site were, if anything, less revealing of the real person, but I was determined and e-mailed her for a date. She got back to me immediately and I went to her apartment with no clear idea of what to expect.
So the door opens and I’m met by one of the prettiest women I’ve met in this industry. She possesses delicate features, a slender but full-breasted figure, and gorgeous legs. Then she opens her mouth and I was struck so dumb that I thought I’d been hit over the head with a shillelagh. Roksi has the most wonderful Irish accent that you’d think you went to sleep and woke up in the green hills of Eire. I stammered a hello, mentally warned myself not to mimic her voice, and handed over a small loot bag with chocolates and perfume.
She gave me a 10,000-watt smile and I swear that one of those luminous blue eyes winked at me! Boy, I knew I was in for it then. We walked through the living room and perched on opposite sides of the king-sized bed. She opened one of the chocolates and offered it to me, then leaned across the bed and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I was torn between wanting to tear her clothes off and just look at and listen to this enchanting figure with the exotic lilt to her voice. So I took the easy way out and went to the shower.
Upon my return, Roksi had slipped out of her frock and was dressed in a lovely matching bra and panties set that set off her dark hair and tanned body. I flung the towel aside and we lay side-by-side on the bed. I reached out to touch her blemish-free skin and she reached back. VIPs read on for the tale of Irish delight.