Review by GGGDICKSON77, December, 2016
After some intense email exchanges Ms Daniels agree to see me again. Not only does she accept me as I am she encourages me to be me and share my insecurities. She breaks downs my walls and she is not frighten by what is under the bed or in closet. She has a way about her of shining light where no light dared to enter before. She makes me feel whole and unscarred. He emails touch my soul she says thing that are direct yet warm in how she says them. I thirst for her words of comfort, of healing of making me feel like a person. She is not your average SP. I did not anticipate she was serious in wanting to see me. Her smile more powerful than an orgasm. Her eyes more excited than an erection. Once again I have the deep desire for some reason to make her want to be with me. I want to do good. I want more than that I want to be her best date. Oh the pressure! I stop and say I am paying her. Why do I have this crazy desire to want to do something for her. I feel like I want to take every event I ever did that was a success and I want to do it for her. I just have to see her smile again. In her email she wants to address my deepest desires most SPs would just forget it yet she seems to hold each world I speak and each letter I write next to her, massaging it and analysing each word for the hidden meaning. She has touch more than my soul but got into my head as well. She makes me feel that she has a real interest in me. I just have to explore if this is for real. Is she for real! She agrees to meet me at the airport. She seems excited to meet me again. I read and reread my last night with her. So I decide I will not tie the experience to an overnight. She can meet me and we can spend the day together and then a nice dinner and we can talk. I want her beside me yet I have to let her go in order to have her quench my thirst for her smile, her kindness, her inner beauty. We agree on dinner I will take her to the KI. With her meeting early in the day what could I do to make it worth while and enjoyable for her? Maybe I will take her to the spa. Maybe I can hear her moan as the masseuse works magic on her. I could take her shopping and watch her smile while I learn more about what she likes. We can do lunch together. I can share my view of our session and she can share her thoughts. As the day arrives a storm emerges in NYC. The snow is heavy, the snow turns into rain my fear is now that I will not make my way to her. I think the gods have spoken. The experience was not meant to be. My hope nearly dashed after a breakfast meeting I could not remember thinking of her. I arrive at the airport to find that they move me to the 8 am flight that will be leaving close to when my flight was to go. I email Leigh with the news. I am so excited when I board the plane. Nothing seems to bother her her attitude is what I find so refreshing. I land, clear customs roll out of the area. I fearfully search for her smile, her eyes. I notice a young lady but it is not her. I see a lady against a pole as she turns I see her lifeless eyes. Then it is like the clouds clear as I see Leigh making her way to me. Her smile warms my soul, her eyes peal away my questions and my fear. She embraces me and the hug she gives me is beyond compare. I want it to last forever. I feel like I have been waiting for such hug my whole life. My body shivers she whispers in my ear then she kisses me and we hug once more. I am like jello as my body feels such a rush. I missed her but I had only seen her once before. I want to squeeze her and all those time I felt wounded arriving in airports around the world fighting back the tears watching others being greeted by love ones. Finally I too can be the one I admired and envied. I had someone who excited to meet me, and is happy to see me. I catch myself and realize she is a paid provider. But something about her embrace that is not like the countless SPs.