I’ve been hearing about Taylor for close to year from a mutual acquaintance in the biz who knows I currently indulge in this activity very rarely, and has been urging me to break out of my somnambulistic slumber to do some erotic exploration with her BFF Tay Tay, (Taylor’s nickname) As luck would have it, the Force’s pull towards the dark side has been strong of late, so I decided to see what all the fuss was about.
Taylor is relatively new to this specific avocation. Note I didn’t say “vocation”, and that’s because this is only a part-time pursuit; she has a regular day job. As a result, her privacy is a high priority, so she doesn’t give out a number to text or call. Communication is strictly via email. It is also possible to text her partner-in-crime, Maya West, who posts on a local escort website and often sets up Taylor’s appointments since they share the same premises, although not at the same time unless you schedule a duo, which rumour has it is very interactive and performed with great gusto and much relish. [insert pun] Something to think about.
Anyway, I fired off a long, detailed email and heard back promptly with a really nice, well thought out response. We continued to exchange emails over the next couple days leading up to our rendezvous at her condo in Langley – I prefer outcall but she doesn’t do that, at least not on a first date anyway. [NOTE: I think she may also be doing incalls twice a week in Vancouver, but that wasn't an option when we planned our date.] There was definitely a palpable genuine excitement that came through with her words - she’s quite bright and a good communicator – and I was reciprocating the feeling. It’s worth adding that sweet as she is, there was no doubt that she has a very dirty mind and isn’t at all shy about sharing her thoughts if she gets a good vibe, which luckily was the case with us.
Everything went off without a hitch with the scheduling. She sent periodic emails on the day of our date checking my progress and letting me know about hers. She asked if I wanted her to wear anything in particular, but instead I chose to encourage her to pick something herself that she’d wear to seduce an older man – I’m late 50’s. She liked that. Trust me when I say she came through loud and clear, in more ways than one.
During our shameless email flirting we openly talked about our likes – there’s little that’s off-limits when it comes to her carnal cravings, but make sure to be open and honest ahead of time to avoid any unintended errors in judgement since intangibles like the YMMV factor can mitigate dynamics. As it turns out, one of our mutual fixations revolves around older-younger roleplay, so we were contemplating the idea of integrating a naughty scenario, how to set it up, and when to actually play our parts. There was an almost comical flurry of emails between the time I parked and got to her door trying to fine tune, which culminated in her saying she would prefer to first sit and talk over a glass of wine to get acquainted, which was perfectly fine with me.