Review by JOCKEYPANTS, May, 2004
She’s friendly on the phone. Brief. Got time? ‘I’ll be around’, she said. Near 405 & Whilshire. Drive your smallest vehicle for parking. Called from outside of her building & she lead me to her door. I slipped in. We hugged & kissed. Silent flirting. She wore a thin white robe hiding a pink neglegee with thong panties. Frilly & sexy. What a luscious face! Soft brown curls just below the shoulders frame her Asian eyes, her gentle nose, & what I would soon discover was a decadent mouth. How can I describe…pull out that old Art History Book from college (the one you kept cause you thought you’d look at it again because it has pictures) Find “Child in a Blue Chair” by Mary Cassatt. That’s her wide gorgeous face, peaceful with a mischievious glance. (I was gonna, as a joke, send you to a Natan Cherubino painting but I didn’t.) She’s got full lips that explore your mouth, tongues exploring each other. She gently sucks your lower lip & sighs. My hands dipped into her robe & roamed over her soft skin & lacy underpinnings. Her arms around my neck like a sailor & his best gal. And this my fellow art lovers is her way of speaking. Her greeting. She led me by the hand into the room with a brief word of welcome, just so you know you haven’t booked a mute. She walked into the bathroom giving me a moment to slip off my jeans & leave an envelope on the end table. Nice little place. Long couch, soft glow from the candles, tidy. A double bed, low to the floor, is the perfect height for all sorts of…………