We all know the story of the one that got away. For me, that was a Latina named “Sarah” of considerable TER fame who closed shop before I got a chance to hook up, even though I had met her many years before under a different nom de plume - then as Erika - and then only doing sensual massage. Alas. In this forlorn context, Raquel popped up, who bore many savory reflections of my lost object of desire. The only problem was, Raquel was “geographically undesirable”, though her website promised her move to Sherman Oaks after the New Year. Patiently, I waited, and am I glad. Not that things went so smoothly at first. See, usually when you build someone up in your mind, there are two bad results. The first and most usual one is that you are let down. The second, and possibly worse, is that your expectations are far exceeded and you don’t know quite how to handle it! The latter was Raquel. It took a few times to relax enough to get to know her but once I did, things exploded over and over (both literally and figuratively). Before I move to the VIP “room” for the “juicy details”, let me just say that this woman is drop dead gorgeous. She also loves sex, but just as important, she loves the whole “courtesan” set up: beautifully appointed bedroom, four poster bed, candles, Latin music, and all the girly appointments (e.g. glass perfume bottles) that create an atmosphere as sensual as the woman herself. Raquel is also perfectly proportional, (no willowy tall Barbie Doll blond), but an athletically fit, petite, pocket-rocket with a smokin’ bod as her photos reveal. What they don’t reveal – for sake of her privacy – is a movie star like face. I know it will date me, but think of gene pool awash with a bit of Ava Gardner, a bit of Joan Collins, a bit of Natalie Woods, and a few others. You will find all of them and more in this beautiful woman. Fellas, you can not go wrong with this delightful girl!
