Review by MINN4EVR, February, 2009
The stock market has tanked. The wife is out of town. And, it's my birthday. Another one. How can a frail human being cope with such a concatenation of unfortunate circumstance? Religion is no anodyne for recurring visions of retirement sloughing away with in the tidal wave of recession. Television cannot replace the loving, lingering caress; the languid kiss that lasts and becomes something more; the undivided attentions of a devoted spouse (OK, that was fifteen years ago, but I have a good memory). Neither cake nor candles can sooth the raw wound of another year irrevocably past and gone. How? How can mere, mortal flesh survive these batterings of remorseless fate? I know, I'll have a threesome! But not just any threesome. It needs something new and exciting to banish old cares; yet also something familiar and comforting to ease the first nervous moments. It needs planning and preparation, but as soon as I saw that Tattooed Asian Kim was returning from NYC for a visit I had my plan, and preparation swung into high gear. I've never seen Kim before, but heard much and all of it just to my taste. I've seen Bad Girl Bianca James, to my delight, and somewhere I got the impression that Kim and Bianca were old friends so it was a natural to invite the two of them to help me survive my time of stress and spiritual impoverishment. The glee with which each accepted my proposal boded well. Kim's incall was central, upscale, and discrete. Standard two call and I was knocking on her door. When it swung open there was Kim dressed in something involving about ten yards of pink string that wrapped around her legs from her feet up to that gorgeous, tight ass, and a T-shirt that was just too tight to be seemly, and exactly what I wanted to see. Her brown eyes gazed directly into mine, but it seemed like ten minutes before I could tear my gaze away to look down and see she was wearing her trademark 8 heels. Altogether a perfect job of wrapping my birthday present. I dropped the envelope, and slipped into the bathroom to wash my hands and rinse my mouth. When I came out, she was still there, still beautiful, and asked what refreshment I would like. But what about something familiar and comfortable? Well, Bianca wasn't there yet. OK, I was early, so shoot me. Fortunately, I had strict orders to deliver a greeting from one of Kim's old friends here in town. She said my first effort was not up to her old friend's standard, but I am diligent and kept working away until Kim was satisfied. By that time the nervous moments were long gone and the phone rang and it was Bianca calling to say she was right outside the door and let me in. Do you know Bianca? Then you know the beautiful whirlwind that swept into the room. Her coat came off to reveal a dress that showcased her arsenal of assets. A kiss for Kim, a kiss for me, then she rolled her bag into the bathroom while Kim and I returned to greeting and, now that our threesome was present and accounted for, a little fooling around as well. My heart rate was escalating when Bianca came back dressed in one of her outfits. The english language needs a new adjective, biancanesque I think (Jamesian is taken), to describe the stylish, eye catching, colorful, and remarkably obscene wardrobe Bianca has assembled. If you've seen her, you know. If you have paid attention to the photos in her ads you have some idea, but real life is so much better. Of course, the best wardrobe is only as good as what fills it, and Bianca does that to perfection. She is tan, voluptuous, firm and forthright. She moved right in ... Non-VIP, if the opportunity ever comes again, I will repeat in a heartbeat. VIP, read on to see how planning and preparation plays out.
