I find myself still thinking about Jessica days after our encounter in delicious little flashes of our passionate throes of delight. They are sensual, visceral, and inescapable distractions stealing my attention throughout the day -- and often at the most inappropriate times (which in my book, are also the best times). I've got it bad for her, and I'm happy that I'm ruined ;).
Truthfully, a part of me doesn't want to write this review because I want her to remain my best kept secret. But, it would be unfair of me to not do so on account of her deserving all the reverence I have to say and more.
Sexy doesn't even begin to describe Jessica. When I first walked into her incall apartment (beautifully decorated, btw) she greeted me with a warm hug. Already lost was I in her alluring, sweet scent, my senses piqued by her soft curves pressing against me, just breathing her in as her brunette locks fell aside exposing her neck. Standing before me was this gorgeous goddess of a woman -- deep, emerald eyes that will steal your soul, supple lips, high cheekbones on a slender face framed by sable tresses flowing to her bronzed shoulders. Her figure is undeniably beautiful; athletic, curvy, and delicately feminine all at once with an effortless elegance and a warmth that makes her just as approachable as she is stunning.
She invited me to join her on her couch and we got to know each other over an easy chat, interwoven with flirty brushes and lingering glances. She has a way with words that brings conversations to life and my nervousness gave way to me feeling like I can be myself, entirely. Genuine connection, at least for me, is such an important component of pleasure and it was palpable. That's certainly a part of why I'm so ensnared by her charm. That silky southern accent never hurt anybody either :). I'm sure comparatively, my northern Californian accent must seem dorky.
And then in no time at all, we somehow ended up in her bedroom. Scholars will argue that I "walked." I assert that I floated there on wisps of her enchanting feminine wiles. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Magic happened that afternoon. And then it happened over again a few more times. Pure, carnal, downright witchcraft (the good kind). And lo, I emerged a new man, and ever so thirstily hers now. The next time won't be soon enough; I'm scarred for life in the best of ways.
Fun fact: I now know what a "pony wall" is. See? Visiting Jessica is educational too!