Review by BLACKKNIGHT44, October, 2012
We have all had high hopes and expectations only to be disappointed at the time of the date. Sometimes, though, the experience is far better than you anticipated. Once, maybe twice in your hobby career, however, you find yourself so overwhelmed, so blown away. Potentially life-changing. That happened to me once when I met my first ebony lady. It just happened again. Her name is Layla Angelique. I found myself visiting Houston for a couple of days, so I began my research for someone with which to have a great date. Layla was literally the very first lady I found. Even though I kept looking, my search was over. I found her to be relatively new, but was already a star throughout Texas. I saw her profile. Her website. Her Freekin pictures! Before I'd ever met her in person and after having seen several Top Ten providers, I knew I was looking at the most perfect body to be found in the hobby. No tattoos, no piercings, totally natural, and not an ounce of excess fat anywhere. I contacted her immediately and we set at date....60 DAYS OUT!!!! And....I did another no-no. I booked an overnight with someone I'd never met before. What was I thinking! I knew I was setting myself up for a crashing disappointment. I'd never been more wrong. I arrived about an hour prior to Layla, and checked into what I learned was one of the nicest penthouse suites in Houston. Due to the restricted access to guest rooms, I went to the valet parking area to meet her. We were actually talking together on the phone when she pulled up in front of me....and my jaw dropped. When she stepped out of her car, I found myself staring at one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Peach colored dress, milk chocolate skin, long-flowing black tresses. The fact that every other eye in the hotel locked onto Layla as she walked through the lobby confirmed what I already knew. She was stunning. We made it to our suite, dropped the bags, and I gave her a short tour, mentally projecting returning later that evening with her to officially christen every room. The rain forest shower. Claw foot tub....in the living room!!!! Separate King bedroom. Floor to ceiling mirrors. But instead of ravishing each other, Layla curled up in my lap on the couch, and we spent almost an hour talking, sharing and getting to know each other. Knowing I had all night immediately turned this into a date. I just didn't realize then how fast the night would go by. We eventually left for dinner, literally walking out the door hand in hand, older white guy and smoking hot chocolate babe. We found an open air, street side Italian restaurant, talking non-stop until it was dark. Up until this point Layla gave the impression of being this elegant, sophisticated ebony debutante. But right in mid-sentence, with every table occupied around us, Layla leaned over and kissed me. Not a little peck....it was an I Want You kiss. As I was to learn, Layla doesn't care where she is or who is watching. Then with every table around us occupied, she not-so-subtlety lets her dress work it’s way up her thigh. Then she took my hand and guided it under her dress, I lost all focus, and knew it was time to ask for the check. We rushed back to the hotel, grabbed some champagne, and found ourselves in the elevator. This boutique hotel was a converted 1900 era bank, with rustic features that added an unusual ambience to the settings. One feature was mirrored walls in the elevators. When the doors closed, I couldn't find the access card and we headed for and stopped in the basement. Then I stopped looking. Layla was on her knees......