Where to begin....
I had seen Allie's ad in the indy advertising section of perb, but missed the opportunity to see her when she visited Victoria recently. I don't know. Was it a couple weeks ago? A month? 'Doesn't matter. What matters is I made a point of seeing her this time. And I'm torn. I mean, in all honesty I am actually struggling to write this review. If I were clever, I'd write something less than stellar. Maybe say she didn't live up to expectations, or something along those lines. But the truth is she not only lived up to what others have said in their testimonials, she pretty much blew away any competition I thought there may have been. I'm talking HOLY FUCK level stuff here. Mind blowing, bedsheet drenching, DF kissing, '"pinch me I must be dreaming", You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off of you, kind of experience. She's so hot I think I could write a song about her, but maybe Mick and Keith already have. And no, I don't think her photos do her justice. She has a unique and very attractive appearance. Youthful, yet mature. She's athletic and in great shape. And still soft in the places a woman should be.
I don't want to go into too much detail for a couple reasons. I've read what others have written, and I can say it's all true and accurate. Only better. WAAAAAY better than I imagined.
It has been apparent to me for a while that to enjoy an encounter with a woman (who I am not romantically involved with) I need to feel a connection. Chemistry. And if that isn't there, then neither am I. And the experience will be lacking as a result. Consequently I don't get out as often as I used to. Nothing against the beautiful young ladies of Victoria, as we all know there are many hotties in Vic. But as my own children grow older, I feel the need to up the maturity level of the women I see in this capacity. I just don't feel that connection I need with a woman the age of my son.
Enter Allie Zeon. She's the perfect blend of cute, sexy, alluring, interesting, worldly, maturity, sexy, intelligent, fun, exotic, and I could go on, but I don't think I need to.
I'm no Spring Chicken. I've seen five complete cycles of the Chinese calendar, and tonight I was a Rock Star thanks to her. I think we both felt a connection early on, and that set the mood for the evening. An evening worth remembering. And repeating.
The stat sheets for the evening would probably read something like;
Warming up and getting acquainted, getting naked, kissing like teenagers, grinding and gushing, kissing and licking, stroking and licking, gushing again, Almost drowning, The main event, and subsequent record shattering tremors from head to toe. (In all honesty I have never had an experience so intense and long-lasting before. Ever!)
So yeah. If somebody younger and better looking hasn't proposed marriage to her by the time I get up and find a jacket to wear, I think I might just ask her to marry me. But if I call her and she's booked for the day it will be the last time I write an honest review here. Selfish, I know. But I kind of want her all to myself.
Note: It's after 0200 and I'm still up because I'm still buzzing from spending the evening with her. Insomnia isn't so bad after all. I can't stop thinking about her. And I don't want to anyway.
I had seen Allie's ad in the indy advertising section of perb, but missed the opportunity to see her when she visited Victoria recently. I don't know. Was it a couple weeks ago? A month? 'Doesn't matter. What matters is I made a point of seeing her this time. And I'm torn. I mean, in all honesty I am actually struggling to write this review. If I were clever, I'd write something less than stellar. Maybe say she didn't live up to expectations, or something along those lines. But the truth is she not only lived up to what others have said in their testimonials, she pretty much blew away any competition I thought there may have been. I'm talking HOLY FUCK level stuff here. Mind blowing, bedsheet drenching, DF kissing, '"pinch me I must be dreaming", You're just too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off of you, kind of experience. She's so hot I think I could write a song about her, but maybe Mick and Keith already have. And no, I don't think her photos do her justice. She has a unique and very attractive appearance. Youthful, yet mature. She's athletic and in great shape. And still soft in the places a woman should be.
I don't want to go into too much detail for a couple reasons. I've read what others have written, and I can say it's all true and accurate. Only better. WAAAAAY better than I imagined.
It has been apparent to me for a while that to enjoy an encounter with a woman (who I am not romantically involved with) I need to feel a connection. Chemistry. And if that isn't there, then neither am I. And the experience will be lacking as a result. Consequently I don't get out as often as I used to. Nothing against the beautiful young ladies of Victoria, as we all know there are many hotties in Vic. But as my own children grow older, I feel the need to up the maturity level of the women I see in this capacity. I just don't feel that connection I need with a woman the age of my son.
Enter Allie Zeon. She's the perfect blend of cute, sexy, alluring, interesting, worldly, maturity, sexy, intelligent, fun, exotic, and I could go on, but I don't think I need to.
I'm no Spring Chicken. I've seen five complete cycles of the Chinese calendar, and tonight I was a Rock Star thanks to her. I think we both felt a connection early on, and that set the mood for the evening. An evening worth remembering. And repeating.
The stat sheets for the evening would probably read something like;
Warming up and getting acquainted, getting naked, kissing like teenagers, grinding and gushing, kissing and licking, stroking and licking, gushing again, Almost drowning, The main event, and subsequent record shattering tremors from head to toe. (In all honesty I have never had an experience so intense and long-lasting before. Ever!)
So yeah. If somebody younger and better looking hasn't proposed marriage to her by the time I get up and find a jacket to wear, I think I might just ask her to marry me. But if I call her and she's booked for the day it will be the last time I write an honest review here. Selfish, I know. But I kind of want her all to myself.
Note: It's after 0200 and I'm still up because I'm still buzzing from spending the evening with her. Insomnia isn't so bad after all. I can't stop thinking about her. And I don't want to anyway.
