Right… so I’m hopping around your patch of the country for a while, and while I’ve been far too busy to play the “Tickle Game” much these days (let alone write about the experiences), I had a session a while ago that deserves mention.
Based on the postings of others, and after having had a peek at the website, I figured I’d check out this “Legends” place. Only, I had a little trouble finding it, on account of it being so well hidden right out in the open like it is (the poor lady on the telephone pretty much had to guide me there, and finally succeeded only by telling me to look for the big dog on a roof…). But I digress…
So, I had made an appointment with Jenna – her pictures were very pleasing, but I guess I didn’t study them close enough, because when I was greeted in the waiting room by a petite and very attractive young woman with shorter blonde hair, I was very much hoping that THIS would be Jenna. When she told me that she wasn’t, for a few moments I was actually heartbroken.
She was very sweet, though, and gave me a tour of the facilities, asking me which “room” I prefer (I use the term “room”, but “event hall” may be more appropriate), and after having her choose for me, I was somewhat relieved to end up in the one with the fewest medieval restraining devices. At this point, the young lady left me… to clean myself, obviously, and to wait for the real Jenna. Which, actually, was quite interesting, because it gave me a chance to explore the far reaches of the cavern, and I saw a picture hung up, showing a beautiful creature I met in the long-long ago at some house downtown that served as a spa (a delightful girl, that one, but not a big fan of rabbits, I’m afraid… and, once again, I digress…).
The wait was not long, and when she arrived, my previous disappointment about NOT seeing the lovely short-haired blond lady evaporated. Jenna – a smashingly attractive young lady, with wonderful curves in all of the places women should – had LONG blond hair, and was every bit as lovely (at least to this hare).
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The session started a little slow, perhaps – I’m pretty shy by nature, and honestly, what young lady has anything in common with an old, discrepant rabbit (I can’t see her having a great deal to say about the nutritional value of clover, or the prospects of carrot futures, or the trials and tribulations of picking burrs out of your fur… and I sure as heck have no idea how to relate to her). Still, she worked very, very hard at putting me at ease… with conversation, with a back rub (not RMT quality, but quite fine – almost preferable – to me), and a great deal of affection (feigned, I’m sure, but feigned well enough that I couldn’t tell). And soon, things got a little more… serious.
And as nice as the “intro” was… “serious” was better. Much better.
***thumpthumpthumpthumpthump***
So… in case you hadn’t noticed, I kinda like this Jenna person… and “serious” didn’t last all that long as a result. In fact, if it were a race, it would have been referred to as a “false start”. Or finish. Or disqualification. Call it what you will… but I was done. And after tending to certain aspects of housekeeping… Ms. Jenna actually snuggled up next to this nasty old rabbit, and chatted/cuddled for a while. It was very unexpected… and it was really, really nice. In fact, she even tried to convince me to play some more – and I don’t think that’s ever happened before (regrettably, as dearly as I would have liked to continue the festivities, this old body made the decision that cuddling was all that we were going to do for the rest of our time).
Don’t know what else to say about Jenna – very attractive, very attentive, very sweet. Time extremely well spent, in my opinion.
***thumpthumpthumpthumpthump***
Happy thumping, all!
Based on the postings of others, and after having had a peek at the website, I figured I’d check out this “Legends” place. Only, I had a little trouble finding it, on account of it being so well hidden right out in the open like it is (the poor lady on the telephone pretty much had to guide me there, and finally succeeded only by telling me to look for the big dog on a roof…). But I digress…
So, I had made an appointment with Jenna – her pictures were very pleasing, but I guess I didn’t study them close enough, because when I was greeted in the waiting room by a petite and very attractive young woman with shorter blonde hair, I was very much hoping that THIS would be Jenna. When she told me that she wasn’t, for a few moments I was actually heartbroken.
She was very sweet, though, and gave me a tour of the facilities, asking me which “room” I prefer (I use the term “room”, but “event hall” may be more appropriate), and after having her choose for me, I was somewhat relieved to end up in the one with the fewest medieval restraining devices. At this point, the young lady left me… to clean myself, obviously, and to wait for the real Jenna. Which, actually, was quite interesting, because it gave me a chance to explore the far reaches of the cavern, and I saw a picture hung up, showing a beautiful creature I met in the long-long ago at some house downtown that served as a spa (a delightful girl, that one, but not a big fan of rabbits, I’m afraid… and, once again, I digress…).
The wait was not long, and when she arrived, my previous disappointment about NOT seeing the lovely short-haired blond lady evaporated. Jenna – a smashingly attractive young lady, with wonderful curves in all of the places women should – had LONG blond hair, and was every bit as lovely (at least to this hare).
***thumpthumpthumpthumpthump***
The session started a little slow, perhaps – I’m pretty shy by nature, and honestly, what young lady has anything in common with an old, discrepant rabbit (I can’t see her having a great deal to say about the nutritional value of clover, or the prospects of carrot futures, or the trials and tribulations of picking burrs out of your fur… and I sure as heck have no idea how to relate to her). Still, she worked very, very hard at putting me at ease… with conversation, with a back rub (not RMT quality, but quite fine – almost preferable – to me), and a great deal of affection (feigned, I’m sure, but feigned well enough that I couldn’t tell). And soon, things got a little more… serious.
And as nice as the “intro” was… “serious” was better. Much better.
***thumpthumpthumpthumpthump***
So… in case you hadn’t noticed, I kinda like this Jenna person… and “serious” didn’t last all that long as a result. In fact, if it were a race, it would have been referred to as a “false start”. Or finish. Or disqualification. Call it what you will… but I was done. And after tending to certain aspects of housekeeping… Ms. Jenna actually snuggled up next to this nasty old rabbit, and chatted/cuddled for a while. It was very unexpected… and it was really, really nice. In fact, she even tried to convince me to play some more – and I don’t think that’s ever happened before (regrettably, as dearly as I would have liked to continue the festivities, this old body made the decision that cuddling was all that we were going to do for the rest of our time).
Don’t know what else to say about Jenna – very attractive, very attentive, very sweet. Time extremely well spent, in my opinion.
***thumpthumpthumpthumpthump***
Happy thumping, all!
