So I make my entrance at Elite Retreat, and I’m greeted by a lovely young blonde lady in a uniform. She asks me if I have an appointment… to which I reply “Ummm, yeah. Sure do…”. Not convinced by my lack of conviction, she asks if it is with Paige or Kendra. Paige. Or Kendra. And I feel like I’m asked to choose between having a heart or lungs 
. So I answer “Paindra”. Which is interpreted as “Kendra”, and the young lady (whom I’m later informed is Ms. Jade) drags me off to a room.
Ms. Jade and I are in the room, and it is very impressive, with all sorts of gizmos and gadgets and other comforts. But a lot of them are intimidating – in particular, the shower (which, based on the looks of it, makes me feel like Captain Jean Luc Pickard will just show up out of mid air at any minute). Ms. Jade points out the controls and wishes me luck in making it work. I tell her I’m afraid of it, and ask her to help me so I don’t break it … which turned out to be somewhat cruel on my part, because she does her best to try and start it for me… and was successful (eventually)… but the poor girl soaked herself in the process. In fact, the only thing that wasn’t wet in that half of the room was me (which, considering the geometry issues, doesn't even seem possible). At that point, I decided that Ms. Jade is a real trooper, and I like her – but I doubt that the feeling is mutual. And I now affectionately call her Puddles (hi Ms. Puddles! ).
So I shower, somehow turn it off, hop over to the table, close my eyes, and wait….
*****
The lovely Ms. Kendra struts into the room, her hair tied back, her lithe body covered by a blue dress almost as bright as her eyes, and her playful smile lighting up our little Waterworld. At least that’s what I think is happening. See, my eyes are still closed… tightly… and I’m… well, I guess you could say I’ve gotten off to a bit of a “head start” on her. I know she’s there, though, because I can hear her sigh, and she speaks to me:
Ms. Kendra: “What are you doing?”
Bunny: “Thinking of you.”
Ms. Kendra: “Thinking of me?”
Bunny: “Uh huh. I was waiting, and I closed my eyes, and I could see you.”
Ms. Kendra: “Right…”
Bunny: “And you were strutting towards me like we were going to play. Only before you got to me, you were stopped by another you…”
Ms. Kendra: “… and here we go…”
Bunny: “… at first I thought you were just trying to keep you from making a horrible, horrible mistake… again… but it turns out, you seemed to be more interested in having you for yourself…”
Ms. Kendra: “… why is it always me?”
Bunny: “… and you were drawing yourself closer…”
Ms. Kendra: “You don’t do this to Paige…”
Bunny: “… ignoring your feeble protests, because clearly you wanted you just as much…”
Ms. Kendra: “… and you certainly never pull this sh#t with L#lith…”
Bunny: “… taking you…”
Ms. Kendra: “...I mean, come on! It’s my first day…”
Bunny (eyes now open, looking quizzically at Ms. Kendra): “Is it even lady-gay when the woman giving you mouth pleasure is you?”
Ms. Kendra: *stunned silence*
Bunny: *now staring at the stunningly stunned Ms. Kendra for real throughout the long pause*
Bunny: “So, in any case, I thought I needed to reward my brain for such really, really good thought…”
Ms. Kendra: *stunned silence*
Bunny: “… you know, encourage that kind of behaviour with the enmorphins and all…”
Ms. Kendra: *stunned silence*
Bunny: “… and I figured that I could do that before you even got here, on account of it being so hot.…”
Ms. Kendra: *stunned silence*
Bunny (resuming his self-flagellation): “… so, if you give me a couple of seconds to finish that up, then we can start…”
This finally snapped the poor girl out of it (knowing how stubborn I can be, the thought of being responsible for a second “event” must have been quite sobering), and with eyes wide open in what could only be described as terror, she POUNCED on me. I now have a nekkid Ms. Kendra is on top of me taking ownership of my delicates, and she says in part suggestive whisper and part command “no sweetie… let me do that.”
And here come those enmorphins.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Ms. Kendra is Seraph, the highest order of angel, and as always the session reflects it. She even uses her new gizmos to add a few things (like a hot towel contraption that is pretty neat). Once all the naughty business is done, she shows me how to use the cleaning pod, tidies up, and gives me a pretty thorough tour of the place. To me, she seems happy with, and a little proud of it all, and I’m glad – she deserves to be both. Call it a ‘karma’ thing.
Happy thumping, all!
. So I answer “Paindra”. Which is interpreted as “Kendra”, and the young lady (whom I’m later informed is Ms. Jade) drags me off to a room.Ms. Jade and I are in the room, and it is very impressive, with all sorts of gizmos and gadgets and other comforts. But a lot of them are intimidating – in particular, the shower (which, based on the looks of it, makes me feel like Captain Jean Luc Pickard will just show up out of mid air at any minute). Ms. Jade points out the controls and wishes me luck in making it work. I tell her I’m afraid of it, and ask her to help me so I don’t break it
… which turned out to be somewhat cruel on my part, because she does her best to try and start it for me… and was successful (eventually)… but the poor girl soaked herself in the process. In fact, the only thing that wasn’t wet in that half of the room was me (which, considering the geometry issues, doesn't even seem possible). At that point, I decided that Ms. Jade is a real trooper, and I like her – but I doubt that the feeling is mutual. And I now affectionately call her Puddles (hi Ms. Puddles! ).So I shower, somehow turn it off, hop over to the table, close my eyes, and wait….
*****
The lovely Ms. Kendra struts into the room, her hair tied back, her lithe body covered by a blue dress almost as bright as her eyes, and her playful smile lighting up our little Waterworld. At least that’s what I think is happening. See, my eyes are still closed… tightly… and I’m… well, I guess you could say I’ve gotten off to a bit of a “head start” on her. I know she’s there, though, because I can hear her sigh, and she speaks to me:
Ms. Kendra: “What are you doing?”
Bunny: “Thinking of you.”
Ms. Kendra: “Thinking of me?”
Bunny: “Uh huh. I was waiting, and I closed my eyes, and I could see you.”
Ms. Kendra: “Right…”
Bunny: “And you were strutting towards me like we were going to play. Only before you got to me, you were stopped by another you…”
Ms. Kendra: “… and here we go…”
Bunny: “… at first I thought you were just trying to keep you from making a horrible, horrible mistake… again… but it turns out, you seemed to be more interested in having you for yourself…”
Ms. Kendra: “… why is it always me?”
Bunny: “… and you were drawing yourself closer…”
Ms. Kendra: “You don’t do this to Paige…”
Bunny: “… ignoring your feeble protests, because clearly you wanted you just as much…”
Ms. Kendra: “… and you certainly never pull this sh#t with L#lith…”
Bunny: “… taking you…”
Ms. Kendra: “...I mean, come on! It’s my first day…”
Bunny (eyes now open, looking quizzically at Ms. Kendra): “Is it even lady-gay when the woman giving you mouth pleasure is you?”
Ms. Kendra: *stunned silence*
Bunny: *now staring at the stunningly stunned Ms. Kendra for real throughout the long pause*
Bunny: “So, in any case, I thought I needed to reward my brain for such really, really good thought…”
Ms. Kendra: *stunned silence*
Bunny: “… you know, encourage that kind of behaviour with the enmorphins and all…”
Ms. Kendra: *stunned silence*
Bunny: “… and I figured that I could do that before you even got here, on account of it being so hot.…”
Ms. Kendra: *stunned silence*
Bunny (resuming his self-flagellation): “… so, if you give me a couple of seconds to finish that up, then we can start…”
This finally snapped the poor girl out of it (knowing how stubborn I can be, the thought of being responsible for a second “event” must have been quite sobering), and with eyes wide open in what could only be described as terror, she POUNCED on me. I now have a nekkid Ms. Kendra is on top of me taking ownership of my delicates, and she says in part suggestive whisper and part command “no sweetie… let me do that.”
And here come those enmorphins.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Ms. Kendra is Seraph, the highest order of angel, and as always the session reflects it. She even uses her new gizmos to add a few things (like a hot towel contraption that is pretty neat). Once all the naughty business is done, she shows me how to use the cleaning pod, tidies up, and gives me a pretty thorough tour of the place. To me, she seems happy with, and a little proud of it all, and I’m glad – she deserves to be both. Call it a ‘karma’ thing.
Happy thumping, all!
