So, I’m on the phone with one of the lovelies at Revive, asking who might be available… she says two names I’m not familiar with (one was Ms. Ava, I think), Ms. Gabrielle (ooooh?), and Ms. Lexie (…ooooh??), and asks if I’d like to see one of them. Well, I’m feeling too nervous to pick someone completely new, which leaves (1) buxom sexy blonde superhottie, or (2) buxom sexy blonde superhottie. How does one choose? Well, I’m ashamed to say I chose based on who I thought was most likely to shower me with gratuitous, undeserved and blatantly untrue compliments about the pleasures of my company… poor Ms. Lexie. 
So I rush over, and Ms. Lexie greets me at the door. She is tall, brilliantly curvy, and dressed fancy in a dark suit-like thing. Her hair is long and highlighted now, which throws me a little bit, but she is every bit as beautiful as I remember.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
She seems uncertain, but once she confirms that I’m there to see her, she leads me to a room to clean up and prepare. When she returns, she still seems a little unsure – like she feels that she should recognize me, but can’t tell if it is because she’s had a session with me before, or if she caught me rifling through a dumpster behind her home (…not that those are mutually exclusive options…). Even with her reservations, she is both interesting and charming, and I’m feeling like I chose well.…
There comes a point where Ms. Lexie decides that it’s time to move the session along, though. And that’s where we seemed to get into a bit of conflict. Well, not “conflict” necessarily, but a series of small disagreements that went something like:
Ms. Lexie: “Ok, head down…”
Bunny: “Umm… nope.”
Ms. Lexie: “No?”
Bunny: “No.”
Ms. Lexie: “Ok… then just relax…”
Bunny: “Yeah, I wouldn’t count on that either…”
Ms. Lexie: “Can I at least take your glasses?”
Bunny: “Definitely not.”
Ms. Lexie: *puzzled gaze, wondering why I’m being so stubborn*
Bunny: “Spectacles on - I get to see how pretty you are. Spectacles off – my eyes fail my nervous system completely, and you look like a Shmoo. I don’t want to have my salad tossed* by a Shmoo…”
Sure, in retrospect, I guess I can see a number of ways where that could have been misconstrued as ignorant or assumptive… and as such, I completely understand the extended pause as we sat there staring at each other. Luckily, Ms. Lexie is a very observant, forgiving young lady; and she quickly determined that I am an idiot, and that she should just ignore my ramblings and go about tickling me “Lexie-style”….
And, quite surprisingly when you consider my faux pas, “Lexie-style” was to be even nicer to me than the last time I saw her: sweeter… softer… sexier… even more “carnal” at points. By all measures that matter to me, a truly outstanding session. And in fact, I even went back the next day for more….
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Bunnies like Lexie.
Happy thumping, all!
P.S. So, as we are leaving, I notice that my shoes are gone. Kind lady that she is, Ms. Lexie takes it upon herself to “raise the alarm” with the staff to see if they can’t be retrieved… all the while, I’m looking at the last pair of shoes sitting there at the door, and thinking about what a coincidence it is that they look like my other pair of shoes that I usually wear with………… oh.
P.P.S. At one point Ms. Lexie asked if I would be stalking her… a valid question, to be sure, and something she is definitely worthy of. But I didn’t have the heart to tell her that stalking capacity is very limited right now, and the target list is getting pretty long, so she would just have to take her turn like everyone else…
* No salads were tossed in the making of this adventure.
So I rush over, and Ms. Lexie greets me at the door. She is tall, brilliantly curvy, and dressed fancy in a dark suit-like thing. Her hair is long and highlighted now, which throws me a little bit, but she is every bit as beautiful as I remember.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
She seems uncertain, but once she confirms that I’m there to see her, she leads me to a room to clean up and prepare. When she returns, she still seems a little unsure – like she feels that she should recognize me, but can’t tell if it is because she’s had a session with me before, or if she caught me rifling through a dumpster behind her home (…not that those are mutually exclusive options…). Even with her reservations, she is both interesting and charming, and I’m feeling like I chose well.…
There comes a point where Ms. Lexie decides that it’s time to move the session along, though. And that’s where we seemed to get into a bit of conflict. Well, not “conflict” necessarily, but a series of small disagreements that went something like:
Ms. Lexie: “Ok, head down…”
Bunny: “Umm… nope.”
Ms. Lexie: “No?”
Bunny: “No.”
Ms. Lexie: “Ok… then just relax…”
Bunny: “Yeah, I wouldn’t count on that either…”
Ms. Lexie: “Can I at least take your glasses?”
Bunny: “Definitely not.”
Ms. Lexie: *puzzled gaze, wondering why I’m being so stubborn*
Bunny: “Spectacles on - I get to see how pretty you are. Spectacles off – my eyes fail my nervous system completely, and you look like a Shmoo. I don’t want to have my salad tossed* by a Shmoo…”
Sure, in retrospect, I guess I can see a number of ways where that could have been misconstrued as ignorant or assumptive… and as such, I completely understand the extended pause as we sat there staring at each other. Luckily, Ms. Lexie is a very observant, forgiving young lady; and she quickly determined that I am an idiot, and that she should just ignore my ramblings and go about tickling me “Lexie-style”….
And, quite surprisingly when you consider my faux pas, “Lexie-style” was to be even nicer to me than the last time I saw her: sweeter… softer… sexier… even more “carnal” at points. By all measures that matter to me, a truly outstanding session. And in fact, I even went back the next day for more….
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Bunnies like Lexie.
Happy thumping, all!
P.S. So, as we are leaving, I notice that my shoes are gone. Kind lady that she is, Ms. Lexie takes it upon herself to “raise the alarm” with the staff to see if they can’t be retrieved… all the while, I’m looking at the last pair of shoes sitting there at the door, and thinking about what a coincidence it is that they look like my other pair of shoes that I usually wear with………… oh.
P.P.S. At one point Ms. Lexie asked if I would be stalking her… a valid question, to be sure, and something she is definitely worthy of. But I didn’t have the heart to tell her that stalking capacity is very limited right now, and the target list is getting pretty long, so she would just have to take her turn like everyone else…
* No salads were tossed in the making of this adventure.
