I really debated myself about writing this review. I always try and sleep on such things and believe it will be better in the morning but in this case I just couldn't.
As you all know and if you don't you should, no one is a bigger fan of Ms. Victoria Jolie than myself. She is bright, witty, smart, sexy, a genuinely nice person not to mention a hell cat in bed. She is one of a few SP's I've met over the years I'd be tempted to get involved with personally (if she was into 50+ bald guys with a bit of a belly
LOL).
But last night something happened that may have changed all that.
We met at her hotel. Her once again looking stunning in some fabulous lingerie. She greeted me with a passionate kiss as if greeting her lover after a long absence. Without going into all the details the visit was exquisite. We talked, we laughed, we shared our opinions on numerous subjects as well as some wine. The sex was fabulous.
As I walked across the parking lot, as satisfied and spent as I was I felt a little unusual. You know, that funny little feeling that you were missing something. I couldn't figure it out but it just felt like some little thing was lacking. I tried to put it out of my mind telling myself it was probably just the reality of returning to my hum drum life and it would be weeks before seeing her again.
Then as I drove away it dawned on me. I slammed on the brakes and clutched the steering wheel as the harsh reality hit me full in the face.
I didn't get a freakin' smoothie!
Cheers
As you all know and if you don't you should, no one is a bigger fan of Ms. Victoria Jolie than myself. She is bright, witty, smart, sexy, a genuinely nice person not to mention a hell cat in bed. She is one of a few SP's I've met over the years I'd be tempted to get involved with personally (if she was into 50+ bald guys with a bit of a belly
LOL).But last night something happened that may have changed all that.
We met at her hotel. Her once again looking stunning in some fabulous lingerie. She greeted me with a passionate kiss as if greeting her lover after a long absence. Without going into all the details the visit was exquisite. We talked, we laughed, we shared our opinions on numerous subjects as well as some wine. The sex was fabulous.
As I walked across the parking lot, as satisfied and spent as I was I felt a little unusual. You know, that funny little feeling that you were missing something. I couldn't figure it out but it just felt like some little thing was lacking. I tried to put it out of my mind telling myself it was probably just the reality of returning to my hum drum life and it would be weeks before seeing her again.
Then as I drove away it dawned on me. I slammed on the brakes and clutched the steering wheel as the harsh reality hit me full in the face.
I didn't get a freakin' smoothie!
Cheers
