Review: Candy Cane

General Details

I’d grown jaded. Blasé. After nearly two decades in and out of the game, I’m felling pretty sure that the “hobby” has shown me everything. Well, I stand corrected.

SO, I’m at a birthday party the Penthouse Club, when one of my good hobbyist friends waives me over to a booth where he’s sitting with some women I haven’t seen before. I make eye contact with the blonde on the right and from twenty feet away I can feel her intense sensuality as the hairs on the back of my neck stand tingling. She’s the total package-hourglass figure with dangerous curves and a playful expression that says this could be very interesting.

“Jack, this is Candy”, my friend says, and I realize I am sitting next to THE AZ Candy Cane. Having briefly viewed her various web sites over the years, but never meeting her personally, I’m more than intrigued. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a while”, I say in my best nonchalant tone, at which point she takes my hands in hers, brown eyes sparkling and leans in to kiss my cheek. The charge of her lips is like being hit in the face with a brick, and I know instantly that I am in for a real adventure!

After some hand holding and small talk (of which I can remember little detail, transfixed by her smoldering gaze), she announces that she wants to meet at a local club for a drink. As the rest of the partygoers are dispersing, and I am curious to see where this is going, I agree. We arrive at the club for some drinks and dancing, where I’m treated to more sensual and erotic tantalization from this bewitching woman. When she brushes her lips ever so softly across mine for the first of many fabulous kisses (best...kisser...ever!) and declares “I am taking you home with me”. The effect is mind numbing, and as my parents didn’t raise any stupid children, I nod mutely and follow her out. VIP’s read on...