Boston
Hey Guys,
This weekend I made a set of great new candid images for my website, wrote another 3000-word maddening but lovable blog entry. I put together some clever ad copy, planned to send out a newsletter, the email timed to coincide at midnight with my calendar update and twelve-hour shift monitoring website traffic & reservation requests
My friends know I can get very intense about this shit for a reason incomprehensible them after one session or one hundred: I just like it. Love this business, love sex, love passion and uncertainty- wish I didn't so that I could return to some semblance of a "normal" life safely.
I grow increasingly aware of my infinite sexuality constantly, I'm intelligent and intuitive.
I love a client who is as excited by the rawness of these encounters as I.
If your climax involves not only how your body feels but where you are, your concept of who you're with...the totality of an "experience", something not had easily or frequently...
I'm the one. Or one of the ones.
The promise of predictability is good, the potential for seduction is better.
Anyway, I had a couple of glasses of wine, painted my nails and became sleepy.
I will complete absolutely not one single task on that list.
Just remember my name, I'm Ally. Nearly everyone who finds a reason to finally getting around to seeing me either becomes an instantaneously devoted lover of all things Ally or continues to admire the way I do my thing from afar, never forgetting the way that I smiled.
Have a great night....and I'll get around to those updates.
Love,
Ally
[*PS- Come on! You gotta admit- that was pretty fuckin' good. Except for the part where I wrote all of those words.*]
Because I make all sorts of candids with trick angles to keep you guessing for like, hours.
...And that is when the shit gets real : )
You came to my first off-campus apartment because I was too scared to visit a hotel or perform an outcall? Our 6 or 7a appointment flooded by a lot of light at dawn? Mediocre skills, a questionable sense of coordination but a VERY high level of enthusiasm? That Cowgirl finish was like, my first ever! You looked like you were doing okay so I just settled on that speed and motion.
Wow, can't believe that was five years ago, still remember every detail, as well as our reunion during my first stay in here in 2007 (thank you to those who are still with me).
When I was in Atlanta you said I should visit Boston, over a year before I had any concept of touring or would attempt it...
You do realize....this is all your fault, yes? LOL!
Love,
Ally
P.S.
Not so fast Quequeg:
Wipe that shit-eating-grin off your face because you were unforgettable.
You're officially on blast for neglecting me.
It was that damn Angie Renee Experience, no Grace, wasn't it? I'm happy to be a local in the company of the other fabulous locals (after having survived my hazing).
But that doesn't mean you should forget about lil' old me 
.
Don't be a stranger and don't be sheepish-
I love to reintroduce the wayward to the
Ultimate Happiness or convince the few who weren't sure about me during the first encounter.
Lets become reacquainted and I'll demonstrate the growth in skill I've made during the absence of each other, k?
The curiosities of a 22 year-old have been replaced by the dark magic of an unapologetically hedonistic 27 year-old...you're going to like it.
See you soon : )
XXX
A
