I called the agency to set up the meeting. I wasn’t sure who I wanted to see. They asked me how I liked my women. Feeling like a mystery was unfolding and like James Bond, I told them “shaven, not furred”. I heard him talking to a girl in the background. I let him know I wanted dinner and dessert. I told him I would be willing to pay the normal rate, but wanted 10% off. He paused for a moment, seeming confused by the math. He asked the girl in the background “ If you were offered normal hourly rates for a dinner date minus ten percent, how much would you take off?" She thought for a minute and then replied, "Everything but my earrings." I knew we were in for a great adventure…

When she arrived, her incredible body and beautiful eyes made me grin. I felt my heart race a bit. As we moved closer towards each other, she captured each of my senses. Her sweet scent made me take a deep breath. Her soft silky skin caused goose bumps to tremble up my right arm as I touched her. As I kissed her cheek, her taste caused my head to stay snuggled in her neck. As she spoke my name and said hello, it was like a choir of angels…nah, too corny. How about…As she spoke my name, it was like a feline purring in the heat of the night. Yea, that’s better.

Did I mention her touch? You ever just feel like you met a “sweet” girl? Not a player or someone indifferent by the number of gentleman they have seen. Not a fake overdone smile and laugh. But a sincere warm smile. That was how it felt when she delivered it. Already I knew that just for her touch, her scent, he warmth, that even Ray Charles would say she is a “must see”.

I don’t like to highlight when a woman is submissive – they don’t like that term. But she waited on me with the expertise of a geisha. Offered to pour wine. Walked around the room lighting candles (I had mentioned my sensitivity to red ones so she did not light any of those). And she sat down next to me and unbuttoned the top button on my shirt. One handed, while her other hand went to my hair and she began to stroke it. That’s when it happened. A soft, slow kiss (LFK) . Followed by soft slow touches and moving to deeper kissing (DFK). I knew I was going to be casseroled  (meaning to be done slowly for a long time). And my breathing started to become irregular as my willy turned into a William. She was intuitive and did not have to ask what I wanted. She immediately slid her hand lower and began to un-belt me. And asked if we could head to the bedroom. My eyes were already partially dreamy as I stood up. She backed up against me and did a slow grind. Her butt to my crotch. Yup, all was good in the hood.

She sat me down on the edge of the bed and finished un-pants’ing me. She asked me what I did. I told her I was a SNAG (Single New Age Guy). I asked her. She said she used to be a wife, “You know -  Wash, Iron, Fuc$, Etc.”. Wow, she could think well on her feet, but I was more interested in her being off of them.

As she slid down and proceeded to swallow my manhood (BBBJ), she paused for and  said “I am going to tell all the girls how HUGE you are!” I said, “Hey look, I am on a diet ok.” We both laughed.. (obligatory comment on my greatness).

Moving slowly, it took no time – could have been minutes or hours – to make me explode. She excused herself for a moment and was back with a washcloth and smile. She slid in bed next to me, and (did I mention she got naked?) I rubbed up next to her and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

I proceeded to listen to her breathing. Feel her slightest movements, tasting the heat turning very hot on her lips, so I slowly moved down and proceeded to enjoy her (DATY). After several minutes, she told me she had three O’s. Well, she also mentioned it was the day before and I wasn’t there. You win some and lose some in this hobby. So I slid up and held her for a while. She put on Protection, that new CD from…no…that’s lame. She covered me up because I was aching to be on top of her so I could look into these beautiful eyes and kiss those beautiful lips. I entered her mish and began a slow steady deep push. Slight movement left and right. I began to think she was an Optimist because she kept moaning “Yes, Yes, Yes!”. As I moved, I could feel our rhythms connect. As I changed my rhythm, I began to think she was confused because she started screaming “Yes, No, Yes, Yes, NO!, YES!!. After several minutes more, I began to think she was religious because she began to say “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!”. Well, that took me to heaven myself.

Her body is truly a wonderland. Incredible curves . A heart shaped butt. A steady constant touch. Tenderness redefined. Paradise undiscovered. The kind of lady we think of marrying. Well, at least having every night. Heck, once a week would be enough. Why ruin a good relationship. Once I found out she didn’t bowl, it was over for me anyway.

Too many thoughts pass through my mind. It was only a dream anyway. A wonderful one at that.  I woke up with a smile. And had felt a deep connection in my slumber as good as any real world experience. Dreams can be grand. The star was our own Sterling St. John. But since it was only a dream, she cannot get a review…