Review: Danielle

General Details

A juicy, voluptuous young woman peeked from behind the door to her incall. Danielle, this vision of succulent loveliness, had agreed to bring to fruition the scandalous dreams of retired high school teacher – me, who you might describe as a bisexual (lesbian) woman, a GILF, a well-ripened fruit, a tart who has snow on her rooftop but whose furnace still blazes. Danielle gave me a kiss on the lips and an inviting hug when she greeted me. With feelings of trepidation, insecurity, and downright uncertainty, I, a novice to the joys of what a dalliance with this enchantress Danielle could bring, finally melted into a pool of roiling sensual anticipation. My imagination turned my brain to steamy fog. Danielle cast her lure and slowly pulled me into her world like I was a reluctant trout on the end of her line.

We first made a connection by email, and after jumping through the vetting hoops, I was granted a visit with Danielle. Even before I was vetted, she maintained an email connection with me, making me feel as if she really wanted to meet me. How nice.

Danielle’s place of assignations is a comfortable condo. You will find a quilted and comfy bed in her boudoir. She supplies you with various drinks and alchoholic beverages. Danielle is also careful to keep the room at whatever temperature you desire; providing for your well-being is one of her specialties. Her bathroom is filled with necessary items for your hygiene and comfort. Even two terrycloth robes to enfold you after your shower hang behind the door.

What’s more, Danielle, before your first meeting with her, requests you complete a survey of your particular wishes, such as the kind of music you prefer, the kind of scents you think pleasant, what she should wear (or not), and so forth. As to what she should wear for me, she wore exactly what I requested: bare feet, a blouse (peek-a-boo) and shorts (peek-a-boo) over her bare skin (ooh, la la). This proves she is a woman who truly wants to please you.

After greeting me at the door, Danielle led me to her bedroom and bed. There we must have spent at least 45 minutes making a strong connection, for me at least. With her words, soft strokes, and deep French kisses, she slowly seduced me. Ahhhhh. . .