Review: Erica the Fox

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Living outside of Toronto, I hadn’t seen Erica in a while. A mishap she had resulted in a sprained ankle which disrupted a planned date some time previously. However, just by chance on the eve on my visit to the city in October, she had emailed me out of the blue to see how I was doing. (My recent emails to her must have evaporated into cyberspace, but I had thought that perhaps I'd be out of luck, so it was really lucky to get her email.) It was a delight to hear from her. I took advantage of Erica’s thoughtful gesture to ask for a date and she enthusiastically responded. Erica takes in-calls only, a system that I was comfortable with. Upon arriving in Toronto, we connected again via phone, confirming details as she is often away on the weekends. She laughed as her call caught me in a movie theatre lobby. Our date was for the next afternoon. Her condo is easy to reach by cab. Upon checking in on the ground floor, I whisked up to her apartment. She answered the door, swathed seductively in an attractive robe and lingerie. She received me with a deep hug and expressed thanks for the New Zealand white wine I had brought, a favourite of hers. We took to her sofa, where she already had some wine chilling. We clinked glasses. Her apartment is warm and inviting, much like the lady herself. She is tall, blonde and full-bodied. The photos on her website do not exaggerate. She is one attractive lady. Erica is also an excellent conversationalist and we chatted on and on, bringing ourselves up to date, given that it had been a year since our unfortunately postponed rendezvous. More chat and more wine. We were totally at ease. Then she demurely moved closer to me. “Let’s start, shall we?” she purred, with a smile, as her arm came ‘round me as we embraced and began to kiss.