Review: Mary Jane

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Honestly, I barely have adequate words – much less a language – to describe my first experience with Mary Jane. Before we met, I read reviews and knew of her prodigious reputation as a provider with multiple personae – a daring, wild and smolderingly sexy woman here, an elegant, pleasingly sensual one there, role-playing childlike and submissive this time, dominant that time, while carnal, coquettish and provocatively naughty in between. For my part, I wasn’t up for a torrid romp. I wanted a slow and tender seduction -- a sweet gambol as genuine as it could be, with a hint of steaminess. I got that from the exquisite and protean Mary Jane. Indeed, I got more. I had sonneted her a while back and then more recently haiku-ed her. So I’d done a bit of verbal wooing. Via email, she agreed to see me at her NW DC apartment -- a place next door to where I lived in another life. A safe, pleasant, neighborhood, perhaps more upscale than when I lived there. And – no small plus -- with plenty of available street parking. I phoned upon arriving and was immediately charmed by her voice on my cell. Warm, cheerful, funny. She gave me the entry code and I reveled hearing her inside my head before even laying eyes on her. It stoked my anticipation as I walked down the hallway, opened the door, entered the delightful studio apartment and saw her ….