Review: Morgan Taylor

General Details

Morgan is the mythical girl next door that no one was ever lucky enough to have lived next to. I became attracted to her after seeing her photos and reading her reviews. She seemed to be that special woman that I truly admire. One who embodies beauty, charm, sophistication and fitness. We exchanged a couple of emails and arranged for a meeting the following afternoon. I was a little anxious but should have saved my nervous energy for our encounter. (I could have used it). She gave me directions to her gated condominium complex which was easy to find and is very safe and private. I called her when I was at the gate and she gave me the gate code and her unit number. It was the first time I had heard her voice and I do believe that my heart skipped a beat. When I arrived at her front door, which is at the end of a private path, she opened the door and that was the first time I saw her radiant smile and beautiful face. I knew then that that this was going to be a very special moment in time.

She invited me inside and that was when I felt her welcoming arms and warm body next to mine for the first time. She met me wearing an understated black dress and black heels. She was properly dressed for either an elegant dinner or a corporate board meeting. I had brought some roses and a chilled bottle of wine. After thanking me, she turned and walked toward the kitchen to open the wine and that was when I saw the silhouette of her beautiful figure. She's about 5'6, beautifully proportioned and has a willow waist. She has a fabulous body and her photos are the real thing except she had cut her hair shorter. If anythig, this adds a degree of sophistication to her appearance. In addtion to all of this, I found her to be very intelligent, sensitive, witty and very, very feminine. She has beautiful hands with long delicate fingers but more on that later. I would be proud to have her as a dinner date or better yet, my companion for a weekend get-away. Yes, she has a passport.

It should be noted that her in-call condo would rival the best suite in a five (5) star hotel. It is immaculate and tastefully furnished. She doesn't live there but as she explained to me, this is her office. My office never looked so good. She suggested we sit on her very comfy sofa where we shared some of the wine. As it happens, we had some common interests and experiences to draw from. During a pause in our conversation, she brought her face close to mine and gave me a light, sensual kiss. She has very soft lips and my mind raced to imagine what might lie ahead. We had a little more wine and became more comfortable being with each other and then we had our first DFK. After a few minutes, she asked me what I would like to do. I glanced at her HDTV and since the NFL playoffs were in full swing and for just a split second, I considered asking her to turn on the TV so could watch some football. Not surprisingly, my mind returned to the business at hand and I mumbled something about my desire to be naked next to her in bed. She smiled, took my hand and I followed her upstairs to her bedroom.

As she led me into the bedroom, my initial reaction was that it looked like an ad for Ralph Lauren interiors. It is beautifully furnished and has plush bed coverings and pillows. She had already set the mood with lighted candles, soft music and strategically place condoms on the night stand. There was no mistaking what was in store for me. I asked to use the rest room and when I returned, saw that she had turned down the bed and was lying on it wearing nothing but a welcoming smile. I paused for a brief moment as I wanted to store this beautiful vision in my mental hard drive (so to speak) and then proceeded to join her in bed.