Matt hardy Brand
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Sometimes you want something different.
It might be something as small as chocolate instead of vanilla ice cream. A pearl onion instead of an olive in your martini. But sometimes you want a big change. To shake off the old. Ring in the new. To make things fresh and clean again.
Recently, I felt that way a little about the hobby. I wanted to shake things up recently. To rattle the old order. I was looking for the SP equivalent of Martin Luther to change things around. Except in this case, unlike Luther, I really wanted to purchase an indulgence. An indulgence of the sins of the flesh, as it were.
I knew I wanted something different. I just didn't know what it was.
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I've known about Vanessa Kelly for years. She started out in the hobby about the same time I did. Her outrageous ads as her alter ego, the Doctor Kelly (Ph.D, SHRD) would often bring a smile to my face or a gentle chuckle. She didn't post much outside of her ads, but what I did see I enjoyed. It showed a wacky sense of humor and a sense that she was laid back and fun-loving. And of course, I noticed the glowing reviews of her and that certain specialty of hers. But she was yet another one of the Vancouver ladies that though I admired, I figured I would never get the opportunity to meet.
She has been touring frequently for some time now. Unfortunately, I would sometimes miss her by days on my occasional trips to Calgary. But luckily for me, she's recently added Winnipeg to her tour stops. I received one of her recent e-mail newsletters with interest. She was coming to Winnipeg! Evidently she had been to Winnipeg before, but I had clearly been hiding under a rock as somehow I had missed these times.
The good doctor Kelly tempted me sorely. But there was a little something extra this time. This time, she was touring with a travelling companion and duo partner. I really knew precious little about Jessie. At the time, I only had seen a brief review and a few small photos of her.
I'm still not sure why it was that her duo partner caught my eye. Perhaps it was the photos of her pretty milkmaid-innocent angelic face on a lightly tattooed body that were on Vanessa's site. Perhaps it was the review that claimed that she was a much younger but equally skilled protege of Vanessa.
Though I've had a couple of duos in the past, they are not something that I normally seek out. I tend to have solo sessions, to repeat with the same lady. Develop a high comfort level and a sense of familiarity over several visits. Duos are all about high voltage fun and not so much a sense of connection. But somehow I felt the time was right. Perhaps this was the change I was looking for.
So that is how I came to book a duo for their Winnipeg visit.
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It was a hot and sticky July day when I arrived at the nice downtown hotel where they were staying. I was frazzled from the heat and futzing around with a recalcitrant parking meter. I also had the usual jitters before a first meeting. But when I walked into that air-conditioned hotel lobby, I felt that I could breathe again. My nervousness was gone and I could feel my confidence rise on the elevator ride to their floor.
A gentle knock on the door. After a moment's pause, the peephole in the door darkened momentarily. The door swung open and it was Jessie. I walked through the doorway and saw that she was tall- 5' 11" in bare feet, curvy, and just as pretty as her pictures had made her out to be. She gave me a quick hug and explained that Vanessa was busy for a moment. I sat on the sofa with her and we chatted for a little while. She was supposed to be shy, but I had her smiling and chuckling in short order. It was all too short a chat when the door to the bedroom swung open and the other lady of the hour burst in.
Vanessa is very well reviewed and she's posted many photos of herself through the years. But it was still gratifying to see the flat images made flesh, to see her stride up to me and give me a hug and a so terribly delicious kiss. She looks just as good has her pictures, and feels even better. Suffice to say that she is multilingual as far as osculatory skills are involved. Actually, both Vanessa and Jessie are delightful kissers, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
I thought that we might chat a bit, but Vanessa had other ideas. Both she and Jessie promptly started to undress me rather aggressively, but it was kind of cute to see Vanessa neatly fold my clothes and lay them on a chair behind her after each article was removed. We small talked and her persona was as her ads- brash, larger than life, but with a twinkle in her eyes that told me that her tongue was planted firmly in her cheek. These wonderful ladies had me down to the skin in next to no time and they led me to the washroom where they alternately rubbed and caressed me, kissed me and generally kept me distracted as Jessie soaped up little Birdie. It was one of the more memorable pre-session preamble washups I think I've ever received, equal to a long-ago accompanied shower that is still fresh in my mind. Vanessa excused herself and unwisely left me alone with Jessie, and I made the most of the opportunity by whispering what I was going to do with her in her ear. Her eyes widened, and she looked like a kitty about to devour her captive little bird- after playing with him, of course.
Jessie led me to the bed and I lay between the ladies. They took turns, Vanessa demonstrating her well-advertised specialty and Jessie putting theory into practice under Vanessa's tutelage. They were both wonderful. I would be happy growing old and grey under the mouths and attention of either of these ladies. They both were almost telepathic as to what I really enjoyed most, and I definitely noticed that neither lady had a trace of a gag reflex.
Some duo aficionados treasure interactivity in their sessions. They may well be interactive on request, but with me these ladies spent the entire time focused on me, making me feel like a king. I definitely had no complaints there. I enjoyed Vanessa's wacky sense of humor. We laughed over a reference to a long-ago children's TV show, and we laughed again at the young Jessie's puzzlement over the reference. That sums it up, I think. A wonderful time spent sucking, fucking, and some really good laughs.
It was an utterly delightful duo, easily the best I've had in my admittedly very limited experience with them. I'd be thrilled to repeat the experience, but I think that I'd also jump at the chance to see either of these ladies solo. I don't believe that Jessie is available for solo sessions at least yet, though.
We'll meet again. I'm sure of it.
http://vanessakelly.massage4body.com/
It might be something as small as chocolate instead of vanilla ice cream. A pearl onion instead of an olive in your martini. But sometimes you want a big change. To shake off the old. Ring in the new. To make things fresh and clean again.
Recently, I felt that way a little about the hobby. I wanted to shake things up recently. To rattle the old order. I was looking for the SP equivalent of Martin Luther to change things around. Except in this case, unlike Luther, I really wanted to purchase an indulgence. An indulgence of the sins of the flesh, as it were.
I knew I wanted something different. I just didn't know what it was.
------------------------------------------||------------------------------------------
I've known about Vanessa Kelly for years. She started out in the hobby about the same time I did. Her outrageous ads as her alter ego, the Doctor Kelly (Ph.D, SHRD) would often bring a smile to my face or a gentle chuckle. She didn't post much outside of her ads, but what I did see I enjoyed. It showed a wacky sense of humor and a sense that she was laid back and fun-loving. And of course, I noticed the glowing reviews of her and that certain specialty of hers. But she was yet another one of the Vancouver ladies that though I admired, I figured I would never get the opportunity to meet.
She has been touring frequently for some time now. Unfortunately, I would sometimes miss her by days on my occasional trips to Calgary. But luckily for me, she's recently added Winnipeg to her tour stops. I received one of her recent e-mail newsletters with interest. She was coming to Winnipeg! Evidently she had been to Winnipeg before, but I had clearly been hiding under a rock as somehow I had missed these times.
The good doctor Kelly tempted me sorely. But there was a little something extra this time. This time, she was touring with a travelling companion and duo partner. I really knew precious little about Jessie. At the time, I only had seen a brief review and a few small photos of her.
I'm still not sure why it was that her duo partner caught my eye. Perhaps it was the photos of her pretty milkmaid-innocent angelic face on a lightly tattooed body that were on Vanessa's site. Perhaps it was the review that claimed that she was a much younger but equally skilled protege of Vanessa.
Though I've had a couple of duos in the past, they are not something that I normally seek out. I tend to have solo sessions, to repeat with the same lady. Develop a high comfort level and a sense of familiarity over several visits. Duos are all about high voltage fun and not so much a sense of connection. But somehow I felt the time was right. Perhaps this was the change I was looking for.
So that is how I came to book a duo for their Winnipeg visit.
------------------------------------------||------------------------------------------
It was a hot and sticky July day when I arrived at the nice downtown hotel where they were staying. I was frazzled from the heat and futzing around with a recalcitrant parking meter. I also had the usual jitters before a first meeting. But when I walked into that air-conditioned hotel lobby, I felt that I could breathe again. My nervousness was gone and I could feel my confidence rise on the elevator ride to their floor.
A gentle knock on the door. After a moment's pause, the peephole in the door darkened momentarily. The door swung open and it was Jessie. I walked through the doorway and saw that she was tall- 5' 11" in bare feet, curvy, and just as pretty as her pictures had made her out to be. She gave me a quick hug and explained that Vanessa was busy for a moment. I sat on the sofa with her and we chatted for a little while. She was supposed to be shy, but I had her smiling and chuckling in short order. It was all too short a chat when the door to the bedroom swung open and the other lady of the hour burst in.
Vanessa is very well reviewed and she's posted many photos of herself through the years. But it was still gratifying to see the flat images made flesh, to see her stride up to me and give me a hug and a so terribly delicious kiss. She looks just as good has her pictures, and feels even better. Suffice to say that she is multilingual as far as osculatory skills are involved. Actually, both Vanessa and Jessie are delightful kissers, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
I thought that we might chat a bit, but Vanessa had other ideas. Both she and Jessie promptly started to undress me rather aggressively, but it was kind of cute to see Vanessa neatly fold my clothes and lay them on a chair behind her after each article was removed. We small talked and her persona was as her ads- brash, larger than life, but with a twinkle in her eyes that told me that her tongue was planted firmly in her cheek. These wonderful ladies had me down to the skin in next to no time and they led me to the washroom where they alternately rubbed and caressed me, kissed me and generally kept me distracted as Jessie soaped up little Birdie. It was one of the more memorable pre-session preamble washups I think I've ever received, equal to a long-ago accompanied shower that is still fresh in my mind. Vanessa excused herself and unwisely left me alone with Jessie, and I made the most of the opportunity by whispering what I was going to do with her in her ear. Her eyes widened, and she looked like a kitty about to devour her captive little bird- after playing with him, of course.
Jessie led me to the bed and I lay between the ladies. They took turns, Vanessa demonstrating her well-advertised specialty and Jessie putting theory into practice under Vanessa's tutelage. They were both wonderful. I would be happy growing old and grey under the mouths and attention of either of these ladies. They both were almost telepathic as to what I really enjoyed most, and I definitely noticed that neither lady had a trace of a gag reflex.
Some duo aficionados treasure interactivity in their sessions. They may well be interactive on request, but with me these ladies spent the entire time focused on me, making me feel like a king. I definitely had no complaints there. I enjoyed Vanessa's wacky sense of humor. We laughed over a reference to a long-ago children's TV show, and we laughed again at the young Jessie's puzzlement over the reference. That sums it up, I think. A wonderful time spent sucking, fucking, and some really good laughs.
It was an utterly delightful duo, easily the best I've had in my admittedly very limited experience with them. I'd be thrilled to repeat the experience, but I think that I'd also jump at the chance to see either of these ladies solo. I don't believe that Jessie is available for solo sessions at least yet, though.
We'll meet again. I'm sure of it.
http://vanessakelly.massage4body.com/