I was musing about her terb sig/pic while waiting for Amber in the lobby. That luscious lumbar curve that blends into that dainty derriere, when she walked over to greet me. I was mesmerized by the gait. On those 6 inch stilettos you might take her for a cat-walk model at an haute couturrier in Milan or Paris. But the image in my mind was more of a young thorough-bred Arabian in early spring, prancing around to impress her favorite stallion. Up the iniquitous Otis invention, behind locked doors, and she was out of the gates and off to the races. I was thinking of steely thighs and velvet hands, and boy was I wrong.
In order to appreciate and enjoy Amber's company one has to clue in to the two art forms that she has mastered: erotic dancing and fucking. In the combo form she is an artist without equal; a veritable Pablo Picasso of her domain. As I said, one of a kind.
My recollection of our encounter is a whirlwind. Started with me standing on the floor, buck naked, and Amber twirling and twisting, using me as a strippers' pole. Some clasping and kissing, taunting me with those magnificent boobs but easily sliding away as I lunged. Perhaps she noticed the disappointment and soon returned with a kiss and a hug and thus the song ends. She seats me on a sofa and rushes off for a change in costume and a new song. For the next number she returns with some diaphanous veils whirling and turning like a Mevlevi dervesh and making me wonder if she is playing Salome or Schehrezade. And then she does this amazing move where she is balancing herself horizontally on the back of a sofa, using it as a fulcrum under her midriff, her mouth clasped around my cock, eyes gazing into mine, her hands on my thighs and she is doing push ups. And oops there I went and made a mess of things. She shushes me off to the bathroom for a clean up and disappears again for a change. And so it went on with different songs and varied get ups until this filly decided to show me who was the rider and who the mount. The music was becoming thunderous and her movements increasingly vigorous as I noted the liquid glaze in her eyes which soon closed, the brow furrowed, the mouth clenched and the smile a grimace as her shoulders shimmered and abdomen heaved as she put me through her own paces. No velvet hands for her as she gripped my shoulders and took me along with her as the song ended in its final crescendo. Then she collapsed on my chest both of us perspiring profusely.
What a woman and what a performer. We ended up chatting for a while and she is remarkably easy to converse with. She offered me one of those high energy drinks but I settled for plain water as she finished a couple of them. Don't remember if I stayed for 90 mins or 2 hours as neither was heeding the clock.
As I said: Amber is one of a kind.
Request to the party or parties threatening/harassing/hacking her. Please cease and desist. She is too valuable a member of the Durham community. We don't want to lose her.
In order to appreciate and enjoy Amber's company one has to clue in to the two art forms that she has mastered: erotic dancing and fucking. In the combo form she is an artist without equal; a veritable Pablo Picasso of her domain. As I said, one of a kind.
My recollection of our encounter is a whirlwind. Started with me standing on the floor, buck naked, and Amber twirling and twisting, using me as a strippers' pole. Some clasping and kissing, taunting me with those magnificent boobs but easily sliding away as I lunged. Perhaps she noticed the disappointment and soon returned with a kiss and a hug and thus the song ends. She seats me on a sofa and rushes off for a change in costume and a new song. For the next number she returns with some diaphanous veils whirling and turning like a Mevlevi dervesh and making me wonder if she is playing Salome or Schehrezade. And then she does this amazing move where she is balancing herself horizontally on the back of a sofa, using it as a fulcrum under her midriff, her mouth clasped around my cock, eyes gazing into mine, her hands on my thighs and she is doing push ups. And oops there I went and made a mess of things. She shushes me off to the bathroom for a clean up and disappears again for a change. And so it went on with different songs and varied get ups until this filly decided to show me who was the rider and who the mount. The music was becoming thunderous and her movements increasingly vigorous as I noted the liquid glaze in her eyes which soon closed, the brow furrowed, the mouth clenched and the smile a grimace as her shoulders shimmered and abdomen heaved as she put me through her own paces. No velvet hands for her as she gripped my shoulders and took me along with her as the song ended in its final crescendo. Then she collapsed on my chest both of us perspiring profusely.
What a woman and what a performer. We ended up chatting for a while and she is remarkably easy to converse with. She offered me one of those high energy drinks but I settled for plain water as she finished a couple of them. Don't remember if I stayed for 90 mins or 2 hours as neither was heeding the clock.
As I said: Amber is one of a kind.
Request to the party or parties threatening/harassing/hacking her. Please cease and desist. She is too valuable a member of the Durham community. We don't want to lose her.
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