So I never really had the chance to make a first post yet, but what could bring me out of my shell? You guessed it, my time with Sexy Spinner. Some finer gentlemanly review points:
Communication: This is the first thing I noticed that really made her stand out to me in the crowd. She really professional, and that means responsive to my texts, and straight forward / no games.
Skills/Menu: Her cooking skills are bar none, and ate a full menu to satisfy my appetite.
Looks: Gorgeous girl, with the body to match. Her name fits, no doubt about it.
Less gentlemanly, but a noteworthy addendum. I noticed she basically jumped right in to the session instead of trying to make prolonged small talk to kill the time like many SPs I’ve encountered do. This was a MAJOR turn on to me. And normally, I consider myself a marathon man, but I was shocked to find that by a half an hour in to an hour long session, I could not take it anymore! But like a trooper, I managed to put in another ten minutes or so, but was feeling too good. Hallelujah. Sweet Jesus. At the end of this, I was embarrassingly weak in the knees, bumping in to things on the way out like a bull in a china shop.
Repeat? No doubt about it.
Communication: This is the first thing I noticed that really made her stand out to me in the crowd. She really professional, and that means responsive to my texts, and straight forward / no games.
Skills/Menu: Her cooking skills are bar none, and ate a full menu to satisfy my appetite.
Looks: Gorgeous girl, with the body to match. Her name fits, no doubt about it.
Less gentlemanly, but a noteworthy addendum. I noticed she basically jumped right in to the session instead of trying to make prolonged small talk to kill the time like many SPs I’ve encountered do. This was a MAJOR turn on to me. And normally, I consider myself a marathon man, but I was shocked to find that by a half an hour in to an hour long session, I could not take it anymore! But like a trooper, I managed to put in another ten minutes or so, but was feeling too good. Hallelujah. Sweet Jesus. At the end of this, I was embarrassingly weak in the knees, bumping in to things on the way out like a bull in a china shop.
Repeat? No doubt about it.
