testimonials for Gigi St Clair

In every cloud there is a silver lining. I was going to Melbourne - keen to see my regular SB lady. I was surprised she hadn't answered texts and figured that she was bored with me so I began to search for someone else. I came across Gigi St Clair but didn't call because I was still hoping for my regular SB lady - even though Gigi's site was a delight. The photos, the narrative, the style, the finesse and the technological wizardry of her private site revealed a woman that I was sure I could spend a dinner and a romp with. The day before I was to go to Melbourne, my regular texted to tell me she was hospitalised and was sorry we couldn't meet. I was sorry for her but I was also sorry for myself. How to cure the sorrow? Call Gigi!

I booked a restaurant. She came a little late because of traffic due to mayhem in the city but she texted me throughout and I could see from the texts that she was stressed for me rather than herself. She was a great dinner companion - we laughed, we debated, we shared, we sparred, she listened, she told - and then we went to the hotel room to twine. I'm a man who likes the journey more than the destination - slow and steady, the kiss as much as the bang, the touch as much as the friction. Eventually I had my climax and she had a few herself - judging by the tremors that are hard to fake. I was happy, Gigi was happy, we were happy. Its always sad to say good-bye but all things come to an end and best they end before they become tiresome.

Had Picasso laid his carnal eyes on Gigi St Clair, I expect he would have put down his paintbrush for a mutual ravishing of body and mind - then paint her soul. Alas, who will I see next time I'm in Melbourne? My ex-regular or Gigi. A two-some? Undoubtedly the best possible reason to want to be a billionaire!