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I’ve always had a thing for English women. Especially the down to earth fun women I’d meet on my journeys in the Greek Islands or partying at Ibiza in a different lifetime.
Naturally when I came across the profile of Jennifer Love on Scarlet Blue, I was determined to make her acquaintance.
I first contacted Jennifer in March as she was about to embark on a Melbourne tour. No need to explain what happened as I’m sure most of you can tell a similar story of covid intervention and border closures and having to resort to porn and self gratification to fill the void.
The opening up of the borders I’m sure has been greeted with great joy equally by clients and courtesans alike as things slowly return to normal (we hope). For me it meant that after several false starts, I would finally get to meet Jennifer Love on her latest tour to Melbourne.
I had booked to see her for a lunch date and as I approached our meeting place, I wondered if all she promised through her profile could possibly be delivered. I also couldn’t wait to hear her speak. Though the covid-inspired delays, cancellations and reschedules had meant we had been in an unusual amount of contact for the escort-client relationship, it had been by text. She promised me she had a very strong London accent, this made me more excited.
I walked into the lobby and there on my right sat a beautiful blonde woman. Perfectly attired in a soft summer dress that flowed to her ankles but was tight enough to show off her amazing curves. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail that meant her stunning facial features were more evident than normal, though they would be hard to miss at any time. Her gorgeous brown eyes beckoned me towards her and immediately I thought of the Van Morrison classic.
Then she spoke.
I felt like Homer Simpson at the all you can eat buffet. There it was. Complete. My English rose. Stunningly beautiful. A body built for sex. An accent that took me back to those travelling days.
Immediately I felt at ease and sensed that the feeling was mutual. We enjoyed a light Japanese lunch where conversation flowed with ease and innuendo blossomed, blossomed into action. We were so keen to get back to her apartment that we skipped a course and called an Uber.
Once we arrived, we relaxed over a beer and the connection got deeper. After a while, I jumped in the shower, thinking how lucky I was to finally meet Jennifer.
When I exited the shower, Jennifer was laying on her bed by the window where we could see the outside world but they couldn’t see us. Well if they could, I didn’t really care. She was wearing Agent Provocateur lingerie better than any of their models ever do.
I dropped my towel but it got stuck, hanging on the end of my penis which was now rock hard.
I won’t go into further details other than to say, Jennifer oozes sex. She lives it. Breathes it and dispenses it with a passion and enthusiasm that will have you begging for an extension and craving for more.
Now I’m not going to promise you that you too will have the connection with her that I had on a spiritual level, you may, and if you do you will realise how lucky I am. What I will promise you is that whether out in public or writhing uncontrollably in ecstasy in her bed, time spent with Jennifer Love will make you feel like the there is no one else in the world that can give you that same experience.
I can’t wait to see her again.
Naturally when I came across the profile of Jennifer Love on Scarlet Blue, I was determined to make her acquaintance.
I first contacted Jennifer in March as she was about to embark on a Melbourne tour. No need to explain what happened as I’m sure most of you can tell a similar story of covid intervention and border closures and having to resort to porn and self gratification to fill the void.
The opening up of the borders I’m sure has been greeted with great joy equally by clients and courtesans alike as things slowly return to normal (we hope). For me it meant that after several false starts, I would finally get to meet Jennifer Love on her latest tour to Melbourne.
I had booked to see her for a lunch date and as I approached our meeting place, I wondered if all she promised through her profile could possibly be delivered. I also couldn’t wait to hear her speak. Though the covid-inspired delays, cancellations and reschedules had meant we had been in an unusual amount of contact for the escort-client relationship, it had been by text. She promised me she had a very strong London accent, this made me more excited.
I walked into the lobby and there on my right sat a beautiful blonde woman. Perfectly attired in a soft summer dress that flowed to her ankles but was tight enough to show off her amazing curves. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail that meant her stunning facial features were more evident than normal, though they would be hard to miss at any time. Her gorgeous brown eyes beckoned me towards her and immediately I thought of the Van Morrison classic.
Then she spoke.
I felt like Homer Simpson at the all you can eat buffet. There it was. Complete. My English rose. Stunningly beautiful. A body built for sex. An accent that took me back to those travelling days.
Immediately I felt at ease and sensed that the feeling was mutual. We enjoyed a light Japanese lunch where conversation flowed with ease and innuendo blossomed, blossomed into action. We were so keen to get back to her apartment that we skipped a course and called an Uber.
Once we arrived, we relaxed over a beer and the connection got deeper. After a while, I jumped in the shower, thinking how lucky I was to finally meet Jennifer.
When I exited the shower, Jennifer was laying on her bed by the window where we could see the outside world but they couldn’t see us. Well if they could, I didn’t really care. She was wearing Agent Provocateur lingerie better than any of their models ever do.
I dropped my towel but it got stuck, hanging on the end of my penis which was now rock hard.
I won’t go into further details other than to say, Jennifer oozes sex. She lives it. Breathes it and dispenses it with a passion and enthusiasm that will have you begging for an extension and craving for more.
Now I’m not going to promise you that you too will have the connection with her that I had on a spiritual level, you may, and if you do you will realise how lucky I am. What I will promise you is that whether out in public or writhing uncontrollably in ecstasy in her bed, time spent with Jennifer Love will make you feel like the there is no one else in the world that can give you that same experience.
I can’t wait to see her again.
