An experience you will never forget
You booked your rendezvous. You counted down the days until we meet and they day is finally here. We meet at my place. It’s warm, welcoming and smells of cinnamon cookies. And although there are cookies you're welcome to the main attraction is standing before you. A gentle smile on my face as I greet you, more authentic kindness than you'd expect from a Las Vegas escort... My hands slipping over your shoulders to help ease your coat off you. After we get settled in the living room with easy introductions and small talk my legs are over your lap. My hand on your chest. Gently pawing as our vibrant conversation dips into more intimate territory. Eventually our lips desire to do more than sprout words. We kiss. Deeply and slowly, taking our time for each other's pleasure as our tongues get to know one another.
Once our lips are hot and swollen from the overstimulation we part and decide to take advantage of the young night. I have a favorite restaurant I know you'd love and that's exactly where I bring you. Dim lights, a private booth, food you won't soon forget. We end it with a shared dessert.
When we finally head back, it's dark outside. My home saves us from the Las Vegas dry and I escort you up to the master bedroom. Prepared with essential oils easing and simultaneously stimulating your senses, candles ready to be lit and a plush bed ready to share. While you're shedding extra layers I go to the bathroom to freshen up and slip into something more comfortable… something that wraps around my chocolate skin like a silken wrapper ready to pull off.
We’re skin to skin, our lips back against one another’s. The playful teasing from our earlier dinner catching up on us with fervor. Now we can’t keep our hands off each other. I know where to touch you and how. The taste of my tongue and the velvet touch of my hands is something that’ll curl your toes for nights to come. My moans will haunt you in your nights without me. Pleasure reached without my body against yours won’t be equatable. In the morning, when you leave that envelope on my bedside table, you’ll already miss me.