Othello
05-16-2002, 11:48 AM
I was recently in Boston and had the chance to meet Leila, a 26 year-old Turkish beauty. She also happened to be visiting Boston (lucky me!). We had some hot, spicy Indian food for dinner, partook of some enjoyable conversation (she is a real GFE), followed by some sensual helpings of the curvaceous 36C-25-36 Leila.
Dinner was a nice intimate setting in a quiet Indian restaurant located on Newbury Street. Leila started with a glass of Merlot. I had a glass of red Zinfandel. When the waiter came to take our entrée order, Leila picked what I would consider the hottest selection on the menu Gosht (Lamb) Vindaloo. Timidly, I ordered Murgh (Chicken) Tikka Marsala, extra mild.
After dinner, I coaxed Leila into my room. I had been eyeing those supple breasts of hers during dinner. She wore a low-cut dress and every time that she would lean forward, they would protrude just enough to get my attention. I will not talk about our defrocking other than to say that it was brief! Leila sat on the edge of the bed, pulled me toward her and began to play Passage to India on my flute. I performed the Dance of the Probing Cobra with my tongue. Leila has the perkiest 36C breasts that I have ever encountered. My head eventually ended up between her thighs. Imagine a small snake darting in and out of crevices. At one point I thought I was hurting Leila. She was moaning like she was in dire pain. Leila reassured me that they were "good moans". I simply turned up the radio volume and continued my exploration.
The time came when I could no longer prolong the foreplay. I just had to have this woman. We had touched. We had probed. Now it was time to meld. It is the moment that I always look forward to. I could see my reflection in Leila's eyes as she lay beneath me, her soft olive skin next to mine, her legs wrapped around me. We performed a slow, gyrating horizontal belly dance.
There is a strong, sensual spirit in Leila. I was able to harness that spirit for a few brief moments. I enjoyed the experience.
I am not sure when I will be able to return to Boston or if I will ever be able to coordinate my schedule with Leila's. There is always the possibility that Leila will eventually find her way to New York.
Dinner was a nice intimate setting in a quiet Indian restaurant located on Newbury Street. Leila started with a glass of Merlot. I had a glass of red Zinfandel. When the waiter came to take our entrée order, Leila picked what I would consider the hottest selection on the menu Gosht (Lamb) Vindaloo. Timidly, I ordered Murgh (Chicken) Tikka Marsala, extra mild.
After dinner, I coaxed Leila into my room. I had been eyeing those supple breasts of hers during dinner. She wore a low-cut dress and every time that she would lean forward, they would protrude just enough to get my attention. I will not talk about our defrocking other than to say that it was brief! Leila sat on the edge of the bed, pulled me toward her and began to play Passage to India on my flute. I performed the Dance of the Probing Cobra with my tongue. Leila has the perkiest 36C breasts that I have ever encountered. My head eventually ended up between her thighs. Imagine a small snake darting in and out of crevices. At one point I thought I was hurting Leila. She was moaning like she was in dire pain. Leila reassured me that they were "good moans". I simply turned up the radio volume and continued my exploration.
The time came when I could no longer prolong the foreplay. I just had to have this woman. We had touched. We had probed. Now it was time to meld. It is the moment that I always look forward to. I could see my reflection in Leila's eyes as she lay beneath me, her soft olive skin next to mine, her legs wrapped around me. We performed a slow, gyrating horizontal belly dance.
There is a strong, sensual spirit in Leila. I was able to harness that spirit for a few brief moments. I enjoyed the experience.
I am not sure when I will be able to return to Boston or if I will ever be able to coordinate my schedule with Leila's. There is always the possibility that Leila will eventually find her way to New York.