This is the real story of a date I had with an escort a little while back. She didn’t seem to have a lot of interest (maybe regard) for the Internet side of the business. It also felt too special to use names. This is not a review, which is why it’s posted in The Lounge. I just wanted to share this with you all (SP’s and clients), so you see that magic is possible even here.
I’ve met a number of escorts in the last little while. This lady I just met could have looked like any of them. She looked very nice, but this had very little to do with it. But what she did (or rather, what we did), felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Not love. But not quite like only sex either. Not even really good sex. This was something like really, really good sex twinned with a meld of another kind. I might never recover. Do I want to recover?
Because of the supernatural feel of the evening, I chose Galadriel as the “name” of my date. She had that “white magic” aura about her.
I used the third person to emphasize how “out-of-body” that evening seemed.
The date
As soon as Galadriel arrived, she called her Elves bodyguards and ordered that she and Sapman be left alone.
The moment he saw her, he knew there was something completely different about her. The surroundings (and all other thoughts in his head) seemed to recede far into the background. Everything else except her seemed unimportant. It felt like one of those meetings that should have happened a long time ago, but never did. Maybe in a past life. Whatever. They were there now. They had two hours and had to make the best of it. Galadriel took Sapman’s hand and guided him up to her talan (this is a house way up in the trees that the Forest Elves live in). They had left Middle-Earth behind.
After the awkward first few moments, Sapman felt a change. She started pleasuring him. Even though he’d had his share of this (and good ones too) lately, this time, it felt personal. He started telling her gently how good this was, how completely fulfilled with joy she was making him feel, while massaging her shoulders and caressing and kissing the sides and top of her head. She felt this to her deepest reaches: he told her he had to return her favours, and without having touched her much, she was ready to give the sweetest sap he had ever tasted. Sapman was not thinking anymore, everything he was doing and saying was instinctual. It started to flow.
They were both too energized for these preliminaries to last long. Galadriel bequeathed an Elven cloak to Sapman and helped him put it on.
Their union lasted well over an hour… They looked deeply into one another’s eyes, talked and kissed, all the while dancing inside one another. Positions seemed to change seamlessly, it all felt equally and differently divine. They kept reaching higher heights without effort. They were both focussing solely on pleasuring the other, which only ramped up the intensity. New delights kept being introduced. They didn’t feel like items on a menu at all, more like ways of enhancing a strong special time. Sapman felt he was partaking in some trancelike ritual. Sapman felt cleansed.
She told him a story from her past and he felt like he was walking beside her in the story as she was telling it, during intercourse… Elevation, connection and sexual joy are a heady mix. Sapman was in the realm of the senses.
He offered her a drink break at least twice and she seemed very reluctant (like who needs drinks in heaven, right?). The next time he asked, she said okay, but tricked him about 45 seconds later in a way he’s not about to forget!
After a while, they did have a sit-down. It was the strangest thing: they felt like they knew a lot about one another already! They talked for a few minutes. Sapman then said something innocent about the beautiful time they were spending together. He swears he only lowered his eyes for a second: Galadriel was back lying in bed like a siren, beckoning him to her side once more. Sapman is thinking “I’m not worthy but what the hell”.
They only had enough time to rekindle their barely extinguished flames. It felt like a preview of their next encounter, a heightening of what had just taken place because by now, they knew exactly where the buttons were. Sapman is a bit scared… This could become a lifelong habit, and quest.
After she left, Sapman walked around the little room for a few minutes, absolutely disoriented about what had just taken place. He eventually came to his senses. Sort of. Not really…
He even knows it’s not love (secretly, he might like it to be). But just knowing that this happens to real people in the world, that this happened to him , that made him feel alive. He would like to make this happen with someone special in real life, on a regular basis. He knows it’s a good antidote to the crazy way people live, to get totally lost without limits in pleasuring someone “of the heart”. Is he dreaming? He hopes not.
Some of what he took away from that evening even helped him with other ladies, but never with the same success. At least, not yet…
Thank you "Galadriel", for allowing me to look into your mirror. Like Frodo, I will never forget you. We’ll surely meet again soon. But in case this doesn’t happen, I will not be sad: our one meeting had enough memories for a lifetime.
I’ve met a number of escorts in the last little while. This lady I just met could have looked like any of them. She looked very nice, but this had very little to do with it. But what she did (or rather, what we did), felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Not love. But not quite like only sex either. Not even really good sex. This was something like really, really good sex twinned with a meld of another kind. I might never recover. Do I want to recover?
Because of the supernatural feel of the evening, I chose Galadriel as the “name” of my date. She had that “white magic” aura about her.
I used the third person to emphasize how “out-of-body” that evening seemed.
The date
As soon as Galadriel arrived, she called her Elves bodyguards and ordered that she and Sapman be left alone.
The moment he saw her, he knew there was something completely different about her. The surroundings (and all other thoughts in his head) seemed to recede far into the background. Everything else except her seemed unimportant. It felt like one of those meetings that should have happened a long time ago, but never did. Maybe in a past life. Whatever. They were there now. They had two hours and had to make the best of it. Galadriel took Sapman’s hand and guided him up to her talan (this is a house way up in the trees that the Forest Elves live in). They had left Middle-Earth behind.
After the awkward first few moments, Sapman felt a change. She started pleasuring him. Even though he’d had his share of this (and good ones too) lately, this time, it felt personal. He started telling her gently how good this was, how completely fulfilled with joy she was making him feel, while massaging her shoulders and caressing and kissing the sides and top of her head. She felt this to her deepest reaches: he told her he had to return her favours, and without having touched her much, she was ready to give the sweetest sap he had ever tasted. Sapman was not thinking anymore, everything he was doing and saying was instinctual. It started to flow.
They were both too energized for these preliminaries to last long. Galadriel bequeathed an Elven cloak to Sapman and helped him put it on.
Their union lasted well over an hour… They looked deeply into one another’s eyes, talked and kissed, all the while dancing inside one another. Positions seemed to change seamlessly, it all felt equally and differently divine. They kept reaching higher heights without effort. They were both focussing solely on pleasuring the other, which only ramped up the intensity. New delights kept being introduced. They didn’t feel like items on a menu at all, more like ways of enhancing a strong special time. Sapman felt he was partaking in some trancelike ritual. Sapman felt cleansed.
She told him a story from her past and he felt like he was walking beside her in the story as she was telling it, during intercourse… Elevation, connection and sexual joy are a heady mix. Sapman was in the realm of the senses.
He offered her a drink break at least twice and she seemed very reluctant (like who needs drinks in heaven, right?). The next time he asked, she said okay, but tricked him about 45 seconds later in a way he’s not about to forget!
After a while, they did have a sit-down. It was the strangest thing: they felt like they knew a lot about one another already! They talked for a few minutes. Sapman then said something innocent about the beautiful time they were spending together. He swears he only lowered his eyes for a second: Galadriel was back lying in bed like a siren, beckoning him to her side once more. Sapman is thinking “I’m not worthy but what the hell”.
They only had enough time to rekindle their barely extinguished flames. It felt like a preview of their next encounter, a heightening of what had just taken place because by now, they knew exactly where the buttons were. Sapman is a bit scared… This could become a lifelong habit, and quest.
After she left, Sapman walked around the little room for a few minutes, absolutely disoriented about what had just taken place. He eventually came to his senses. Sort of. Not really…
He even knows it’s not love (secretly, he might like it to be). But just knowing that this happens to real people in the world, that this happened to him , that made him feel alive. He would like to make this happen with someone special in real life, on a regular basis. He knows it’s a good antidote to the crazy way people live, to get totally lost without limits in pleasuring someone “of the heart”. Is he dreaming? He hopes not.
Some of what he took away from that evening even helped him with other ladies, but never with the same success. At least, not yet…
Thank you "Galadriel", for allowing me to look into your mirror. Like Frodo, I will never forget you. We’ll surely meet again soon. But in case this doesn’t happen, I will not be sad: our one meeting had enough memories for a lifetime.
