Review Angel touring at the Apartment
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Wow, where do I even begin. I saw Angel recently as she toured the Wellington branch of the Apartment.
What can I say, after years of the occasional punt, I had only rarely struck up a deep rapport with some of the ladies - they were all lovely of course but as is human nature, genuine connections are so very uncommon. And then when I thought I could no longer feel that level of connection again, the universe comes knocking and knocks me over, unsettles me in the most delightful way.
I'm not going to tell you about how taken aback I was by Angel's intriguing aura, our shared interests and her genuine kindness. Nor will I speak of how she hungrily thrust back at me while in different positions, prompting me to unleash my primal side to really *fuck* her with wild abandon. I wish I could tell you dear reader, the last time I genuinely wanted to give someone my essence like that. I'm afraid the lovely chemicals lingering in my head have left me in a long and heavenly daze, so I do not have the ability to recount this rendezvous any further.
I can tell you however, that if you are a brooding figure à la Edward from Twilight, you will likely rock the socks off this young lady. I'm sure there's a couple of such men around Wellington who might be interested, the next time she descends upon this windy city.
What can I say, after years of the occasional punt, I had only rarely struck up a deep rapport with some of the ladies - they were all lovely of course but as is human nature, genuine connections are so very uncommon. And then when I thought I could no longer feel that level of connection again, the universe comes knocking and knocks me over, unsettles me in the most delightful way.
I'm not going to tell you about how taken aback I was by Angel's intriguing aura, our shared interests and her genuine kindness. Nor will I speak of how she hungrily thrust back at me while in different positions, prompting me to unleash my primal side to really *fuck* her with wild abandon. I wish I could tell you dear reader, the last time I genuinely wanted to give someone my essence like that. I'm afraid the lovely chemicals lingering in my head have left me in a long and heavenly daze, so I do not have the ability to recount this rendezvous any further.
I can tell you however, that if you are a brooding figure à la Edward from Twilight, you will likely rock the socks off this young lady. I'm sure there's a couple of such men around Wellington who might be interested, the next time she descends upon this windy city.
