Lily Wilde – Brown Eyed Girl (Posted By Request)
I’d imagine a newb poster dropping a glowing review might draw one’s cynicism towards ambivalence. That being said, here goes nothing:
The evening started with disappointment: an overnight organized with a WL fell through.
Between the Uber surrounded by shit traffic and a non-refundable spot booked in Circular Quay, the failure-to-launch was near overwhelming.
Disturbed by visions of myself laying on a lonely hotel bed in a drunken stupor, I desperately scrambled to find an alternative. And wouldn’t you know it- upon googling my usual keywords/tags, up popped the profile of freshly reopened Elysium Escorts, punctuated by a post advertising the return of Lily Wilde.
Following a short-lived, albeit mind bending session, I’d since made a few attempts to rekindle the encounter with Lily for a longer duration. Sadly, all efforts amounted to a non-event (I blame my tendency to book under short notice).
As such, I jumped at the opportunity of not only salvaging the evening, but reigniting the hope that the longing I’ve felt for a certain individual might finally be quelled.
Hours passed, and the moment came. I scanned the lobby, spying a breathtaking, gym-fit, brown-eyed brunette. Nostalgia surged through me like a mainline of heroin. She wore all black, sporting a tight cut-off tank and apple-bottom jeans, offset by suede ankle boots and an elegant coat. The weather was terrible outside but Lily was dry as a bone; you’d think the clouds had parted just for her. We embraced, exchanged a polite peck, and went upstairs.
The memory of that evening will sustain for the rest of my life. We were constantly intertwined, her intoxicating laugh consuming the air. Every moment was wrought with heat, bleeding from intimate embraces to unbridled fluid exchange.
Loosing a bottle of Moscato, we toasted and got reacquainted. Hands began to roam as we locked lips, her fingers dancing across my body, silently daring me to take things to the next level- a challenge I whole heartedly accepted. Before we did, however, I requested that Lily showcase an outfit I’d purchased- an erotic black number consisting of a crotchless thong and halterneck bra, with the cherry-on-top being the lace collar and cuffs tethered together by two thin chains.
Akin to seeing the Grand Canyon for the first time, the sight of Lily as she pranced out of the bathroom dawning said outfit, squealing something to the tune of “this is one of the hottest things ever”, was almost spiritual, while the image of her twirling around to model that sublime derrière, coyly peeking over her shoulder, made my heart ache.
Blindfolding Lily, I passed each of her collar’s chains around the front legs of a Juliet bench, causing her restrained arms to fan out, while she sat on the floor with her legs splayed. After assuring her of the steps taken to sterilize the freshly purchased “instrument” I was about to employ, I surprised Lily’s clit with a Body Wand, all the while finger-fucking her with rising intensity. Her writhes and moans consumed me, causing the seat of my pants to swell. I undid her restraints after her first climax wavered, cradling her in my arms while ferrying her to bed. Setting Lily down, I gorged on her saturated pussy, allowing the Wand and my fingers to do the heavy lifting towards the end.
I rested by her side, as Lily’s second orgasm plateaued. I brushed her hair, taking in her glow- her eye line fixed on mine, like I was all she needed to remain sated. After a prolonged bout where she nursed my tonsils with her tongue, Lily pressed her palm against my collarbone, directing me onto my back. “The night can’t just be about me,” she purred.
Lily swallowed my balls whole, massaging my taint with the fold of her tongue simultaneously using firm, deliberate strokes. Her oral caress descended towards my anus, zealously probing me, as her spine retracted and expanded in waves. This was worship. This was pain in the most blissful sense. She then throated my cock furiously, whimpering submissively throughout, her eyes glistened by tears and a yearning to please.
Overcome by the intensity of her mouth, as she pressured the nerve bundles connecting my shaft and testicles with one hand while wringing and clutching my shirt with the other, I started to ejaculate. Taken by the moment’s extravagance, I found myself thrusting deeper with every contraction. But rather than pull away, Lily pressed further, sucking so hard I thought my intestines would prolapse.
Digesting the lot, Lily then spread her stunning frame across my mediocre physique, nuzzling her temple against my breastplate, pecking me across the lips every now and again, those adorable peepers gazing up at me. Serenity ensued as I fought the reality that this moment would soon come to an end.
The interims between our sweaty, kinked out trysts were filled with laughter, libations, music, her graces devoid of theatre or fallacy. Eventually, she lay atop me in a simmering bath. Swept up by tranquility, we began drifting off, “Keep Your Hands Off Her” by The Black Keys rearing the steamed calm into an opiate mist.
Midnight came and went, a solemn clock hand struck, as it became time for my companion to depart. Helping Lily gather her things while she dressed, I treated myself to one final pleasure by watching her ass spill over her denim waistband as she forced it up her torso. Walking Lily to the door, and woefully closing it behind her, solitude crept in like a spectre, and my eyelids grew heavy.
The following day found me knee deep in an emergency work gig. The tasks at hand occupied my entire mindset, seldom space left for musings. Seeking respite, I retreated outside for a post-lunch cig (sidenote- Lily’s not a smoker). Oddly, the raucous nature of Alexandria’s traffic briefly lulled, giving way to relative silence. Against a lazy breeze, I heard trees rustle, and dreamt of brown eyes.