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It took quite a while to set up a date with Alexa, but that was more than half on me. I’d only seen one provider before, & not long before I first contacted Alexa, but apparently she was on a sporadic tour after being inactive for some time before going back to modeling. I couldn’t use her as a reference—the email address her assistant had used was unresponsive. I wasn’t on p411 & was skeptical that getting registered without a bona fide reference would be adequate verification for someone of Alexa’s caliber, ambition, & the caution that must come with her being relatively new to the practice in an area not particularly known for celebrating this style of hedonism, to put it mildly. So, in a word, it never irked me that much. It was just something I would come back to every few weeks for a bit. And I really don’t know if any level of textual detail or flourish will express how pleased I am that persistence paid off. I didn’t just have one of the most straightforwardly thrilling or even eye-opening sexual experiences of my life (thus far). I met a fellow traveler, someone I could bond with, share complaints about the way this society still privileges such a very select & very idealized image of what role intimacy & sexuality can play in a person’s life, speculate rhapsodically & debate bluntly about why people are the way they are, why certain encounters & events feel brimming with significance of all kinds, almost destined (or just imagined so). But maybe that kind of thing doesn’t appeal to you or seems sentimental. To be honest, even if I was impressed at the level of discernment Alexa showed in how she presented herself—her bio, her pictures she updates periodically, her website—it was precisely this insistence on forming a certain degree of intellectual or emotional connection that I was skeptical of. How was that going to be possible when both parties have such reason to be mutually suspicious, only communicating by text or video chat? Was it really necessary or desirable for me personally? Couldn’t we just have some freaky sex & be happy with that? There was also the suspicion or hesitation that I often get when I encounter people who are exceptionally beautiful & idiosyncratic but unapologetically invested in making sure you know they present themselves exactly as they please & no other way—with all this deliberate care put into self-presentation, will it really be possible to let something new & authentic in their world? A brief tutorial in how to shoot a bow thoroughly deflated my inevitable nerves & compulsive self-lacerating (still ironic) humor. Alexa was disarming from the start—she walked nonchalantly in a straight beeline through the meticulously manicured living room decor (featured in some of her promo photos) to prepare us the gin margaritas she’d mentioned. Her entire demeanor was a lot more relaxed than I’d imagined—sure, probably in no small part to her being a bit tipsy after a long day, but in a way entirely welcome. I’d deliberately come with a more open mindset about what to expect for what was only my second encounter of this kind. Instead of manically scripting iterations of my favorite possible sequences & speculating what might tilt things one way over the other, what might be most thrilling to say at x moment, what views I absolutely have to have, etc—I just went with a few of my favorite things in mind, a couple ideas I still hadn’t tried, but expected I’d feel out her approach before asserting too much of a direction. Something about her bio suggested maybe a more composed, technically more narrow, but also, perhaps, more intense—by virtue of being authentic—‘signature’ style rather than a choose-your-own adventure / I-will-do-anything-you-fantasize-except-x-y-&-z approach. Besides, she was all the more gorgeous & charming for being if anything more fiery or effervescent than I’d expected—& very funny, just unreservedly glowing to have someone over to adore her a little. We went inside her bedroom. She started to review my dress request & I protested, “Oh, just go with the general direction or do your own thing, you don’t have to….” She came out strutting in tiny fishnet lingerie & heels. “How is this for your pinup model? Will this do for you?” It was all I could do to nod slowly, looking away toward the wall with my eyes half closed, smiling ear to ear. She took out her lotion & sat beside an almost story-time-looking vanity mirror complete with its own dedicated chair & tiny table. The bedroom decor in general was a kind of slightly oversized hyperbole version of how a young girl might decorate her Barbie princess’ bedroom. I thought it was actually pretty, & as refreshingly campy as it was transporting, tongue-in-cheek but still suggestive of being in someone else’s world or on someone else’s set. “That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?” She quipped shortly before we had walked in her room, smiling mischievously. “From a certain perspective, sure, it could be…” Clearly, I was more than smitten enough to let her vision lead on most counts so long as I got my kicks in. I massaged her neck, her shoulders, her back, her body. We made out. I found myself kissing down her neck, her fucking glorious tits, her toned tummy. Before long I was pushing my entire face inside her, grabbing her by the ass to prop her further up, her hand on my head, her legs behind hers, massaging through my hair as she moaned. “I’m really freaky,” she said, literally the instant I started dimly to consider putting my mouth & face up that juicy ass. I grabbed it & didn’t look back until she asked me if I was “ready,” after which I went back at it for a little more. We got on her bed & I face-fucked her for a bit, promised her anal after spuriously asking what she liked, & started missionary--making out, grabbing her tits, hanging on her lips & looking at her moan. I think we switched to doggy & switched back but I’m not even sure. To a certain point, I was already over the moon after eating her out with her looking me in the eyes as I grabbed her tits & she stroked my face. In any case, it was ecstatic at that point but seemed to be over too quickly. I told her as much after she’d asked shortly after & we immediately agreed to a second round. We went back out on her patio & she sat in my lap, smoking a cigarette (after I’d reassured her multiple times I didn’t care). I was so turned on just by sitting outside with her casually nude, her body casually splayed across me. Then she started pouring bits of her gin margarita on her. “I just like things being poured on me.” I’d never really gotten it, or even thought about whether I ‘got it’ or not, but suddenly with my head pressed against her chest as the margarita poured down her stomach & across her pussy, every video or pic I’d ever remembered seeing of a woman getting something poured on her glowed with new significance. --Holy fucking shit, I could sit on her patio & watch her pour liquids on herself all day. I started fingering her. Before long, she directed my finger to her asshole. Ass play has always been something I’m only into in a certain mood, & even then I might feel a bit of resistance at first. Perhaps a lot of that is due to my partners having always been similarly shy. With Alexa the entire experience was unbelievably smooth—like, I literally had no idea it could be that easy to finger-fuck ass & pussy together, & so that alone was obviously thrilling. But slamming my cock into Alexa’s upturned ass until it fell out too many times to make her pay sufficiently for saying “As hard as you want. It doesn’t matter.” That will be one of my cherished memories to the grave. After that, we fucked in this weird position in which I entered her almost perpendicular with her legs squeezing shut. Me as her “human dildo.” I came all over her a second time & we made out. I deeply, deeply wanted to pound her ass again, but I had to meet a friend later that night & didn’t want to push Alexa’s generously blasé attitude toward the time. We talked for a good few minutes more, looked at the stars in her driveway, & kissed goodbye. I drove away thinking about how I couldn't believe how good it was after being on-&-off about it for so long, & fantasizing about the next time I'd be able to see her.

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Hair Length and Color: Long black hair, past shoulders
Age: Mid 20s
Smoking Status: I Couldn't Tell
Ethnic Background: Hispanic
Physical Description: Drop dead gorgeous, dark complexion, tanned, toned, has tasteful ink. She’s 5’2 or so, busty and athletic. I would say she’s in her mid 20s.
Recommendation: Yes

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I’ve seen Alexa and I had a wonderful experience with her ! she is a dam hot, awesome experience I had with her, You're looking for a girlfriend experience she is the one! She is super cool, perfect body, everything is original what you see in the photo is what you get in real. I spent like 4 hours it's just heaven, we had a hot tub bath, shower and regular king bed... altogether a heaven experience....

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