Canadian Mike
12-29-2004, 7:29 PM
Thanks for all of the comments. Incidently, I too love to read all of the stories posted here. Again, most of what I will post from time to time are old stories. Enjpy.
I had a session with this wonderful lady a few years ago and for some reason she simply disapeared from Toronto. What a sweetheart dear readers and what a pasionate facesitter.
Before I begin my descriptive account of a momentous visit with a truly wonderful lady, I wish to tell you a little about her. She was and is simply divine to be with. When I say divine I mean as a person as well as a lady who definately knows about and ejoys facesitting. Grace is a Mistress, a Goddess, a Dominatrix, but to me she is also a very sweet young lady. She is a stuning woman to meat in person. So stunning in fact, that I mentioned that I just had to tell that her photo's on the web site did little justice. Grace possesses such beautyfull firey eyes and a most vibrant smile that could warm any heart in the middle of winter. And when we met, Grace made me feel so welcome and at ease. For starters, she genuinely hugged me and bestowed a little kiss on my cheek. I've said all of this about this lady and yet I have barely begun to describe her becasuse to me she is a most remarkable young woman. Perhaps I should leave descriptions for my story, or as it is in this case, my recollection or confession of 8pm on the 18th of September. But before I comence telling you all of what took place, I wish to end this introduction by saying that I am so happy about meeting this lady. Now, I will be her devote customer for as long as she will welcome me. On with the show.
Needless to say Sunday night found me extremely restless and unable to sleep a wink. It wasn't that I was scared or overly nervous about the next day, I was simply just too excited. You see, I had been corresponding with Goddess Grace for almost two months. Together we had carefully explored eachothers tates and likes about smothering. And the more I read her words the more excited I became to meet her. How many men can honestly say that they have had the pleasure of being facesat, or deeply smothered by a woman who truly loved to do it? Not too many, I am afraid. So imagine what was going through my mind as the day drew near, knowing that I would soon meet a young and vibrant woman who loved facesitting? God the thoughts that went through my mind.
After a very difficult day with concentration at work, I found myself racing down hiway 401 towards Toronto, towards a destiny. I nervously dialed Grace's phone number on my cell phone just to see if I might hear her voice for the first time. In the end, it took two tries, but when she did pick up the phone I heard a wonderful lady on the other end the line. She sounded like she was as anxcious to meet me as I was her, which added to my anxiety all the more. Grace also sounded quite friendly and assuring. Anyway, I arrived on the indicated street just a few minutes prior to 8pm. Once the car was parked, I walked a few stepts to her apartment. Standing on the porch, I nervously rang the door bell and waited, not knowing what to expect, but feeling myself heat up as the nerves began to overtake my mind. As with all of my encounters with ladies who treat me this way, it felt like a first time for me. When the door opened all of my aneieties and uncertanties were imidiately cast asside. You see, Grace imediately embraced me and hugged me so tenderly right there in the doorway. It felt like she was truly happy to see me, even as much as I wanted to see her.
She indicated that I should come inside. It was here that I truly appreciated why she had mentioned in her email that she found that she attracts "Butt Men". One look at her bottom in her skirt and ....now I was nervous. She wore a tight fitting black skirt that came just above the knee, stilletto heels and a black spagetti top. Add wonderful wavy blond hair and firey eyes and well...I was lost for words and found that my heart rate had rapidly increased. Grace ever so casually lead me into a room and we sat and talked for a quite a while. We became aquainted with eachother and I found myself telling her all about me. Grace proved to be so easy to talk to and before I knew it I realized that truly I liked her as a person. I Hope that statement made sense? Of course, as we casually talked about subjects too numerous to mention, I couldn't help but look and admire this delicious looking young lady. Everything about her oozed sensuality and openess. Everything about her made me litterally weak in the knees. Honestly, she is a dream to see in the flesh. Ok, I'll get on with it.
Eventually the time came for us to move to another room, for me to get undressed and for us to get down to the business of...hiding my face with her very perfect bottom. I swear that it was quite difficult for me to walk behind Goddess Grace as her bottom simply filled her tight fitting black skirt to the max. And her legs...my god what legs she has...they looked so shapely and large, but not amazonian size for the lack of a better word. A few minutes later, I was undressed and staring lustily at Grace as she casually peeled off that tight skirt. God what a sight apeared before my eyes. She had on a very little blue thong panty. I was visibly trembling at that point as dear readers I can honestly say that I have never had the pleasuer of being this close to such a perfect bottom....and I mean never. when I say perfect I mean perfect in every way, shape or form. I swear that there isn't a facesit admirer among us who would disagree with me if they were to be where I was. Grace's bottom is so full and shapely. Each globe of rounded flesh reminds me of a basket ball. I gazed at it sensing its power slowly swoon over my senses. Grace encouraged me, saying that she remembered my comments as I hoped to be able to kiss her bottom. She helped me by gently pressing my face against it. God the feeling and coolness of her bottom. What a spectickle before my eyes. Grace even encouraged me to caress her bottom and thighs with my hands and face. This proved to be such a heavenly task indeed. She would slowly turn and help me press my face into her sweet flesh, gently smothering me in it...again and again...so heavenly. And all the while she gently talked to me, caressing my helpless mind with her wonderful hypnotic voice...heavenly indeed.
I had a session with this wonderful lady a few years ago and for some reason she simply disapeared from Toronto. What a sweetheart dear readers and what a pasionate facesitter.
Before I begin my descriptive account of a momentous visit with a truly wonderful lady, I wish to tell you a little about her. She was and is simply divine to be with. When I say divine I mean as a person as well as a lady who definately knows about and ejoys facesitting. Grace is a Mistress, a Goddess, a Dominatrix, but to me she is also a very sweet young lady. She is a stuning woman to meat in person. So stunning in fact, that I mentioned that I just had to tell that her photo's on the web site did little justice. Grace possesses such beautyfull firey eyes and a most vibrant smile that could warm any heart in the middle of winter. And when we met, Grace made me feel so welcome and at ease. For starters, she genuinely hugged me and bestowed a little kiss on my cheek. I've said all of this about this lady and yet I have barely begun to describe her becasuse to me she is a most remarkable young woman. Perhaps I should leave descriptions for my story, or as it is in this case, my recollection or confession of 8pm on the 18th of September. But before I comence telling you all of what took place, I wish to end this introduction by saying that I am so happy about meeting this lady. Now, I will be her devote customer for as long as she will welcome me. On with the show.
Needless to say Sunday night found me extremely restless and unable to sleep a wink. It wasn't that I was scared or overly nervous about the next day, I was simply just too excited. You see, I had been corresponding with Goddess Grace for almost two months. Together we had carefully explored eachothers tates and likes about smothering. And the more I read her words the more excited I became to meet her. How many men can honestly say that they have had the pleasure of being facesat, or deeply smothered by a woman who truly loved to do it? Not too many, I am afraid. So imagine what was going through my mind as the day drew near, knowing that I would soon meet a young and vibrant woman who loved facesitting? God the thoughts that went through my mind.
After a very difficult day with concentration at work, I found myself racing down hiway 401 towards Toronto, towards a destiny. I nervously dialed Grace's phone number on my cell phone just to see if I might hear her voice for the first time. In the end, it took two tries, but when she did pick up the phone I heard a wonderful lady on the other end the line. She sounded like she was as anxcious to meet me as I was her, which added to my anxiety all the more. Grace also sounded quite friendly and assuring. Anyway, I arrived on the indicated street just a few minutes prior to 8pm. Once the car was parked, I walked a few stepts to her apartment. Standing on the porch, I nervously rang the door bell and waited, not knowing what to expect, but feeling myself heat up as the nerves began to overtake my mind. As with all of my encounters with ladies who treat me this way, it felt like a first time for me. When the door opened all of my aneieties and uncertanties were imidiately cast asside. You see, Grace imediately embraced me and hugged me so tenderly right there in the doorway. It felt like she was truly happy to see me, even as much as I wanted to see her.
She indicated that I should come inside. It was here that I truly appreciated why she had mentioned in her email that she found that she attracts "Butt Men". One look at her bottom in her skirt and ....now I was nervous. She wore a tight fitting black skirt that came just above the knee, stilletto heels and a black spagetti top. Add wonderful wavy blond hair and firey eyes and well...I was lost for words and found that my heart rate had rapidly increased. Grace ever so casually lead me into a room and we sat and talked for a quite a while. We became aquainted with eachother and I found myself telling her all about me. Grace proved to be so easy to talk to and before I knew it I realized that truly I liked her as a person. I Hope that statement made sense? Of course, as we casually talked about subjects too numerous to mention, I couldn't help but look and admire this delicious looking young lady. Everything about her oozed sensuality and openess. Everything about her made me litterally weak in the knees. Honestly, she is a dream to see in the flesh. Ok, I'll get on with it.
Eventually the time came for us to move to another room, for me to get undressed and for us to get down to the business of...hiding my face with her very perfect bottom. I swear that it was quite difficult for me to walk behind Goddess Grace as her bottom simply filled her tight fitting black skirt to the max. And her legs...my god what legs she has...they looked so shapely and large, but not amazonian size for the lack of a better word. A few minutes later, I was undressed and staring lustily at Grace as she casually peeled off that tight skirt. God what a sight apeared before my eyes. She had on a very little blue thong panty. I was visibly trembling at that point as dear readers I can honestly say that I have never had the pleasuer of being this close to such a perfect bottom....and I mean never. when I say perfect I mean perfect in every way, shape or form. I swear that there isn't a facesit admirer among us who would disagree with me if they were to be where I was. Grace's bottom is so full and shapely. Each globe of rounded flesh reminds me of a basket ball. I gazed at it sensing its power slowly swoon over my senses. Grace encouraged me, saying that she remembered my comments as I hoped to be able to kiss her bottom. She helped me by gently pressing my face against it. God the feeling and coolness of her bottom. What a spectickle before my eyes. Grace even encouraged me to caress her bottom and thighs with my hands and face. This proved to be such a heavenly task indeed. She would slowly turn and help me press my face into her sweet flesh, gently smothering me in it...again and again...so heavenly. And all the while she gently talked to me, caressing my helpless mind with her wonderful hypnotic voice...heavenly indeed.