I’m a live action kind of guy. While we should all god bless porn for it being there to get us through the arid times, in person freakdom carries a carnal blessing that only could come from a leather-clad nun in provacative pumps..
This review took a lot of time. I recently had a session with New Zealand lovely Princess Aphrodite and I had to ponder what had transpired before I could do our time together justice.
I know you hear this a lot, but the photos on Her website truly don’t do Her justice. There’s a coquettish, oh-my-God-I-want-Her quality that discombobulated me from the get go. She’s a damned hot Mama.
And as a controlling, courtly, and mostly veiled Alpha male…I usually top from the bottom and pretty much orchestrate any encounter I have….that was not to be with the Princess. From our first few e-mails She had certain protocols She wanted. This was to be Her ballgame, Her rules and it threw me a tad. It’s not what I typically go for, but I’m also like Davy going into the Alamo…what the hell…. I’ll step inside and see what happens.
On to the session, it was more corporal than I thought I would have liked and unbelievably sensual although Her caresses were few and far between. We did some foot worship which I don’t typically care two hoots for and I was down with those a tad east of Down Under sweet tootsies. Breath play, a little bondage here and there and some sensory deprivation. My leather Angel left me alone for a time…
I’m going to call it a mind fuck in the best sense of the phrase and perhaps my most profound experience of subspace. Even though I’m immensely charming, I’m at heart a distant, cold bastard. Princess Aphrodite connected to something deep within and I very simply would have loved to have been held by Her for quite some time after our session. And that’s so far from me I’m still kind of stuck in mid-jaw dropdom at my feelings.
She is a treasure and I hope She appreciates this review. Peace to us all, my brothers and sisters.
