This will be less a review of Air Force Amy and more an ode to her, for I had seen her pictures before. Even nude. But nothing can prepare you for the glory that is her present body. When I saw her first she smiled with recognition, even though I had never sent an image of myself. That smile is where this journey begins. Each tooth is like a pearl plucked from the bottom of the deepest ocean, where even light dare not intrude in its perfect creation. It feels like a gift when her lips part to let them shine the way they do. And the lips themselves, well they are two magnificent orchestral directors, not vying for power but working in concert to form the beautiful sound of her voice, and her laugh. All the bells of Notre Dame cannot hold a candle to the perfection in the tone of her laugh, nor their beauty to the way her eyes shrink as her smile forces them closed. Those eyes, the color of the richest and most delicious chocolate envelop you in that spellbinding way that they have, and nestle you in their depths, telling you everything you have wished for is about to come true. Then she takes your hand in hers, her five perfect digits holding you like a priceless gemstone. Delicate, assured, and so very very personal. When she begins to remove her clothing, it is like the mesmerizing dance of a martial artist at dawn. Every movement practiced, yet original, no energy wasted, not a thing out of place, and every inch of skin revealed takes you to another level of desire. And she has not even begun. The grace with which she bared herself is now bestowed on you, as those impossibly delicate hands turn to steel. She will not be denied. As layer upon layer of your clothes is discarded, you gaze upon her figure and wonder how you could hope to match her. Her grace, her beauty, and now, her sensuality. But she cares not, as she touches you as reverently as you would touch her. Delicate becomes violent, kisses become bites, and all throughout you realize you are no match for her, but that she lets you be. As soon as I gave in to this feeling, I was inside her. Our breathing matched, our rhythm too. As she rode atop me I felt like a mustang, eating away the miles beneath me, practically floating with speed. When I was atop her I flew higher than any eagle dare soar. Back and forth we took our pleasure with each other, beads of sweat forming like morning dew on everything from the smallest rosebud to the tallest sequoia. And after our lovemaking, beyond any comprehensible possibility, she became even more beautiful.
I hope everyone's Christmas was blessed with joy and tranquility. And I hope everyone got to do what they love most, whatever that may be Air Force Amy by Air Force Amy posted Dec 5, 2016 at 1:51 PM
What do you call the in-between period between Christmas and New Year? The perfect time to book with me, that's what! Air Force Amy by Air Force Amy posted Dec 1, 2016 at 12:26 PM
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After the busy and sometimes stressful holiday season, you need someone to pamper you like only I can. Come see me and start your year off right! Air Force Amy & a Pink Lollipop by Air Force Amy posted Oct 13, 2017 at 11:04 AM
