When you look to the sky on a clear summer night, your view of the sparkling constellations – enhanced, perhaps, by the occasional shooting star – can be breathtaking. But there’s another heavenly body you can visit during the daylight hours that will impact you just as intensely, as I discovered during a recent visit to the Love Ranch North. Remy Martin is an exquisite 4’11 ebony vixen whose mouth-watering figure must be partially made of stardust and other magical ingredients in order to be sculpted so perfectly that your eyes practically pop out of their sockets. This sultry brunette with the long flowing hair, welcoming bedroom eyes, full, sensuous lips and a smile so warm and inviting that it paralyzes you with desire first captivated me eight years ago – eight long, lust-filled years – when her photos adorned the Moonlite Bunny Ranch pages. In these photos, I saw a woman who had more p.s.p.i – pure-sexuality-pure-square-inch :twisted: – than many of her counterparts, but there was also a sense of taste, sophistication and playfulness that immediately intrigued me. I was instantly hooked. And if life were fair, I would have met and adored her when I made my inaugural visit to the Bunny Ranch back in 2007…except by the time I got there, she had left just a few months prior. I resigned myself to the fact that I’d never have the opportunity of seeing her, much less meeting her, even though occasionally she would pop up on the Boards to say hello, only to disappear again for months – and sometimes years – on end. But about 18 months ago, that changed when it was announced that the one, the only, ravishing Remy Martin was returning to the Dennis Hof playpens, only this time to the Love Ranch North. Buoyed by this incredible news, I reached out by PM to Remy and immediately offered to champion her, since it was almost too good to be true that she was finally back, and I strongly felt that this was a woman people should really get to know as intimately as possible. We developed a friendship through PMing, and I discovered an earthy, smart, witty and hella sexy goddess who has a number of interests and talents up her sleeve, as you have all no doubt discovered through any number of her posts. The only thing that was missing from my end was a consummation of the friendship, and hearing what I imagined to be a voice that was so rich with honey that I’d practically climax just hearing her speak. That day finally came when I surprised Remy with a last-minute visit. Except she was the one who stupefied me. :shock: First, she greeted me in the Love Ranch North parlor wearing this extraordinary dress (see pic below), which instantly set off every point of arousal in my body. I could only look, stare and repeatedly stammer a single word in English – “wow” – as she approached me and gave me a hug. This form-fitting dress, which accentuated Remy’s delectable curves, contours and smooth, shapely legs that a centerfold would die for, amplified Miss Martin’s attractiveness tenfold – making her a 30 out of 10,(if qualifying Russian judges holding up scorecards rating her tremendous beauty were present) and setting all my gears in motion. From that moment on, I became resolved that my only intention would be to make my dream of worshiping the divine Remy Martin from head to toe come true, and hopefully transport her to some consistent level of joy and ecstasy. She took me by the hand and we sat in the parlor, where I’m sure I blubbered like an idiot as I listened to the music of her voice, as we embraced for I don’t know how long…I think I lost track of time as I marveled at her extraordinary splendor. She was so warm, personable and gracious, and her beauty and personality were so beguiling, that I was thunderstruck, doing my best not to tap into my “inner” caveman and express myself through grunts, swinging arms and broken syntax along the lines of “Me…Want…You…Now!” I think Remy somehow read my Cro-Magnon mind, because shortly thereafter she took me on the tour, then escorted me back to her room. We negotiated the deal and sealed it with the perfect kiss…stirringly soft and sweet, filled with tender promise and scented with the moonlight-soft caress of her fingertips on my face. We decided on a two-hour party, the first part spent in the VIP room and the rest in her boudoir, and as she went off to grab some topsheets and take care of other business, I found myself in a quandary: After eight years of lustful longing, do I abandon all decorum, passionately seize Remy by the shoulders, push her onto the bed and have us go at it like a famous Nine Inch Nails song? :twisted: Or do I go into pure molasses mode and slowly savour every moment? 8) Despite my pent-up emotions, when Remy re-entered the VIP room wearing that jaw-dropping dress, the only answer was to take it nice and slow. Nice…and…slow. N…i…c…e…a…n…d…s…l….o….w….. We retired to the couch and a succession of soft kisses commenced, moving into deeper, more passionate lip contact as our hands lightly explored each other’s topography, the tips of Remy’s nails stroking my back and sending jolts of pleasure that resonated throughout my spinal column with each electrifying touch. I countered with my own gentle rubbing, drawing her in closer, softly cupping the delicious, massive D-cups I had yearned to feel, fondle, caress and kiss over the years, still disbelieving that this gorgeous woman, who smelled so good and innocent, was in my arms as we acted out, in real life, a scenario I had only previously imagined and fantasized about for the better part of a decade. I kissed her arms, then moved down to her feet, massaging her sole and kissing her toes and ankles, my hands moving to legs that were milk-bath smooth. As my lips alternately glided up the left…and then the right…I was met with another surprise… :shock: Remy had purposefully neglected to wear an undergarment for our rendezvous, and sight of that shaven wonder gave my tongue an instant erection. I moved my mouth closer and closer to that magical honey pot…teased it with a light full-lipped kiss and the tip of my tongue on her glistening pearl…and then pulled away. I wasn’t ready to go there yet. I had other parts of Remy’s succulent body to explore. I pulled her from the couch onto my lap to straddle me in reverse cowgirl style – I should point out that all of our clothes were still on – and pulled down the straps of her dress so I could access her velvety shoulders and sublime back. Guys, if I could offer a word of advice here, one of the most neglected areas during sex is a woman’s back…pepper it with butterfly kisses; repeatedly stroke and caress it in a circular motion, and they will experience such relaxing pleasure that it will substantially increase the flow of moisture between their legs. Remy’s soft moans and the look of eyes-closed ecstasy she had on her face as I did this spoke volumes to its effectiveness. As our lovemaking continued and pieces of clothing removed, I was privileged to enjoy, relish, appreciate and delight in every flawless inch of Remy’s spectacular anatomy. Her compact size lent itself to a sensual intimacy that was mind-blowing as she straddled me, allowing me to grab that masterpiece of an ass and pull her closer, her splendid, silver-dollar-sized nipples grazing my chest and my lips as she furiously rode me. As I began to feel the pressure in my pubis begin to rise, warning Remy that an eruption was forthcoming, she executed her finishing move, a little something called the Twist – and it was game over: I think I matched Old Faithful in terms of the geyser that was unleashed. Without giving too much away, let’s just say, with The Twist, that you suddenly feel good vibrations at the moment you’re least expecting to, and it sends you hurtling uncontrollably over the edge of whatever euphoria you might expect to be experiencing when you’re buried deep within the marvelous thighs of the alluring Remy Martin. And feeling the aftershocks of Remy’s own enjoyment of our interaction is rewarding beyond words… Remy was so much fun, and following our two hours of passion; after we lay in one another arms, I made a solemn resolution: That it won’t be another eight years before I revisit the fantastic Remy Martin experience. Next time, I’m going to bring some Remy Martin, and as I suggested in another post, I’m going to pour it on her belly button and other parts of her divine anatomy and sip and slurp to my heart’s content. :wink: That is, if it’s okay with you, Miss Remy… :wink: So from now on, when I look up into the sky and at the stars, I’ll think of the flawlessly heavenly body of the irresistible courtesan Remy Martin, remember the passion stoked by our intertwined limbs, and recall how skillfully she sent me into the stratosphere of sensual bliss and ultimate satisfaction. For women as exceptional and extraordinary as Remy Martin are few and far between. :wink: Can’t wait til next time, baby. Xo Nick (Torontoral) P.S. You look frickin' amazing in that dress!!!