Re: Charlotte Lane review
I'm not very good at writing reviews but wanted you guys to know what Charlotte is like. So I found this review on the AE site and is one of the best reviews of any girl I've seen this year so have posted it here below. I'm sure Deonslamm wont mind, he's another Charlotte fan. Oh I've had to edit out most of the really good bits because of those strange little laws I've heard about in WA. Sorry about that, its well worth reading the real version on AE.
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A review of Charlotte Lane by Deonslamm.
To the feller who wrote up the review of Charlotte – I mean you NA Seadog - I owe you a whiskey, or a beer. I coulda picked a hundred ways to spend my night on business in Sydney, and I'm damn glad I picked to spend it with Charlotte.
Picture this: I'm drained from a stressful motherfucker of a week. I've been waiting for this night for a while, six months since my last lay, and my correspondences with Charlotte have been punctual and cool. I've sent her a wishlist of little things I like: eye shadow, one-piece swimsuit, hot pants, choker necklace: we all have our own sexy clothing preferences with women. She writes back that it's all good for the evening. I'm getting jazzed about it all in my hotel room.
Then comes the knock on the door. She's made it in good time for the rendezvous. I open it, and we got a layered fountain of chestnut hair catching the eyes, and this lithe thing in a black strapless dress coming into the room like we've known each other for years and this is just another hook-up. First thing you notice about this girl is she combines elegance with swagger. I'm sure there are benefits to spending an evening with a porcelain doll type, but personally, I dig my women with some savvy and style, and that's what I got this night. Secondly, she's at ease and she puts you at ease. I don't know what charisma is necessarily, but at that stage I figure Charlotte's got it. By the end of the night, I realise she ain't just got it, she's probably giving night classes to other girls on how to get it.
She excuses herself to the bathroom, and I punch the air when she can't see because the girl is fine. She's hotter than an Oporto chilli burger in Alice Springs in January. Think model's physique (and yeah, she IS a model) with one of those fresh, friendly faces, succulent lips, and the right kind of make-up. She's got some cute little shoulders, and the sort of legs you want to stare up at from the floor like you're checking out a skyscraper. I don't want to sound like a queer, but you got to hate amateurish make-up mistakes on a girl like overdoing eye-shadow, spider-lashes, all that sort of stuff: Charlotte doesn't make those errors. This is the sort of girl you saw in Uni that was a little too hip and in demand for you to get with, the waitress behind the bar with street smarts that you never were sober enough to sweet talk. I'm talking all kind of sexy thing archetypes. I'm seeing Swedish-Italian background, and she's telling me I'm wrong, but that's part of the charm, and it's fun to guess.
Turns out Charlotte and I listen to the same bands and tunes. There's some r n b playing in the background from my laptop, and it switches to urban lounge. Given that Charlotte looks like a girl out of a classy Video Hits clip, I would suggest if you're gonna see her, bring some mood music that suits your style. Conversation is easy with her: she's bright and engaging, never overbearing, clearly worldly but doesn't flaunt it, but doesn't let you forget it either. I hate to race into the good stuff because we've got three hours, and like I said, it plays like we're old friends. I bust out the bottle of Moet, and we drink. She makes a trip to freshen up, and I'm feeling good.
Then when she comes back, it's on. First we got some nuzzling and kissing, and she bites my ear like she's afraid it's going to run away. Next thing I know we're chatting as she undresses me and myself. It doesn't take long for me to rise to the occasion, and - I know the tradition on these boards is to play discreet about the bumping and grinding part of the evening, but I'm telling it like it was – and we've got some nude fondling. She's got a tattoo on her back, I won't say of what, you're going to have to dig that surprise yourself. Next thing you know she's on the bed, I'm standing, and xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx amazing how great head soothes the mind.
I had an agenda to unleash some serious xxxx prowess on the girl, and damn if it didn't make my night. Yeah, giving oral to her was the highpoint, this from a man who loves the girl giving the bj! See, too many women are either over the top with head or are just waaay too quiet, like you're eating out a librarian. Charlotte told me she orgasms powerfully, and I liked the responses I was getting as I moved my tongue around the lips and swept side to side. Little hint fellers – cut your nails back if you're thinking finger and tongue, because remember, the girl is sensitive, so you have to be too. Just as I'm busting out spelling the alphabet on her pussy, I hear this fabulously ardent 'Fuck!' come out of her, like a reflex exclamation. That's the kind of little moment you want to take away from sex.
Then the condom comes on and we're on. It's a challenge not just kicking back and watching when she's in cowgirl, but then, it's the man's job to deliver. Charlotte bangs like she means it. I mean, I was starting to wear down a bit, but when the girl digs what you're doing, you'd best step it up a gear. I hope I held tough. I think she liked it when she was on her side and I went in transverse for some gentle lovin'. We left some positions for next time.
Once I extended, it was on all over the place. She was about to change when I went dining at the Y again, and then I kicked back in a slouch chair for half an hour of hand and oral lovin'. Don't be fooled by the physique – the girl has stamina. Then, just as my legs are starting to quake to jelly with the intensity she's building, we decide we need some food. Room service delivers, and next thing I know we're sucking two straws from the same strawberry milkshake, like star-struck teenagers from the Sixties. That's not a euphemism – we actually drank a milkshake. It's actually sexy watching her eat. I never really got what made the "girlfriend experience" what it was, but now I get it – it's about looking across the room and not remembering how you got with this girl, but loving the fact you've just laid her, and it's back to chilling with her and enjoying every little thing she does. That was enough for me. I unloaded on her tits and damn did it make my month. Afterwards, I'm spent but grinning. Hell, she's the hottest girl I've slept with in a looong time, maybe ever, and she made it all look easy, and made me forget exactly the circumstances that put us in that hotel room, and I don't know about you, but that's exactly what I'm in this game for.
So like I said Seadog, I owe you one. All you fellers who moan about the price of Sydney girls – check this girl out and see if you don't change your tune. Anyone who wants a freewheeling barnstormer of an evening, call the girl up. I mean, it would suck if one of you booked her on a night I wanted to hang with her, but I can feel good for my fellow man if he's with "Lotte".
Charlotte Lane bangs like she means it. That's all a man can ask for.