This is a stock photo of course. But this is how I feel whenever I saw Chanel I. She has the killer eyes, possibly a rare enhancement to her natural beauty, double eyelids. She also has an unfair advantage with a quarter of European genes that aren't recognizable as such.Most beautiful girls look like a different person without makeup on. But not for Chanel. On occasions she didn't wear makeup, I enjoy staring at her eye to eye. She would stare back at me smiling, proud of herself.
I met her at 19, flawless with nothing to complain about. She even has a pair of C that I still couldn't tell if they are real or not. At about 5'4, she can wear a bikini well. Her hip and thighs are slightly thicker than a catwalk model but I never noticed until one day she tried a schoolgirl outfit for me. Emma looked so like a tiny schoolgirl in that when she is several inches taller.
Maybe she was very good at disguising already at the time but the schoolgirl cut couldn't be mistaken. Maybe some daddies like it but you can't go shopping like a pretty woman by yourself with that on your head.
Little did I know she would become 10 times better (or worse) than Chanel. All the top labels sent her cards regularly. Even if she doesn't have half a million cash, she has a Porshe, probably an MBZ and a BMW for daily commuting. Chanel I spent everything using her then boyfriend's super-duper card. There's no limit on beauty and classy expenditures. But imagine Chanel II can spend even on cars and houses! I'm so proud to have sex with her. And I still can any time I wanted.
She is every bit a catwalk model with the appropriate chest to go with. She's not flat for the model standard but a bit insufficient for general escorting. When I first met her she didn't even take off her top when she started to blow me. They looked so virginic when I dropped her top.
She is every bit a pretty girl, her face just not as outstanding as Chanel I. She did talk with me that there are so many choices, including for me that is very true. I thought she was grateful that I kept seeing her a few times. I think daddies just have too many choices. But if you want a model type, she's the one. And when she is on her full gear, anybody else will feel inadequate. Whatever you paid she is worth it. She can afford the top shelf of the top labels including the special editions that you just can't get if you are not a frequent flyer. And the special order bag named Kelly? How about arriving at your yacht with a Porshe?
I could kiss her enough but not after she remembered that she shouldn't give me too much for my donations. We never have much chemistry and I now I know why. Although she has so many haters, she is a good talker if she is onto you. She can talk about Chanel as much as modern architecture. And she is so real. I still can't remember if she lied to me ever.
The closest time was when she complained that Julia's gym instructor cost $700/month while her boyfriend found her one for half price. So convincing. It's probably true though. Can you imagine what this girl is capable of?
The most passionate Valentine award goes to Caroline. And why would I include 3 of her pictures? She is absolutely gorgeous (except at some angles). She is absolutely every bit a model and an actress. And who could forget the dump that she lives? And her teen model disguise?
The fact that she is every bit a blue-eyed blonde model cost me more than Chanel II. This world is so twisted and messed up that it confuses even me. I have been wanting to see her again but I wouldn't bargain her down. I don't want the passionate GFE to become WFE, the wife experience.
Every time I kissed her my pants exploded. I had to unzip myself to continue. Yes, we kissed passionately like new lovers before taking off our clothes. She is a good kisser but no tongue, very natural girlfriend experience.
Her IG is the place for the old vocational school that she dropped out of, where she signed on for modeling. It's the place to take her mom to concerts and to remember her late dad. Also for her childhood ambitions. Sometimes I feel sad for her. But now she found herself a nice boyfriend. He seemed to be staying and she looked happy. But she tells me I can go to fuck her any time. Of course, I have to pay and while her boyfriend isn't around.
I could have seen her for most of 2018 but Julia turned up all of a sudden and trumped her for my last play money. I had a near-miss traffic accident. Actually, I reacted in time and she couldn't have possibly hit me. But it dawned on me that I could be gone just like that any time. Since Caroline is expensive and far away, I just took the chance to audition new talents. I saw 3 women at the weekend and the last was Julia. She changed her name but I picked the same schoolgirl type again and again. The rest is history.
She is so good and confident that she mostly takes selfies right at the hotel for advertising, before and after I see her. So her pictures are a few memorabilia when the candle I smell is still burning right there.
Other than her makeup she is flawless, a schoolgirl with small tits but not flat. She is warm but barely kisses. I tried but didn't get anywhere. I lost her when she is known to disappear for months when daddies are plenty.
When I rediscovered her I didn't know if she was desperate or she missed me very much. She was all smiling and dived down to kiss me during the cowgirl. She was all out to get me. It was hard to do or pretend. And it wasn't just kissing. There was tongue and I went on to suck hers out.
It was also the only day she had makeup on that I could see her real face. She is a pretty girl after all. I just couldn't stay away from her for long even though I tried. She was closer and cheaper than Caroline. She is also a lot younger and prettier.
I went on to get invited to her home. It was all or nothing. I saw her enough at hotels. She began to feel like that I was a candidate as her daddy. But I didn't try to mislead her that my trust fund was unlimited. I think that's the end of us. She really did quit everything but she could have kept me if I were richer or spent like it.
Although I was like crying when I lost her, even though she is stripper class now, I have no feeling for her anymore seeing her updates on IG.
She is my rebound. At the time she was the only attractive girl who offered the back door. I paid dearly for it.
It was such a pleasant surprise when I met her. How often the girl is as attractive as her pictures? She is tall like 5'6 to 5'8. Slim and athletic at the same time. She could be a Victoria's Secret model. Indeed I asked her dress size so I could bring some lingerie the next time.
There is always something off about her. She looks great in her fancy big curry hair. But then another time she could be having straight blonde hair with insufficient volume. She can't be too beautiful with too many eyelids but she is cute and pretty. She legs and short shorts were killing me but she was always wearing half a T-shirt greeting me as if she was trying to hide something. Her boobs are too natural. Nothing wrong with them but they didn't drive me crazy.
I don't know why she picked the 19 category to compete. She was at least a few years older than that with more maturity. It's a little odd when she talked like 19. I like her character and maturity. I prefer her to speak more naturally.
When I was flat ironing her ass I asked if she was OK. She wasn't. Because she isn't a tiny girl, I wasn't deep enough so I slipped out on occasions and then pushed back in. That wasn't good. So I tried to stay deep.
She kissed but I didn't know how passionate or good she was. Because I just vacuumed her. Even though I was fucking her front and back, I felt that she had class. That prevented me from examining her ass or licking her legs, not too much anyway. She did notice that I was interested in her feet so the next time she showed off her pedicure before I noticed.
I thought it was a one night stand but I couldn't forget her. It got better each time. When I asked her dress size when we first met, she was brushing me off, not thinking that I was serious or she didn't think that I would be back. She just told me medium and sent me away.
The 3rd time I had a plan. I closed the door, grabbed her and deep kissed her as in Gone with the Wind or any other movie scene. She saw what I was going to do and she received it well. Though she often complained that I messed up her lipsticks at first and then her whole expensive naked look later. But it was her appreciation for me rather than an actual complaint.
I can feel that she is genuinely happy to see me and to be kissed. I can see that in her eyes that is hard to fake. Maybe it's the money but, well, at least it's not hard work.
I remembered her most on the day that I was oversexed. I booked her anyway because it was about time. I couldn't come or misfired. Then I put her hand on my cock to give me a beautiful handjob. We kissed a lot and we stared at each other a lot. And the other time when we were on fire, the hotel alarm system went off. It was the regular weekly test.
I did what I set out to do. She didn't talk much about herself. I didn't think I could get any further. So I abandoned her but we could start all over again whenever I felt like it. I did feel I was abandoning her because I didn't think that she was that popular. She reinvented herself a few times and then disappeared. But the good thing is, if I don't see her again, she won't be remembering me enough like sitting in the hotel waiting and thinking, "why the player doesn't come anymore?" That will be sad. It's not like Chanel who would call me up telling me how she misses me. No, she didn't say that but I know she needed the cash.
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