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Esta la escribo en inglés pues qué tal si ella me contesta? Prometo ponerla en españolito pronto. Es una experiencia personal muy bonita. Siempre la recordaré.
THE DAY I MET A (FUTURE) PORNSTAR
And I tried to lick her feet!
No, seriously, I did. There was this business trip we made to Orlando, Florida, for a Trade Show. Both my partner and I felt the need to try American women... for a buck, that is. That was the only quick way to do it. So we went for it.
It happened that The Doll's House, the pick of the waiter at the Hard Rock Cafe from Universal Studios, wasn't that bad at all. They just didn't allow us to touch. "This is because of the Mouse living in the area, guys" said the Asian beauty smiling and waving her momentuous tits at us. Unconvinced, we decided next day it wouldn't be so, and since we had some activities due next day on Tampa, we waited. And it paid off!
A pink neon sign caught our eye by 10 pm. Deja Vu, it read. Looks good. A fine strip bar. In we go, not before we could notice that it had a nice sex shop at the entrance. Felt we had to leave that for later. We looked up and a Cuban petite brunette was climbing, more gymnastically than sexily, the poles we all know so well. While I was gawking at the nudity going up and down the tube, thinking that is just the way it should be at every Olympic Games broadcasting, my partner found out to his dismay that there was no way we could buy anything remotely close to alcohol. It had to be the devil, he said mumbling, nothing works right here in this trip.
We sat and after 30 minutes two blondes came along. One of them was nice enough, but the other one... I am a bit ashamed to say, but she had everything I want in a woman... the almost juvenile looks and voice, the petite size, natural, funny, great smile and her breath was just right. It did not smell, like, it had to smell like tooth paste or listerine or anything... it just had no odor. It was awesome. A killer bod and blond, to boot (I loooove blondes!). It took them a reasonably long time to convince my friend since I carried no moolah to the adventure. He was the rich guy, mind you. So the dude ditched the dough and we entered some cute booth, and I took Sunshine Lane (cute name, I thought) ahead of whatever the stud might want or even think.
We were as alone as could be and needless to say, it was an unquantifiable amount of time that we were. All I know is that it was more than two songs, I'm pretty sure of that. We were having fun since she was completely naked and I made her sweat like no customer had ever done to her. I whispered her beautiful, sweet things in her ear that maybe no one had ever told her in such a situation, and I sure would NOT do that here in Mexico. The confidence I had, just to be sheltered by a different language, gave me the will to let go romantically. Made me live the fantasy all the way. She smiled and sometimes laughed. I loved that girl.
The main point, dear fetishist reader (because this is a foot fetishist blog, just FYI) comes right on. She could feel my hard-on, so she gently positioned my cock in an upright position inside my pants, and moved her teeth up and down the shaft. While I was drifting in heaven, I had an epiphany: What if I just kissed and caressed her feet just as I do with her breasts and buttcheeks? The language shelter, as I mentioned earlier, gave me the spine to propose that to her, and she balked a bit but regained her smile instantly:
-Oh, I'm sorry, I just had a foot surgery and don't want to show it that way to you.
-Well, don't worry (dissapointment on my face, I'm sure I couldn't fade it away, to my regret), but, are you okay? What happened?
Turns out she was a proffesional skater on ice and she had to go through surgery. I needed no more reasons, after all, I was there for something else and we could always talk about more outside. Drinking... soda pops, that is. Time ran out and we exchanged small, lovely chatter, and she said she had to go. It was somewhat strange for her to go out of work at a time like that, but she said it was that way because she had been there since early (don't know what was early to her) and she was tired. I had to watch her go away and while my friend got lost another whole 45 minutes with the most astounding, tallest blonde the place had to offer, I had the chance to talk to the girl who came along with her in the first place.
We talked a long time about her and about Sunshine Lane. She confirmed every word, and I no longer remember if I told her how smitten I was with the most beautiful chick in the US of A. But somehow it was clear for her.
Upon returning to my country, I tried to see her in the Deja Vu gallery photos. She was there. There was also a Message Board of the adult network and Sunshine Lane had posted the enormous amount of 3 messages in one year. I wasn't going to reach her, it seemed. But I didn't stop trying. I stopped about two years, and when I returned to the task, 3 months ago, it hit me. What if just google her? If you type "Sunshine Lane Deja Vu", the search engine will lead you to some very interesting information about her. And it all rings true to what I just wrote. The only thing that changed was her name. Now she's called Sunny Lane or Sunny Lee sometimes. I learned she won Deja Vu girl of the year or something, then moved on to porn, sponsored by no one else than her own parents (now that made me gasp in awe) and she had this lovely site of her, up and charging.
Sunny, if you read this, while looking up your name on the web just curious of what people have to say about you, I am ashamed to say I have illegal digital copies of some of your movies. But hey, ask anyone how hard it would be to trace one of those here in Mexico. Not to mention the price tag, what with the custom and shipping charges. I have to see you in my little Ares window. That is the only way I can have a grasp of you. And I am sure as hell you don't even remember me. In those films, I see lucky guys doing what I only dreamed of doing to you, and most interesting of all, there's this one where the dude sucks the life off your toes. Just thinking about how lucky he is gives me the shivers.
Now I have nothing to cling on about her, save for the fact that she may as well be THE Goddess of porn, and I will be glad to have known her once. And the very unlikely fact that she may be reading this right now and will learn she has this one Mexican fan. There is nothing I know about porn, save for three names: Tera Patrick, Jenna Jameson, and Sylvia Saint. But those names mean nothing to me. Sunny Lane, instead, I met her. And that gives me all the right in the world to support her and be her inconditional fan.
There, you see? There had to be some consolation prize. Not a tangible one, but there is. She and I exist in the same planet.
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