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Christine`s Adventure in Boston with Tony
July 18 2010 | By paladina | Comments (off)
I love The Opera. I`m Italian, very Italian... as a child, Opera was often played in my home as I sat on the floor playing with dolls. I grew up with it and it is part of me. I go to the opera whenever I can. I like good seats; I like to dress to the nines and sip champagne. That means I don`t go as often as I`d like. When Tony called to see if I was interested in being his date, I jumped at the chance.
I had just ordered a bottle of Guenoc Cabernet Sauvignon. The waiter had departed on his mission when Tony rounded the corner and entered the bar. His stride was confident, accentuated with some of the longest legs I`ve seen in a while.

Tony cannot help but notice a body that is tender, and perfectly formed with 34 D`s, an ass that has nice, round, plump cheeks. And I`m the goddess of tight pussy!

"Tony?" I whispered into his ear, "I want you to tell me what I could do for you if you had only one wish."
Anal sex and vaginal sex are two different kinds of sex. Each has its own special ins and outs (all right, that was an intentional pun) and both are extremely pleasurable if done the right way. It`s all about technique.

I held my breath. He paused. I felt an overpowering desire to have him buried deep inside of me and took matters in my own hands. I pushed back against him and instinctively he pushed into me. Then he was buried all the way to the base of his shaft, he was in me. I whimpered as I felt his balls slap against my clit. Then he began to move in me, to slowly pull his cock almost out and then to force it back in to me, like a battering ram, as I saw stars. He moved faster, to push against me, to fill me. He moved his hips from side to side, the head of his cock moving along the sides of my pussy, stroking every corner of my love box.




I hope this little story has inspired your passion and will facilitate the exchange of intimate caresses. Being a courtesan is no theatrical performance for me, but the experiencing of genuine feelings according to the motto, ``everything can happen, if it pleases you``. I would be glad to spend a wonderful time with you as your courtesan and consort.


E-mail Christine: Christine@Paladina.net
Christine`s Adventure in Altamonte with Ethan
July 16 2010 | By paladina | Comments (off)
I have been in the industry for a while and have pretty much seen it all. I have traveled throughout the United States and abroad to Italy and Europe. But, my date with Ethan surprised even me.
The key to a successful threesome is to look beyond just a sexual romp, and realize that a balance of many things must be involved, I explained to Ethan when he asked about a duo session.

It`s been said that I, quite possibly, have the most amazing tits of my generation. What a burden, eh? I wonder what they would say if they only knew about booty (good god, how nice!). You`ll have to have a little taste of loins that promise when she`s alone with her man, it’s more than a romantic encounter. It’s a religious experience that transcends the simple union of two bodies becoming one. It`s perfection, the reason why God created man and woman.

Sometimes, what I crave is to ball, feel wanton desire boil within; to let crimson blood run hot. Skin against skin, wet with passion, lips entwined with hard craving. Other times, what happened next is just perfect.
It`s in private that a courtesan is given the opportunity to perfectly reveal her essence. A gentleman who has never availed himself of courtesan services will mock her chosen profession. He sneers that, for a price, she will pretend interest in him. A courtesan chuckles because she knows, `... for a price, she won`t have to pretend anything ...`, as Ethan next found out.

As a business person, a courtesan understands that a consumer`s priority is quality -- whether it`s mish or doggy-style or anything in between -- so her goal is to make your experience so pleasurable that you`ll want to come again.




I hope this little story has inspired your passion and will facilitate the exchange of intimate caresses. Being a courtesan is no theatrical performance for me, but the experiencing of genuine feelings according to the motto, ``everything can happen, if it pleases you``. I would be glad to spend a wonderful time with you as your courtesan and consort.


E-mail Christine: Christine@Paladina.net
Christine`s Adventure in Orlando with Richard
July 14 2010 | By paladina | Comments (off)
I received a call a few Saturday nights ago with a special request: I should wear a very short mini-skirt, or dress, and no bra and no panties, so I chose a very sexy dress I have, which is black, very short and open on the sides! I followed the hallway to its end, where I found a door with a small engraved sign: `Office`. Feeling a little bit like Alice following the Mad Hatter, I reached for the doorknob, turned it, pushed open the door and walked into the office. I stepped onto a think, sink-up-to-your-ankles white wool carpet. Pure white, as white as snow. I looked around, saw a man sitting behind a desk, in a thick red leather swivel chair. The man`s feet were up on the desk.

It was impossible for Richard not to notice my marvelous curves and perfectly tasteful style that make my body a celebration; perfect booty (perfect for shaking all night long); wet pussy yearning for action.

I enjoy gentlemen following me with their eyes. I enjoy meeting extraordinary people and personalities. Interesting conversations, passionate and sensual eroticism, the enjoyment of another person`s skin. They breathe life into an otherwise humdrum existence. So it was with Richard...
I surrendered completely and I felt him undressing me very tenderly... While he undressed me he would touch me with his fingers all the way down my back and my arms, as he was standing behind me.

The sight of Richard naked, his large masculine hand cupping his balls, made me feel a tingling deep in my pussy and I smiled with anticipation. His cock straining straight away from his body made me pull my nipples higher, I let my fingers slide their way lower to entwine in my soft pubic curls. My pubic hair felt so soft, as my fingers ran through the strands. I parted my pussy lips, exposing to him the jewel kept so safely hidden. Touching this precious area I felt the warmth of his gaze caressing my body, loving me as I guided my hand over my clit in wonderful circular motions. Cascading a multitude of sensations through my body it caused me to softly moan, "oh yes, yessss."

I heard his voice whispering to me, "Yes, Christine, rub yourself for me, let me see your body in passion."




I have a wardrobe of suitable outfits for any occasion. So, if you are visiting Orlando, New York, Chicago or Washington D.C. on a cultural tour, business trip or just pleasure... and want to have the best time of your life, just contact me, Christine Paladina. You will be spoiled beyond expectation; wonderfully treated and pampered beyond your wildest dreams and desires.


E-mail Christine: Christine@Paladina.net
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