Holiday Spirit Nymphette!
Mother Nature throwing the keep into the darkness this eve and now the flickering candle lit room, I reminisce of my most recent experience with the incomparable Joyfull. Having known her from almost her start and carousing in the South Sound, I love to tell of the lore which always favours this exquisite lady. I recently ran into the joyfull one at a gathering of friends, but I had arrived late as everyone was leaving. When departing, got a text titillation back and forth from her and made an appointment on the fly. I have promised (crossing my heart) to come to her Seattle establishment for the very longest. I had the time and was in striking distance. YES! As usual, got fairly lost en route, but did stop off for a house warming gift. Then off to the abode with the most dizzying directions imaginable. I finally found a parking space with the nymphet up in the window waving madly at me. Grabbed a bottle of chocolate wine and the gift bauble.
Joyfull is a timeless and special person. Memories fill my mind of our play adventures over the years as I approach the villa up this curvy walk.
Played a tune at the door on her announcement device (don't ask). Ushered into the abyss and we toured the place. So VERY quaint and like Joyfull, eclectic. Flutes and cork screw ...Voila, a glass each clinking a toast and then over to meet Lil Beastie and the partridge in the pear tree that I was privileged to add my contribution. I love the room we call down South the 'sun pawlar', that faces out to her winter garden. The wintry day prevents a spin through the famous Secret Garden.
With the tour, we head up the winding steps to the small boudoir and bath. Then a little more wine and a little less clothes as we re imagined and refreshed ourselves with one another. No specifics this time but afterwards we did get in the shower as we are smallish hobbit like creatures where we rubba dub dubbed with loads of luxurious soaps.
Soon all tidily dressed and an exit tune. I part her joyfullness forth wit only to be in a mesmerized state driving up I5 the wrong direction at rush hour and a nickle tour of the International district to boot! But was it ever worth it! ...
