Sex Escort Lorena
PERSONAL DETAILS
Name: Lorena
Age: 26
Height: 168
Smoking: No
Orientation: Bisexual
Eyes: Blue
Size: 3
Weight: 66
Drinking: No
Shaved: Yes
City: Batemans Bay
GIRL'S SERVICES OPEN 24/7
- Body To Body Massage
- Hard Sports Hs
- Blindfold
- Candle Wax
- Light Domination
- For Disabled
- Smoking Fetish
- Water Sports
- Naturism Nudism
- Poppers
- Pinwheel
- For Couples
- Fisting Giving
- Fmm Threesome
- Cross Dressing
- Caning
- Strap On Pegging
- Domination
- Soft Spanking Receiving
- Pse Porn Star Exp
- Cbt Balls Torture
- Extraball
- Butt Plugs
- Dinner Dates
- Lesbian Show
- Group For Extra
- Humiliation Giving
- Adult Baby Minding
- Depilation
- Role Play
Independent Escort
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Availability
Duration
1 hour
2 hours
overnight
Incall
183$
399$
919$
Outcall
252$
410$
1071$
Travel Rates & Conditions
Payment Method: Cash, Bank Wire, PayPal
Flight Reservation: By Escort
Description
I saw her first in her feathered form: I was three weeks in to a Pacific crossing, fair winds and all following seas, wing-on-wing, single-handing, tethered in. I’d been alone so long I wasn’t human. The day had opened up hot. Eight knots of wind steady on the back of my neck, no land for weeks, sparse white clouds high overhead. The sky and the ocean the same deep blue meeting at the horizon. The slow roll of the waves was my whole world and my heartbeat. All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck and I slammed my hand over my hat as a sudden gust of wind rushed over my sailboat’s stern. I lurched for the sheets and I almost missed her. Up. I looked up, all the way up. Impossibly high and still rising. I grabbed for my binoculars. She was riding a thermal, motionless. Her wings were brown, orange, striped white and black, vivid coral, pink, neon, like a sea-creature erupted forth from the water. I lost sight of her as she rose, her white underbelly merging into a white cloud, but the memory of her was as real to me as each wave’s roll. Weeks later, I sighted land. Two volcanos that rose slowly over the horizon. I anchored out and rowed my dinghy to shore. Scrambling up onto a deserted beach, I saw something. Nestled under a rock, wet from the tide it was orangey-pink, striped black and white, vivid, neon, each feather ruffling in the breeze I had found the feathered pelt of a rare bird, abandoned on the beach. And leading forth from the wet feathers on the sand, was the shape of a human foot. Upon the breeze, I heard the faintest whisper … “Opals, silk, lace, furs, I like this world a lot” _ twitter