🖤REVIEW: RAVEN PERSUASION🖤 In some ways, Raven wasn’t an obvious pick for me. Anyone who’s been on the board here for the last few weeks might know what I mean. Raven has a larger than life personality and has gained momentary notoriety for a few things recently. By that, I mean the unicorn onesie, the ice cream cone unicorn imitation, certain photos of a hotel stay from recent road trip. And who could forget the infamous Taser session documented here in the past. And if her posts don’t have you convinced of her unique nature, you have only to catch her in Flashchat to have any doubt of her uniqueness completely removed. She’s even more noticeable in chat, shooting off the hip with her free-form comments, where she has few boundaries and very little visible restraint. Yes, she’s a tad exuberant. But it was also there in chat, that I saw past all that and saw more. I glimpsed flashes of an intense intelligence cleverly disguised behind her quips. Readers of past reviews of mine will recall that intelligence is a huge siren call for me, and she immediately caught my attention. But still, admiration of her brawny intellect didn't immediately translate into any real action for me to go to see her. That is, until a chat one day where we were bantering about everything odd under the sun. I said to her, apropos of nothing, that I thought I was likely too tame for her. That I was a pretty vanilla guy, or at least I thought so, compared to my current chat companion. She replied in her usual provocative way, that she could do “married missionary sex in the dark”. I literally laughed out loud. I suppose that many folks might have seen that as a slight, a mild rebuke of bread and butter sex. But that day, I saw it in the vein that it was probably intended. As a endearment of the familiar, the everyday, yet intensely satisfying. I was fully curious now. I asked if I could see her when I came to town and she hesitated. She explained, in a much more composed tone now, that she hadn’t seen any clients since her return from Calgary. That she wasn’t advertising, that she was just on the board to have a little bit of fun. There are times when I know to press my advantage, and other times when I want to be mindful of other folks’ feelings. This was one of those latter times. I sensed that there was more to that response than what her simple words were saying. What that more was, was none of my business. I said that I’d love to meet her, but if she didn’t want to, I wouldn’t make a fuss. Another hesitation. Finally, she said yes. I could be her welcome back to the business in Calgary. I wanted to explore that mind a little more. I knew I would perhaps be a little different from her usual eclectic band of horny dudes looking for their Taser and unicorn onesie fix. So I took a deep breath and proposed a dinner date. There was this restaurant near my hotel that I wanted to try out, and would she like to accompany me. She said sure, text me tomorrow and we’ll work out the details. I thought, sure, I can give you a little more time to decide if you want to really do this. So I texted her the next day, and we had a short exchange. She finally relented and agreed to meet me at my hotel. We would head off to the restaurant together. A few short hours passed, and I speculated how the evening would play out. She arrived, right on time, and uncharacteristically for me I wasn't ready yet. I rushed through the last of my preparations and headed down to the lobby. My heart skipped a half beat when I saw her. She was wearing a very classy and very classic red velvet dress and pearls. Her dress was short, above the knee, and had a plunging neckline. The girls were prominently featured and I tried not to stare. Her outfit was old school glamorous and it would not have been out of place with a pair of white elbow length gloves. It was exactly the sort of thing that I would expect Marilyn Monroe, the departed actress, not the Calgary SP, would wear. She looked wonderful. Thankfully, I had thought to bring nicer clothes with me on this trip. I apologized profusely for being late, and she waved it off. We walked off to the restaurant and she took my hand in hers. It was a nice touch. We arrived at the restaurant. It was a decent imitation of a dive bar, and their specialty was southern barbecue. We were led to our table, turning heads the whole way, and we sat down. We ordered the house specialty and started chatting in earnest. The place was loud, rude and crude. It was too loud for conversation, really. She talked about herself, her travels, what had brought her to Calgary, what made her leave, and what made her return. But with the noise around me, I could only hear perhaps half of what she was saying. Our conversation was peppered with the occasional ‘What?’. But still, what I could hear was interesting. She was highly intelligent and ridiculously accomplished outside of this business. She was clearly an adrenaline junkie and a risk taker and it showed in her interests. I smiled at the idea of her risking life and limb for fun, and yet hesitating to see me. Our ribs arrived. We tore into them with gusto. I realized that the moment was likely a mirror of what we might expect later on that evening. We were dressed to the nines, and we were eating with our hands and tearing the meat off bones with our teeth. I don’t ever recall experiencing such a graphic reminder that our veneer of civilization is a thin one, and that we are beasts at heart. We finally finished our meal and made our way out into the night air. It was blissfully quiet there in the street and she again took my hand in hers and we walked back to my hotel. The evening was warm, the company was pleasant. I caught a whiff from time to time of her perfume. Thankfully the walk back was a short one. I wasn't sure I could stay a gentleman much longer. We arrived back in my room. “Wanna see how quickly we can get undressed?” Oh, my pleasure, ma’am. She was out of her dress in seconds. I shed my coat, sport coat, shirt and pants. She was naked except for her pearls and she jumped onto the bed and smiled up at me as I struggled with the last of my clothes. But I finally freed myself from the confines of my garments and jumped on to the bed as well. Our lips locked, our tongues tangoed. That evening was a perfect example of how we are all different personas at different times, with different people. She came to my room, expecting a vanilla session, as did I. But there was something about her that flipped a switch inside me. Perhaps it was that I knew she was adventuresome in bed, that she was that thrill seeker. Perhaps it was what I wanted, subconsciously, when I first called. Perhaps it was our passions aroused by tearing flesh from bones with our teeth. I’ll never know. But that evening, I was aggressive, assertive, forceful. I didn't try to hurt her, or abuse her trust. I’m simply incapable of doing that intentionally. But I did hold her down, grasp her firmly, and thrust with the same gusto that we had attacked that plate of ribs with. I suggested a role play for another time that made her blink. I had no idea where it had come from, because I’d never consciously considered it, let alone speak it out loud or request it. It just fit perfectly with the tone of the evening. She wanted me to take her forcefully, with vigor, without mercy, and to keep it coming. And her cumming, not to put too fine a point on it. But sadly, I’m only human. I could only keep this up for so long. It’s days like this, that I wish I was much younger than my too many years on this earth. But it’s just for moments like this that I’d cultivated certain skills with my fingers and tongue. And I applied those skills with vigor, without mercy, to her very obvious delight. I think that we were both surprised how the evening turned from vanilla to light kink. She showed me a couple of firsts, and amazingly, I was able to shock her with my roleplaying suggestion and get her intrigued by a whole new area of play. Something new for her, in other words. It was a very memorable evening for the both of us. Towards the end of our time together, I told her that I wasn't normally like this. To show her, I started to kiss and caress her tenderly, sensitively. She responded by breathing deeply, eyes closed. She was enjoying this. Perhaps we weren't so different, after all. And I might even be able to show her a thing or two sometime, coming from my vanilla world. Raven is only 5'4" but I found her to be much larger than life, on many levels. She has a huge personality, and will say or do something over the over the top at the drop of a unicorn horned hat. But I can definitely say that in spite of her youth she’s lived life to the fullest, had already accomplished much more with her life than many twice her age. I came away from our evening with a newfound respect for her. And more importantly for this hobby I’m in, she was also a ton of fun. There is always a sad moment with every encounter, and it is when it is time for one of us to leave. She checked her phone and one of her friends had been beckoning her to join them. I left our bed wanting more, wishing we could play longer. As much as we had explored that evening, I thought we were only scratching the surface of the things that we could explore. It was doubly sad, I think, not only because our time was coming to an end, but also because I knew it would be a while until I would be back in town again and we could continue our explorations. I’ve become philosophical about my real-life travels as a tourist. You simply can’t see all the sights that you would like to. There just is never enough time or opportunity. The best that you can do is enjoy the sights that you can see to the fullest, and not try and cram so much into your trip that you’re left not truly enjoying any of it. You want to leave wanting more, and leave a few things for the next time. And for me there will be a next time with Raven. We've already started talking about it. And I’m not going to even try and speculate what kind of craziness we’ll be getting ourselves into next time. I’ll smile with the memories of that evening, and long for the next time to come.