Okay, here goes nothing. My name is Steven Sinclair and I am a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Vanier, Province of Ontario. That's in Canada in case you don't know. I recently moved there from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. My passport says American, and that's true enough but I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. I'm a Naturalized Citizen of the United States studying Business Administration at Carleton University in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I transferred there from Bay State College in downtown Boston. I have something to confess to you folks today, so please bear with me. It isn't easy for me to admit this but a brother's got to do what a brother's got to do.
I have a thing for White women. And not just any White women. Those in their early fifties or late forties. I know. That's definitely not something you hear every day. However, that's what I am interested in. The question is, how do I go about finding these ladies? I looked long and hard ( pardon the pun) on Facebook and elsewhere but could never find what I wanted. Until I came across this recommendation board advertising the sensual services of ladies in Canada's capital region. I know what you're thinking. Dealing with escorts can be dangerous. There's the fact that you don't know the lady and she doesn't know you. Also, there are health and safety concerns. However, I was desperate so I finally logged onto the board, created a profile for myself and began browsing the profiles.
I finally came across someone fairly interesting. Her moniker said Leanne Hennessey. A five-foot-eleven, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in Ottawa, Ontario. Let me just say that her pictures were amazing. The lady has a nice, curvy body and a big round ass. I didn't know White women could have nice asses like that. Damn. I contacted Leanne Hennessey, and tried to book a session. We spoke on the phone, and I noticed that she had a very pleasant sounding voice. She was forty six years old, and had recently left a job with the private sector. I found that really cool. A lady who's very sexy and obviously educated. Nice, really nice. I introduced myself as Steve, no last name. young Black man, polite and friendly, seeking understanding lady for discrete sensual encounter. Leanne seemed glad to hear that. She had a lot of questions. What is my sign? Aquarius. How old am I? Twenty two. Where do I come from? United States of America. What religion am I? A proud Catholic like ninety percent of all Haitians. When was my last STI test? A month ago, clean as a whistle. Why am I into older White women? Because they're hot!
Leanne Hennessey and I talked for a good forty five minutes on the phone. I found her really funny and cool. She found it fascinating that I came all the way from the State of Massachusetts to attend school in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I didn't tell Leanne which school I was attending, but then again I didn't have to. There are only two universities in town, the University of Ottawa and Carleton University. Leanne sounded cool, and she assured me that with her, discretion was a must. She also told me that she had some ground rules. I was okay with those. She wasn't into anal sex. She didn't like verbally abusive language. She wasn't into rough sex. Oh, and she liked clean, friendly guys. Of all hues. I promised to adhere to her rules. Leanne finally told me her rates, and told me to get to the Barrhaven sector. Once I arrived there, she would give me her address. I agreed, then rushed to the ATM. I took out my Royal Bank of Canada debit card and withdrew two hundred dollars. I put it in my wallet, then dashed through campus. I took the number four bus outside the Carleton University Center and got off at Hurdman Station. From there I took the ninety five bus to Barrhaven. It got there in thirty minutes. Once at the Barrhaven bus stop, I called Miss Leanne and told her I was there.
Leanne Hennessey gave me the final directions to her place, and I walked ten minutes under the rain to a beautiful house located not far from the Barrhaven bus stop. I stood there, and knocked on the door. Moments later, Leanne came to the door, dressed like a professional. By that I meant business attire. Nice. I smiled, and she welcomed me inside. Leanne led me to the living room, and we sat down to talk. The place was beautiful, artfully decorated. I'm no expert but the furniture and artwork definitely looked expensive. I saw framed diplomas on the wall. I gathered that Leanne's first name was real, but her last name was Henderson, not Hennessey. She graduated from York University in 1997, and earned her MBA from the University of Calgary in 2002. And she had professional certificates from the Canadian Revenue Agency, meaning she once worked there. Wow. This lady was beautiful, educated and every bit a woman of the world by the way she carried herself. She smiled and answered my unasked question. Leanne worked as an escort for the thrill, not the money. I wouldn't be surprised if this woman was a millionaire. Nice.
