Review of Rosalie O'Connor of Rosalie O'Connor, London

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You won't need a description from me, just look at her wonderful pictures. Even with the blurring of the face they will give you a damned fine indication of what you would be letting yourself in for if you met her. She's smart, sexy, sophisticated and all the rest of it. [/drooling]

So this was the occasion where I met Rosalie for the very first time, along with her good friend Alex (who deserves a separate entry in her own right) and I had requested that the time be used to serve as an introduction to one of Alex's particular hobbies. (An inept bit of phrasing that very nearly resulted in me being introduced to the dubious charms of Philately...)

So as you can imagine, confronted by two beautiful ladies I was a hopeless bag of nerves. They both however soon put me at my ease... and when they saw I was in danger of becoming too relaxed took certain actions to swiftly and efficiently correct that deficiency. *ahem* Moving swiftly on.

I won't bore you with the particulars but Rosalie is in every way absolutely amazing; intelligent, sensual, tactile, humorous, imaginative. I would launch into a torrent of superlatives but I only have limited stock.

Basically, that thing that they do, they do it very well.

Now, if you will excuse me, I've got a couple of banks to rob if I'm going to be making a habit of this malarkey. (Incidentally the price quoted above was her's alone - they don't run 'two for one' offers for fools like me... or indeed anyone)