Jessica of SOMA

Ever look at a picture of an escort (or any other hot gal) you had the pleasure of banging and found yourself glowing with pride (and lust) as you thought to yourself, “Dude! I can’t believe I got to fuck her!”

That’s how I felt when I found this picture of Jessica of SOMA online. SOMA, for the uninitiated, refers to the area South Of MArket Street in San Francisco. Jessica, to my knowledge, still uses a luxury apartment in this area for her baseops. She is also 5’3”, 110 lbs, was probably about 27 when I saw her back in 2000, kind of resembles Lisa Hartman Black (at right), and has a stripper’s body with big, gorgeous enhanced tits. I wish the photo showed her face, but I guess the girl still likes her privacy.

I only saw Jessica the one time, and frankly, the reason I didn’t repeat was because I felt she rushed our session. Not that she didn’t deliver, but I treat my women as I do my food…I like to enjoy them unhurried. I like to linger over them. Sue me. I also didn’t appreciate being rushed considering I paid $250 for the session.

I found Jessica via her ad in either the SF Weekly or the Bay Guardian (I can’t remember which). It said something like “Beautiful Green Eyed Blonde” yada yada and that was enough for me. I consulted a couple of reviews on SFRedbook.com and they were favorable. Jessica was nice and polite on the phone, so off I went.

Did the whole two-call thing and went to her place. Very pleased at what I saw…this blonde petite hottie in a little gold (as opposed to little black) dress, wearing clear Plexiglas fuck-me pumps. Wasn’t very pleased that she asked for the dinero up front and counted the shit right in front of me. She offered me a glass of water and stood there waiting while I drank it. She didn’t even try to make small talk on the couch or anything like that.

OK, whatever. I wasn’t there for conversation anyway. So we stepped into the bedroom and got naked. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw her tits. Like I said, this chick had a stripper’s bod, and she was, at the time, definitely the hottest escort I’d ever been with. All the other women I’d banged up to that time – Susan, Toni, Kate, Sandra, Victoria Lyons – looked like average, everyday women, but Jessica looked like a centerfold come to life. A centerfold I was going to get to fuck! I’d never screwed a gal with bolt-ons before, but they looked fantastic. Her whole body looked fantastic; she had kept on a white garter belt and white stockings and her pumps. I told her she looked totally hot. She smiled and thanked me for the compliment, then asked “Do you wanna suck on my tits?”

Well, of course I did, so I sat on the bed and she hopped on my lap and shoved those melons in my face. I indulged for several minutes, then Jessica got off me, wheeled around, got down and started blowing me. I lay flat on my back and just grooved on this hot chick’s mouth around my cock and the techno music she had bumping on the stereo. Since then I’ve always enjoyed techno when I’m boning a chick; something about it feels so primal. I feel like a sexual animal whose sole purpose is to fuck.

I knew I didn’t want to come in Jessica’s mouth because I desperately wanted to fuck her. I figured I could probably get a blowjob to completion on the second round, but wanted to ensure a good hard-on for the first round so I could fuck effectively. This is a system I’ve employed ever since with satisfying success. Pussy first, blowjob to completion last. If anal is on the menu, that immediately goes first. I’ve had chicks suck my totally limp and spent dick back to hardness and blastoff, mainly because by that time I wasn’t stressed about getting hard enough to penetrate a vagina or ass. Try it sometime; it works!

So I told Jessica I wanted to move to the Main Event, and on went the rubber. She assumed the doggie style position, and I went for it. It was like a dream cum true…a totally hot girl with a Perfect 10 body slamming her creamy ass against me while I slammed Mister Stiffy in deep. I remember holding her hips and grunting, “Ooh Yeah! Ooh YEAH!” while I fucked, all the while watching us in her mirrored closet doors, which turned me on even more.

After I blew my load, we made small talk while I rested and played with her tits with one hand. The interlude was OK, she seemed intelligent, but I remember that she kept asking if I was ready to go again. It kinda pissed me off, but I also didn’t want her to get tired of waiting and deny me a second round, so after only a few minutes I told her I was ready.

On went another condom, and I sat propped up against some pillows while Jessica’s head bobbed up and down in my lap. She even turned her body so her ass was reflected in the mirrored panels on her closet door and said “I’m gonna give you a show,” while reaching behind her and playing with her pussy with one hand.

I appreciated the show. I shot my load in short order, then told her she’d given me the best blowjob I’d had in a long time. I love being able to speak frankly with chicks like that.

When I left, I gave her a hug and promised to see her again, then went home and wrote my review on Redbook, making sure to stress the point that I felt rushed. I would’ve liked to see Jessica again, but I also need to get the maximum value for my escort dollar, and so never went back.

Maybe she’s changed her m.o.. and has adopted a more leisurely pace to her sessions. Well, if I won the lottery, I’d definitely go back.