Added: July 8, 2017 / 426
Modified: January 27, 2021
Listing Type : Escort girl
Type : European
Location : San Francisco
Ethnicity : European
What services do you provide? : Anal Sex, BDSM, CIM - Come In Mouth, COB - Come On Body, Couples, Deep throat, Domination, Face sitting, Fingering, Fisting, Foot fetish, French kissing, GFE, Giving hardsports, Receiving hardsports, Lap dancing, Massage, Nuru massage, Oral sex - blowjob, OWO - Oral without condom, Parties, Reverse oral, Giving rimming, Rimming receiving, Role play, Sex toys, Spanking, Strapon, Striptease, Submissive, Squirting, Tantric massage, Teabagging, Tie and tease, Uniforms, Giving watersports, Receiving watersports
Sexual orientation : Bisexual
Height (ft/in) : 5/5
Age : 30
Gender : Female
Hair Color : Wild
Eye Color : Brown
Affiliation : Independent
Available to : Men
Weight (lbs) : 118
Bust (in) : 32
Cup : a
Waist (in) : 24
Hips (in) : 34
Hair length : Long
Build : Slim
Agree for : outcall, incall


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.

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