100th Review by AndyJ as he salutes Amber

 

"You're not the touchy feely type, are you?" (Amber J Lee to AndyJ Lord, Melbourne 2007)

 

Without counting the reviews I have posted in restricted areas of FIA, this one is my 100th and like many things in my life as AndyJ, some bizarre cosmic force has timed it so it was about my most recent encounter with the other AJL, and what very well could be my last (yet most passionate ever) session with her.

 

(SKIP IF YOU JUST WANT THE SEX DETAILS)

 

There has always been a sense of complicity between the two of us. Maybe because back when I first met her, Amber told me that by doing this kind of work she was doing something very naughty… "but only until the end of the month". It's been a very long month indeed, so I wasn't surprised when she recently told me about her retirement plans. I just felt conflicting emotions because I have gotten to know Amber, and I regard her as a kindred spirit at the other side of the WL/Punter fence. I often explain people my presence in FIA as taking holidays from myself, and Amber has been one of the main characters in this extended vacation.

 

I felt happiness because I know that she's up to good things but there was also a hint of sadness, of the same kind you experience when you realise that you only have one last chance to watch a passing comet. So fast and so incredibly bright!

 

I've seen Amber seven times and I've reviewed every single one of them. It's like I need to come here and share it with you to be able to believe my luck. Plus there has always been an element of re-invention on her behalf, even when she has remained the same sensible and generous being I originally met. Every encounter with her has been a special milestone in this diversion of mine. Our trust and friendship has grown, yet every minute with Amber remains as uncomplicated and hassle free as it has ever been. And years from now, regardless of where I'll be, the memories will remain as vivid as any other that matters, but if you allow me to repeat myself, I think that nothing defines our relationship as well as this little snippet of the review of our second encounter:

 

"…for a moment I was enjoying her being so natural and realising how comfortable she looked too; a little moment in between the sexual manoeuvres, from which I detached myself for a second or two, let my soul fly above and observe one of those few moments of absolute happiness that life has scarcely prepared for us. Money can buy you the way into the sexual act but that little moment which I was observing with us chatting and laughing naked on a bed, and that she was probably oblivious about, is absolutely priceless."

 

(THE SEX BEGINS HERE)

 

With the passing of time I'm pretty sure that Amber has learnt to identify my escapades from the joy at hand, but she has taken it upon herself to bring me back right into it. This time was no different despite my confused state of mind and mixture of feelings. When I arrived at her hotel at Circular Quay, I called her and she came down to fetch me. I didn't recognise her at first sight, yet I paid serious attention to the attractive brunette who came out of the lift, only to realise a second later that it was Amber.

 

Upstairs we shared some chocolates and the obligatory conversation, which soon was interrupted by Amber jumping on top of me at mid sentence, and kissing me like there was no tomorrow. The sofa soon became too small and as we undressed we moved to the bedroom where after some more passionate kissing, we decided to orally please other parts of our bodies, first taking turns, then simultaneously.

 

A wild sex session followed and after a while it had both of us climaxing after a series of positions that, despite the variety, did not manage to break the lock between our lips. A little rest followed but it did not last, soon we found ourselves doing it all again until reaching another successful outcome. After all, Amber has never been happy with making me come only once… and she has succeeded every single time too. As for me, for once I chose to just enjoy the moment without becoming a floating soul above the naked bodies. Absolute bliss.

 

In any case, I had thought enough about our last encounter as Amber and AndyJ, even before it taking place. I thought it was going to be sad but we shagged the sadness away. Nevertheless, it was a spine-chilling coincidence that a little song by Queen + Paul Rodgers (actually the reprise of a longer song that talks about our diminute existence in time and space) made its way into my ears. So, before I sign off, I decided to pay a little hommage to Amber and the role she has played in that universe of my own. PM me for link if I know you.