At the end of my last session with the late Mistress Ava Taurel in the mid 1980s I was on the floor looking up at her in a white bikini and backless high heels. Ava looked like a 7 ft. tall blonde Amazon and I blurted out, "You're the bustiest Amazon in New York!" Instead of kicking or slapping me for such impertinence she dryly said, "No I'm not." She told me to freshen up and get dressed, and when I returned she told me about a dominant woman she met who was traveling with an elderly former sub of hers. Ava practically ordered me to, "See her as soon as you can. She's going back home in a few days."
On the day of the appointment I called from the hotel lobby a couple of times with no answer. After waiting 20 minutes I decided to call one more time, if there was no answer I was leaving. Well, the lady answered and she was certainly worth the wait. I knocked on the door and she opened it and I saw a blonde busty Amazonian woman wearing a pink "Baywatch" type one piece bathing suit and platform high heels, one arm on the door frame and the other on her hip. She was 5 ft. 10 in. barefoot but with those heels on she had to be 6 ft. 3 in. or more, and I had the unusual sensation of looking up at a woman since I'm 6 ft. 1 in. In recalling the moment several times over the years she always laughed saying, "You had this cute, stunned expression on your face!"
She had the figure that was a mixture of Anita Ekberg from "La Dolce Vita" and Jayne Mansfield, with a personality that I learned later was a bit like Marilyn Monroe. She took my breath away. She invited me in and told me that Ava had mentioned a role play I liked: she was the seductive and dominant new next door neighbor and I was the married guy next door whose wife was away. She sat me down on the lounge chair and she sat on the ottoman facing me, asking questions about the scene. Then the phone rang. As she reached over to get the phone with her right hand, she put her left firmly on my chest saying, "Don't move." I could feel her strength. The call was from the elderly sub she was traveling with, checking in to see if she was okay. In a minute or so she was off the phone and we began the role play. She was in complete control of me, an astounding seductress, and the whole thing felt like a dream.
After the session, as I was freshening up and getting dressed she was lying on the bed like a dominant Playboy centerfold come to life. She asked me if I ever traveled to her city, and I told her I was last there several years before, and I said no. I thought to myself I seriously doubted I would get there on business anytime soon. Even so she gave me her home phone number and we said goodbye. By dumb luck I was sent to her city a couple of months later and we met again. She was a model and designer, but also did role play/kink and wrestling sessions and sensual massage. We were the same age, early 30s, similar backgrounds and while she reminded me of the stars I mentioned, I reminded her of an adult version of her high school boyfriend. After plenty of phone calls, two or three sessions in her city and NYC, I evolved from being a client to a confidant, friend and lover. A long distance relationship... featuring the highest of highs and some of the darkest times I ever experienced. While I was having problems at the time, she had childhood demons she couldn't shake. I was more of a counselor for much of our relationship than anything else, letting her vent about her demons. We eventually broke up, but after a time became platonic friends, at least phone pals. But one day years later we met in person and became lovers again. That was a mistake and it did not end well for a variety of reasons. We broke up for good and lost touch. But a few years ago, out of curiosity, I checked online to see how she was doing. Sadly, a few months earlier, she died. She had brains, beauty, great sense of humor and plenty of talent as a model and designer. The news haunted me immediately and, years later in certain moments, still does.
