1969 Gillette Black Beauty - O3 This week she came into my life. She was a leggy wench - dark skinned - very few flaws. Her skin between my fingers, just felt right. The way she moved, smooth and full of grace. Every time I went to adjust her, she purred with that wonderful click that we all love to hear. So I opened her and placed that perfect crystal inside of her. Once I was properly prepared and lubricated with the slickest creamiest potion I could concoct, I let her have her way with me. Not once, but three times. Her touch was gentle, yet aggressive in a way that took me by surprise. Yet after we were finished, oh the experience. She took me to a place, where I have rarely been. Perfection in her stroke leaving me breathless when we had shared that Bay Rum. I cannot wait until our next rendezvous.