ilsa liked to kill...

     i love sharing new finds. i am sooo enjoying this blahhhg-ing

     a little nostalgia dahlings. i came across a picture on the net that took me back fiver years to my days in europa, and a lovely compatriot of the trade. the pic, above, isn't her, of course. she'd have killed any photog that dared snap her. but the doll in the shot is so so very very the spitting image of my lovely friend!
     only thing was, ilsa (of course not her name my honies) had only one weapon. that was her body. she worked out to look good. but also to kill.
 

my hand would reach under the table and feel the meat of her inner thigh, as she relived the last 18 hours... how she'd squeezed her mark's thorax ... until sweeet asphyxia enveloped him

     she had the proverbial 'killah body'! literally, as they say. i've storeeez to tell, and will, but the doll in this pic reminded me of having a few brews with ilsa after a job she'd done.
     my hand would reach under the table and feel the meat of her inner thigh, as she relived the last 18 hours, and how she'd squeezed her mark's thorax, with the very thighs i was stroking, after securing his arms to his sides with his own pants belt...squeeezing until the motion of his ribcage stopped...along with his breath...letting him dingledangle in that perilous state until sweeet asphyxia enveloped him, and completed the hit for her.
     in the fotographia above i can almost see her, moaning with delite moments after finishing him...body still warm on the bed, as she swooons...
     i love finding pix like this, bringing back such yummy memoreeez.

     oh, don't fret. in my spare moments i've started one of my little reminiscences for you. a lovely kill a few years back.
     coming, so to speak, sooon dahlings!