Oui, Oui, Oui Goes AEE
by Steve
[If you’ve been around here for any length of time at all, you know that we almost never provide editorial comments on titles. That said, if you’ve been around here for more than a small amount of time, you know that Steve ranks as our King of the Erudite, so sometimes we feel the need to comment slightly more often than we otherwise might. If you ever get the chance to ask Steve personally he’ll likely say something like “The Key lies in the Chi” – which pretty much sums up a conversation with Steve. In case you couldn’t tell, conventions are many, and to a great extent homogenous. Steve fits neither of those categories, which explains our affection for him. … More to the point for most of you today, you have been warned. Now on to some Petal Pushing with Shayla.]
[In addition, of particular note out here on the free side, we should talk about these photos for a second. You may notice that there seem to be a plethora of hearts involved in these pictures. True to our belief in protecting potentially sensitive eyes from inappropriate input (as it were) we saw no other way to still include the images of the lovely Shayla LaVeaux. Obviously, on the Members’ Side of the site, you will see the photographs without all the hearts present. We do not mean to imply, certainly, that Shayla has no heart for her members, only that she does not as a rule cover it with clothing when she bathes — even in milk.]
I was trying to figure out the other day how many times I’ve traveled to Las Vegas for the annual AEE convention. I know it’s double digits, but beyond that, I’m not sure. [Yeah, it sucks getting old.] This is the fifth time I’ve made the trip from the Rockies, and early on I’d decided to change things up a little this time around and fly out of Denver instead of Colorado Springs. I was getting tired flying for 15 minutes to get to DIA, and then waiting two hours for the flight to Vegas. [See? Were Steve younger he’d have figured out this little detail in less than four years.] This I time I prayed for good weather – and just drove to Denver and went from there. It turned out to be the best decision I could have made. [Don’t you love it when a plan accidentally comes together?]
Why? Because my traveling companion was none other than Shayla LaVeaux. She lives in the area, and we worked it out so we’d be on the same plane. [It seems like now would be a good time to explain these photos of Shayla accompanying this article. They don’t really have anything to do with this trip to Las Vegas, but it seems like whenever you get a chance to see a bunch of photos of Shayla bathing in milk, you should take it, right? And since Shayla jumped right out of the story at the first here, we figured, “What the heck.” … You’ll find we’re often clever like that.] I guess it’s about a two hour flight, but it seemed more like 10 minutes sitting next to Shayla. [That happens.] We talked winter in Colorado, of course, but we also swapped porn stories. Granted she had a lot more to choose from than I did, and hers were definitely more interesting, but at least I could add a little bit to the conversation. And I got the feeling that the other passengers in our immediate vicinity were hanging on her every word. I’ll bet it was the most interesting conversation on the entire plane. [If that constitutes the best he can do with a “bet” Steve should probably stay away from the tables in Las Vegas.]
