Eda Blackwood

Youve seen me before, havent you? I am certain you have. That tall, curious curvaceous blonde across the bar, ever so elegantly painted in tattoos that get caught in the warm glow of the bar. Her eyes sparkle in that glow as she laughs with her friends; a laugh so genuine that you can not help but want to know what has gotten her so energized. Her drink of choice is always scotch; the smokier the better, and almost always neat. You notice her sipping it slowly, truly savoring what is in front of her. You catch her eye and she coyly winks at you. Before you have the chance to order her that next scotch, she’s gone. Once you get a hold of me, you are going to want to linger. Believe me, I will want to linger over you just like I linger over my favorite scotch; slowly and carefully, using all of my senses.