I got an email today from a guy who saw my dancing video. He said he'd like to spend time with me, get to know me. I responded, informing him that I am an escort, and that he could check out my site and make an appointment. Aside from stating that he expected a different response, he also said "I would never pay someone to be with me". And this got me thinking. Why not? And why the implication that paying for sex/companionship/affection/fantasies is somehow shameful, or for desperate people? It also got me thinking about paying "for it", and under which circumstances I may or may not do that.
Before, and even after, I became an escort, I had a gazillion preconceived notions about the people who "pay for it", the clients. I remember so clearly, meeting my second client ever (well, second client as a real, dedicated pro. Ask me about my Lankan days sometime). There Brown Eyes stood, in the exact outfit he'd described in his email, looking crazy gorgeous and friendly. He looked at me, and he looked as though he was expecting me but, no way that's him... he was so beautiful... he couldn't possibly be waiting for me? To pay? ME?. I quickly assumed he was a cop, and I'm pretty sure I asked him if he was. He was not. At the time I remember flashing back to an episode of The Wire, where McNulty (certainly nothing to sniff at) is sent to bust a brothel, because Sydnor (equally nothing to sniff at) "...doesn't look like he has to pay for it". But what does someone who pays for sex/companionship/affection/fantasies look like? Who do you assume them to be?
That was the best money I ever spent
The man who uttered these words to me, immediately after some amazingly hot sex, is one of the most physically attractive men I've ever met. Not my usual "type". He's quite buff (an obvious polarity next to my ample frame, though I do work out daily) and seems aloof and shy. I picture him in a VIP booth, with other magazine-quality men, surrounded by eager magazine-quality women. By most standards, he's one of the "beautiful people". He's single. Sexy. Hot. Confident. Yet he pays for sex? He pays for sex with a fat girl? What the fucking fuck, Isaac Newton?
Hun, I don't have to pay for it
Realistically, almost no one has to pay for it. If you look hard and long enough, you can likely find someone who will give you what you want/need. Most of my clients don't "have" to pay for it. Most of them, if they were single, and we met under different circumstances, wouldn't have to pay me either. The overwhelming majority of my clients are attractive, under 30, and are really excellent lovers. However, there are some clients who feel that paying for it is prudent and/or practical. These include:
1. Married/Attached folks who don't want to be found out, and find affairs too complicated/painful.
2. People with specific fantasies and fetishes who don't feel comfortable or safe venturing out into the BDSM/kink (amongst others) scenes.
3. LGBTQP folks who want/need their privacy maintained.
4. People who are too busy to hook-up/date/maintain relationships
5. People who really just want sex. Right now.
You must meet a lot of creeps
While I'm on the subject of stereotyping clients, this sort of statement/question comes up often. The answer is no, I don't meet a lot of creeps. I meet a lot of nice, handsome, funny, shy, awkward, honest, horny people. I hate when people judge my clients just because they pay for my time. Just because they pay for pleasure? I especially hate when clients do it, because there are people out there doing the same thing to them! Because really, what do you know about my clients? Does the act of paying for sex make someone icky? Creepy? Pervy? And what does that make me? Ask the men you know. I bet you 7 out of 10, if they're being honest, will have paid for sex at one point. 8 out of 10 if they're being really honest. This is purely anecdotal, but of ALL the (hetero) men in my life, and of all the men that I've ever asked, I can think of only two who've never admittedly "paid for it": Pho ho and my dad (and I'm pretty sure my dad lied when he offered that information). SO chances are those creeps I'm meeting are your husbands, brothers, uncles, dads, teachers, doctors, lawyers, boyfriends, bff's, bankers and personal trainers. Many of them are legally bound to a woman, or a man, maybe you?
Would I? Ever?
I think one day I will hire an escort, just to experience the process. Seems to me that people need a fair amount of confidence and trust to pick up a phone, or go for a ride, make an appointment or deal, and then hand over a wad of cash. I'd be wondering "is this person really into me?" and if they seemed like they genuinely were into me, I would wonder if they were faking it. Many clients doubt the compliments I give them, which leads me to believe that at least some of them ask that question as well. There was one point, years ago, when I wasn't getting any head. It was like there was something wrong with me. I considered hiring someone, having exhausted what seemed like all of my options at the time. If I hadn't met my ex around then, I may have *GASP* paid for it!
And there is absolutely nothing wrong with paying for it, or getting paid for it. Some of my best relationships are with my clients. Pure, simple and refreshingly honest. I provide a fun, accessible service. I leave them happier and less tense. What's shameful or wrong about that?
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Sunday, 26 December 2010
Previously Unanswered Questions: NOW IN ANSWERED FORM!
To answer one of my own previous questions:
YES. Some clients will stop, and have stopped, seeing me because I've lost weight. Although I should say to those clients, if you're reading, I've gained quite a lot back, so come on back darlin'. Drastic cut down on exercise, cold weather and 1/2 priced cupcakes will do that to a person sometimes. Plus what I lack in extra fat I make up in for in added exuberance, freakish leg strength and WAY more energy to torture and smother you. I'm lighter, but stronger.
And to answer some of your, my fans' and clients', questions:
YES. I am flattered that you jerk off to my pics. However, telling me in person, during a session, as my most recent client (Dreamboy) did, is way more awesome than telling me anonymously. He lives in another province. Knowing that he will be getting his sexy self off to me from hundreds of miles away is such a turn-on, especially now that I have an image of him to fantasize of later. That he paid me for my time shows me that he appreciates me and what I do. And that's better than an email from someone I never meet. It's nicer to put a face to the... errr.... fantasy. Do not let this deter you from sending fan mail, however. I enjoy hearing from everyone, even the jerks who call me names. And especially the ones who just jerk.
NO. I did not travel over the holidays. I stayed in Toronto and played host to an intimate gathering of friends and chosen family, and one mis-vite. Rumnog was drunk, drinking games were played and many gifts were exchanged. Melancholic but beautiful time. I am ashamed of the excessive food leftovers (which I am going to be munching on shortly).
YES! Santa did find me! He brought me vibrating nipple clamps, many new and smoking hot clients, and a book of mostly skinny-bodied nudes, amongst many other treasures.
NO. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't know why. I don't know "what's wrong with people". I can't explain why "someone so beautiful and amazing" as me is single. I don't know what is wrong with being single anyhow. I enjoy being single. I do enjoy intimate partnering, but I've always been pursued for sex more than relationships. I actually accepted a date for today and was rudely stood-up. I'm a romantic at heart, but I'm also a very strong-willed and independent person. Aside from fat-phobia, slut-shaming and general stupidity, I hesitate to offer explanations for my Lack of Boyfriend (LoB)™. Frankly, offering an explanation seems to suggest something wrong with not having one, and, frankly, that's bullshit.
YES. I painted that. I am an artist, and have been since I was a toddler.
YES. People actually pay me good money to have really good sex with me. I'd imagine they do it for the same reasons as other people: they think I'm hot, or they have a fantasy, or maybe they want to get crushed. And NO. I don't really care if you think I'm "ewwww". That's your business.
YES! I AM for real!
MAYBE. But chances are, I've never been there. I've hardly traveled at all. I grew up relatively poor, and have been on my own since age 17. Add to that impulsive spending and lack of passport and.... oh what the hell! I have no excuse. I'm taking a trip this year! *looks up at passport application*
YES. Some clients will stop, and have stopped, seeing me because I've lost weight. Although I should say to those clients, if you're reading, I've gained quite a lot back, so come on back darlin'. Drastic cut down on exercise, cold weather and 1/2 priced cupcakes will do that to a person sometimes. Plus what I lack in extra fat I make up in for in added exuberance, freakish leg strength and WAY more energy to torture and smother you. I'm lighter, but stronger.
And to answer some of your, my fans' and clients', questions:
YES. I am flattered that you jerk off to my pics. However, telling me in person, during a session, as my most recent client (Dreamboy) did, is way more awesome than telling me anonymously. He lives in another province. Knowing that he will be getting his sexy self off to me from hundreds of miles away is such a turn-on, especially now that I have an image of him to fantasize of later. That he paid me for my time shows me that he appreciates me and what I do. And that's better than an email from someone I never meet. It's nicer to put a face to the... errr.... fantasy. Do not let this deter you from sending fan mail, however. I enjoy hearing from everyone, even the jerks who call me names. And especially the ones who just jerk.
NO. I did not travel over the holidays. I stayed in Toronto and played host to an intimate gathering of friends and chosen family, and one mis-vite. Rumnog was drunk, drinking games were played and many gifts were exchanged. Melancholic but beautiful time. I am ashamed of the excessive food leftovers (which I am going to be munching on shortly).
YES! Santa did find me! He brought me vibrating nipple clamps, many new and smoking hot clients, and a book of mostly skinny-bodied nudes, amongst many other treasures.
NO. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't know why. I don't know "what's wrong with people". I can't explain why "someone so beautiful and amazing" as me is single. I don't know what is wrong with being single anyhow. I enjoy being single. I do enjoy intimate partnering, but I've always been pursued for sex more than relationships. I actually accepted a date for today and was rudely stood-up. I'm a romantic at heart, but I'm also a very strong-willed and independent person. Aside from fat-phobia, slut-shaming and general stupidity, I hesitate to offer explanations for my Lack of Boyfriend (LoB)™. Frankly, offering an explanation seems to suggest something wrong with not having one, and, frankly, that's bullshit.
YES. I painted that. I am an artist, and have been since I was a toddler.
YES. People actually pay me good money to have really good sex with me. I'd imagine they do it for the same reasons as other people: they think I'm hot, or they have a fantasy, or maybe they want to get crushed. And NO. I don't really care if you think I'm "ewwww". That's your business.
YES! I AM for real!
MAYBE. But chances are, I've never been there. I've hardly traveled at all. I grew up relatively poor, and have been on my own since age 17. Add to that impulsive spending and lack of passport and.... oh what the hell! I have no excuse. I'm taking a trip this year! *looks up at passport application*
Sunday, 19 December 2010
About Last Night...
It was fantastic, Crème Brulée. You had me from hello. I admit it. Beautiful, smiling, friendly men are my weakness, my fatal flaw, my sun on cloudy days. These things alone are enough to turn me to putty. Add into the mix the softest lips maybe ever, silky facial hair, a clean hipster aesthetic, similar hobbies and sexual prowess, as well as some BOMB-ASS weed and enthusiastic, responsive kissing... I can see why my friend said "don't fall for clients" as I was gushing about the awesome session. Well-meaning and misguided though he may be, a hot session does not equal any kind of falling. But it does mean my thoughts for the next few days, weeks, maybe even months will occasionally drift back to him, and last night, and what we did.
He sent a pic, which rarely happens. He looked like a model, so I wanted to assume "spam/phishing" but something about his email told me I would be meeting him. And sure enough, near or after midnight, he calls and I get the warmth. We make a date for an hour, and he shows up in a half hour. Even one minute after saying he was five minutes away, I hear a knock. I was not ready! But oh was I ever ready. I didn't know it, but I was about to get everything I'd been idly wanting all day: some hot, paid sex with a hot, fun partner.
We partook and chatted. I felt slightly shy, as I often do lately, and after we butted the doob, I said "what now? shall we talk?", then I pulled him close and he came to me. He kissed me perfectly the first time, and he was into it. I kissed him for a few minutes, feeling my body already tingling in arousal, before I stopped and complimented his skills. Hands began to linger on each other, and finally I just wanted to be all over him. I asked him to come with me and he followed me eagerly to my bed, where we undressed down to our underwear.
His eyes, so appreciative and sparkly, were on me constantly. Eye contact tends to turn me on. I always like to look at my lovers. His lips, soft, full, surrounded with silk, were on me constantly. Nothing turns me on like intense chemistry and really, really good kissing. We just kissed and kissed and kissed, hands in hair and on backs, asses, arms. I'm too distracted by thoughts of last night to even write about last night.
He spoiled me. He turned me over, and on top of me, kissed me everywhere. What is up with these beautiful boys and the Goddess treatment? He even referred to me as such. I was in heaven, with those eyes darting up to look at me and a very experienced tongue and mouth working on my smoldering body. He licked my pussy like a professional, taking his time and making me totally swollen before even licking me. I almost came just from feeling his tongue on me.
After licking me until I was dripping, his shorts came off. Perfect compact little body, and a jumping perfectly sized cock. I just laid back and shook my head in disbelief. How can this be my job? How can I be getting paid for this? And then 69, my favorite. He was quite the rock star in that position. I know it's difficult to get properly angled, but he was making full, strong contact with my clit. I could tell he liked the humping motion, he had asked me to dance on him, after all, so I worked my hips back and forth on his face as I sucked him slowly in my warm mouth. Again, highly distracted.
After kissing and licking him everywhere, and sucking him lovingly, I had to have him inside me. Condom. I straddled him again, breasts, again, in his open and waiting mouth, sucking them until my pussy throbbed. If not for the insane twitching on his part, his amazing dick would have slid right in, but it was quite literally jumping all over the place when I came near it. So I guided it in, just barely, and bent down to kiss his waiting lips. I wanted to feel him gasp when I slid down on him. He kissed me hard, pulling me close to him and pushed himself up inside me and I was the one who gasped. It started slowly at first, then built into furious fucking, kissing, moaning and bouncing. We did this for an hour, at least. Me on top, him on top, stopping to kiss. Then slowing down, moaning, talking, kissing, just using our muscles to squeeze each others' bits.
This story doesn't end with a big climax scene. I don't think either of us even did. I don't think either of us cared. I know I didn't, and don't. I came twice today just thinking about kissing him. I was satisfied with kissing, oral pleasuring, amazing skin-tingling fucking, kissing, did I mention kissing, and then briefly sleeping in each others' arms, and kissing goodbye for five minutes. Tell me what's better than that?
He sent a pic, which rarely happens. He looked like a model, so I wanted to assume "spam/phishing" but something about his email told me I would be meeting him. And sure enough, near or after midnight, he calls and I get the warmth. We make a date for an hour, and he shows up in a half hour. Even one minute after saying he was five minutes away, I hear a knock. I was not ready! But oh was I ever ready. I didn't know it, but I was about to get everything I'd been idly wanting all day: some hot, paid sex with a hot, fun partner.
We partook and chatted. I felt slightly shy, as I often do lately, and after we butted the doob, I said "what now? shall we talk?", then I pulled him close and he came to me. He kissed me perfectly the first time, and he was into it. I kissed him for a few minutes, feeling my body already tingling in arousal, before I stopped and complimented his skills. Hands began to linger on each other, and finally I just wanted to be all over him. I asked him to come with me and he followed me eagerly to my bed, where we undressed down to our underwear.
His eyes, so appreciative and sparkly, were on me constantly. Eye contact tends to turn me on. I always like to look at my lovers. His lips, soft, full, surrounded with silk, were on me constantly. Nothing turns me on like intense chemistry and really, really good kissing. We just kissed and kissed and kissed, hands in hair and on backs, asses, arms. I'm too distracted by thoughts of last night to even write about last night.
He spoiled me. He turned me over, and on top of me, kissed me everywhere. What is up with these beautiful boys and the Goddess treatment? He even referred to me as such. I was in heaven, with those eyes darting up to look at me and a very experienced tongue and mouth working on my smoldering body. He licked my pussy like a professional, taking his time and making me totally swollen before even licking me. I almost came just from feeling his tongue on me.
After licking me until I was dripping, his shorts came off. Perfect compact little body, and a jumping perfectly sized cock. I just laid back and shook my head in disbelief. How can this be my job? How can I be getting paid for this? And then 69, my favorite. He was quite the rock star in that position. I know it's difficult to get properly angled, but he was making full, strong contact with my clit. I could tell he liked the humping motion, he had asked me to dance on him, after all, so I worked my hips back and forth on his face as I sucked him slowly in my warm mouth. Again, highly distracted.
After kissing and licking him everywhere, and sucking him lovingly, I had to have him inside me. Condom. I straddled him again, breasts, again, in his open and waiting mouth, sucking them until my pussy throbbed. If not for the insane twitching on his part, his amazing dick would have slid right in, but it was quite literally jumping all over the place when I came near it. So I guided it in, just barely, and bent down to kiss his waiting lips. I wanted to feel him gasp when I slid down on him. He kissed me hard, pulling me close to him and pushed himself up inside me and I was the one who gasped. It started slowly at first, then built into furious fucking, kissing, moaning and bouncing. We did this for an hour, at least. Me on top, him on top, stopping to kiss. Then slowing down, moaning, talking, kissing, just using our muscles to squeeze each others' bits.
This story doesn't end with a big climax scene. I don't think either of us even did. I don't think either of us cared. I know I didn't, and don't. I came twice today just thinking about kissing him. I was satisfied with kissing, oral pleasuring, amazing skin-tingling fucking, kissing, did I mention kissing, and then briefly sleeping in each others' arms, and kissing goodbye for five minutes. Tell me what's better than that?
Sunday, 5 December 2010
This Ain't Your High School Chemistry
We'll call him Dinar. I almost didn't answer the phone. Three prank calls today, all within 3 hours of each other. Why do these plods insist on interrupting my girlfriend time / mall trolling with their nonsense and name-calling? "Do any other service providers have to endure this kind of abuse from clients" I asked my beautiful companion, before thinking about what I was saying. Of course they do, we both agreed.
These kinds of calls were running through my mind when the phone rang earlier. Something told me to answer. I heard a vague French-ish accent, a bit of shyness, and what sounded like genuine interest. My instinct, which is what I mostly rely on, cried "PROCEED GIRL" so I did.
45 minutes later, after I'd showered, powdered, spritzed, brushed and dressed, he arrived. Well-groomed, nicely dressed, and very handsome, he entered and smiled, and I asked him to close the door.
We took care of business and I led him to my bed. I took off my shoes and laid (lied, lay?) down. He, fully dressed, smiled and laid down next to me. Though I could already sense it, he informed me that he may be a bit shy at first. I told him that was no problem. I just wanted to kiss him, so I did. When he responded with his warm tongue barely touching mine, we both moaned. "Mmmm... you're a very good kisser" he said, parroting my exact thoughts about him. At that moment, I knew this was going to be a very good session.
I took my time kissing him. It varied at times from lip-numbingly hard, to soft, to full-on tongue sucking and then light nibbling. We kissed for a while, moaning, clutching each other's torsos, necks, arms and hands. We were still clothed when I got on him. After kissing a while, I leaned back to remove his sweater. As he pulled it off, I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. "Oh baby" he muttered as I brought my full, bare breasts down onto his salt-and-pepper bare chest (I want to lie my head and hands on that chest right now). I hadn't even ventured down to his crotch, nor had he to mine, but I was already way beyond aroused. Being on him, feeling his hard-on under me, and his mouth on my nipples, and seeing his gorgeous and appreciative face was causing me considerable swelling. I continued kissing him, then placing my breasts in his open mouth, watching his eyes and feeling for twitches down below. There were plenty. I moved my hips against his, and rubbed myself against him, almost coming several times. Then he was on me, rubbing against me, touching my face softly, then kissing me hard. He seemed to like sucking. Lips (both sets), toes, fingers, nipples, neck, ears.
He literally kissed me all over, as he promised he would. Moving slowly down, kissing every inch of my body, smiling at me, looking for signs of my enjoyment, I told him he was amazing. I began to feel like I should be paying HIM. For the briefest moment, I thought of all the women (and men, and trans peeps) I know who are unsatisfied with their partners and with sex in general, and thought "here I am getting paid to be pampered and adored by a beautiful, intelligent man. How awesome is this?" These thoughts dissolved after a few seconds when he got down to my crotch area. I went to pull my panties down, but he said no, wait. I love to be teased. I love to take my time, and get lost in lips and arms, fingers and skin. I want to spend time smelling, tasting, listening and taking in as much as possible. He seemed to embrace this method as well. He kissed, nuzzled, nibbled all the way down to my stockinged feet. He pulled one stocking down, not without some difficulty, and I briefly worried about my (at that moment) unshaven legs. I hadn't shaved them for years. He either didn't notice or didn't care, and kissed, licked and caressed them anyways. He then lingered back up, and I really just wanted to kiss him, so I did. At some point during all of this, his pants came off, and he was clad in the cutest orange shorts.
My cell phone kept vibrating. My home phone kept ringing. I jumped up at one point, remembering, and ran to the door, locking it, afraid that my buddy was going to stop by (I forgot to tell him I had a client coming). I ran back, and told him "I don't want anyone coming in. I don't really feel like sharing you ". We kissed, both of us on our knees, and then lied back down. This began an intense session of him licking my clit, labia, vagina, nipples, thighs and more clit. Leg-shaking ensued. At one point, he had me move to the edge of the bed, propped a pillow under my ass, and went to town. He isolated my clit, and licked it perfectly, sometimes just barely, which was particularly amazing. When he started fingering me, I knew I would come, but not how I imagined. Something different happened today. It felt like I was going to pee, but I knew I didn't need to, so I just went with it. It felt like something came out of me. When asked, he said he noticed nothing, and then we kissed some more. I'm still not sure what happened, but I want it to happen again.
I reached down to his ample bulge and rubbed it very gently. I don't even remember taking his shorts off. He was very hard, ready and willing. I wanted to kiss him all over now, and I knew I was going to be keeping him beyond what he had paid for. Moving, not without some reluctance, away from his mouth, I sucked, licked and kissed his neck and ears. Continuing down, I brushed my face against his chest, letting the soft, short hairs tickle my nose and eyelashes, giggling as I had when he was licking my toes earlier. All the while, he was brushing my hair from my face, watching me watching him. Stomach, nibbled. Hips, kissed. Unable to ignore it any longer, I moved down to his crotch area, opening and getting between his long, strong legs. His erection was jumping at me, trying to get my attention, but I went to his thighs, smelling and kissing him. So appreciative he was. This is the ultimate aphrodisiac for me: Being adored, pleasured and explored, and then doing the same for my partner (the root, in fact, of my kvetching about the impossibility of simultaneously sucking and fucking a man's cock). Being down between his legs with my ass in the air, and hearing his moans were making me extremely wet and swollen. All I wanted was him inside me. I would start with my mouth.
I let my breath stir the hairs around his wonderful dick. I licked his balls so gently, I was a bit surprised he responded so instantly and enthusiastically. "Ohhhh wow... oh... that feels SO good". When I sucked one in my mouth, turned on by his scent and taste, he gasped for air. It's wonderful when the most nuanced of my touches are so appreciated and noticed. Some of my more subtle moves are lost on many. Eyes fixed on each other, I began to very gently flick my tongue against the base of his cock. Gasping again, he started to moan more loudly, which only encourages me and increases my desire to please him. It's so satisfying to be pleasing a partner who just pampered your entire body with passionate abandon. I kissed his cock as I had kissed his lips, slightly wet, gently and with feeling, and then more deeply, moaning, sucking. His responses were my reward. I moved up and down in this way, not giving in and just plunging the whole length of him into my warm mouth. Just delicate kisses, licks and vibratory moans.
Finally, I moved up, made my mouth slick with spit, and gently licked the head of his penis. His moaning got louder, and he had an almost desperate look on his face. After a minute of this, I wet my lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock. I just held it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, slowly, then faster, taking my cues from his moaning. Finally, wanting to drive him wild, I let my mouth slide down the entire length of his cock, very slowly, until a minute later I had all of him inside my mouth. It was twitching violently, and I knew if I kept going much longer he would climax. And I still wanted him inside my pussy, which was dripping, open and ready. I sucked him lovingly for a few minutes then moved back up to kiss him. He leaned forward to meet my lips with his. I melted into his arms again and began touching him all over.
"Please tell you're going to let me fuck you" I asked him, stroking him up and down slowly. He pulled me close, kissing me, and said "yes, please", with wide, innocent eyes. Smart me bought Magnums™ today and I ran out of the room once again to grab them. Out of the wrapper, I rolled it all the way down, practically salivating, and with an intense throbbing in my cunt. I sat on him and pushed his hand away, knowing he would slide effortlessly into me. He was rock hard and I was soaking wet, and sure enough, with my tongue in his mouth, his cock slowly filled me up. "Oh! My god! You're so tight!" he cried and closed his eyes. As I moved upwards, he looked at me, and we kissed and moaned and things, typically, become a bit blurry at this point. I slid up and down on him, slowly, then sitting up, letting him see and touch my nipples and breasts, then coming down and positioning one over his willing, sucking mouth. He opened his legs slightly, and began thrusting faster. Then he slowed down, pulling me as close to him as possible. Then I started bouncing up and down on him, savoring the delicious hardness inside me, and I felt his cock begin to expand. I bounced lightly on him, and his eyes expanded, and a look of agony mixed with ecstasy came over his face. His eyes closed, and I could feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of me. "Did you come?" I asked hopefully, not certain because of how stiff he still felt. "Yes" he said "that was so.. fast.. I don't know why" as though it were a bad thing. I was terribly pleased that I'd made him explode with such ease. (Sidebar: men, there is no need to be ashamed of climaxing "too soon". As long as you stick around and take care of your partner, and wait until you're hard/ready to go again, what's wrong with enjoying the release? I think it's the "spill n'split" that we mostly have a problem with, at least in my humble opinion). "I have that effect on the boys" I told him, making him laugh, grabbing me and kissing me deeply.
I grabbed the condom, and slid off his still-twitching member slowly, stroking it lightly, moaning at the site of the filled condom. I lay down beside him as his arm wrapped around me. Time check: we were 25 minutes over what he'd paid for. I didn't care. "I could do this all night" he told me, and I knew he meant it. While I generally do not allow clients to stay over for free, on a couple of rare occasions, when the connection was intense enough and the timing felt right, I gave into my intimate desires. "I guess this is what they call chemistry huh? They tried to teach me in school, but I think they had it all wrong" he said sweetly.
Tempted, I was. But life was calling. We kissed and caressed each other for about fifteen minutes more, laughed, joked and chatted and then I knew I had to prepare for the evening ahead. So, reluctantly, and after an interesting dialogue surrounding my bookshelf, he was dressed, looking insanely handsome, and gently stroking my face. "You're the total package" I told him, and explained to him why he was a unicorn. "You're straight. You're funny, handsome, intelligent, amazing in bed, and SINGLE. Basically, you do not exist. And um, you have a really great horn too" grabbing his crotch and pulling him towards me. "You're going to have throw me out, or I'll stay here all night" he said and after a five minute kiss goodbye, I watched his tall frame walk out the door, leaving me alone with my memories and wishes that one day a man like that will ask me out on a real and proper date. One day. It will happen one day!
These kinds of calls were running through my mind when the phone rang earlier. Something told me to answer. I heard a vague French-ish accent, a bit of shyness, and what sounded like genuine interest. My instinct, which is what I mostly rely on, cried "PROCEED GIRL" so I did.
45 minutes later, after I'd showered, powdered, spritzed, brushed and dressed, he arrived. Well-groomed, nicely dressed, and very handsome, he entered and smiled, and I asked him to close the door.
We took care of business and I led him to my bed. I took off my shoes and laid (lied, lay?) down. He, fully dressed, smiled and laid down next to me. Though I could already sense it, he informed me that he may be a bit shy at first. I told him that was no problem. I just wanted to kiss him, so I did. When he responded with his warm tongue barely touching mine, we both moaned. "Mmmm... you're a very good kisser" he said, parroting my exact thoughts about him. At that moment, I knew this was going to be a very good session.
I took my time kissing him. It varied at times from lip-numbingly hard, to soft, to full-on tongue sucking and then light nibbling. We kissed for a while, moaning, clutching each other's torsos, necks, arms and hands. We were still clothed when I got on him. After kissing a while, I leaned back to remove his sweater. As he pulled it off, I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. "Oh baby" he muttered as I brought my full, bare breasts down onto his salt-and-pepper bare chest (I want to lie my head and hands on that chest right now). I hadn't even ventured down to his crotch, nor had he to mine, but I was already way beyond aroused. Being on him, feeling his hard-on under me, and his mouth on my nipples, and seeing his gorgeous and appreciative face was causing me considerable swelling. I continued kissing him, then placing my breasts in his open mouth, watching his eyes and feeling for twitches down below. There were plenty. I moved my hips against his, and rubbed myself against him, almost coming several times. Then he was on me, rubbing against me, touching my face softly, then kissing me hard. He seemed to like sucking. Lips (both sets), toes, fingers, nipples, neck, ears.
He literally kissed me all over, as he promised he would. Moving slowly down, kissing every inch of my body, smiling at me, looking for signs of my enjoyment, I told him he was amazing. I began to feel like I should be paying HIM. For the briefest moment, I thought of all the women (and men, and trans peeps) I know who are unsatisfied with their partners and with sex in general, and thought "here I am getting paid to be pampered and adored by a beautiful, intelligent man. How awesome is this?" These thoughts dissolved after a few seconds when he got down to my crotch area. I went to pull my panties down, but he said no, wait. I love to be teased. I love to take my time, and get lost in lips and arms, fingers and skin. I want to spend time smelling, tasting, listening and taking in as much as possible. He seemed to embrace this method as well. He kissed, nuzzled, nibbled all the way down to my stockinged feet. He pulled one stocking down, not without some difficulty, and I briefly worried about my (at that moment) unshaven legs. I hadn't shaved them for years. He either didn't notice or didn't care, and kissed, licked and caressed them anyways. He then lingered back up, and I really just wanted to kiss him, so I did. At some point during all of this, his pants came off, and he was clad in the cutest orange shorts.
My cell phone kept vibrating. My home phone kept ringing. I jumped up at one point, remembering, and ran to the door, locking it, afraid that my buddy was going to stop by (I forgot to tell him I had a client coming). I ran back, and told him "I don't want anyone coming in. I don't really feel like sharing you ". We kissed, both of us on our knees, and then lied back down. This began an intense session of him licking my clit, labia, vagina, nipples, thighs and more clit. Leg-shaking ensued. At one point, he had me move to the edge of the bed, propped a pillow under my ass, and went to town. He isolated my clit, and licked it perfectly, sometimes just barely, which was particularly amazing. When he started fingering me, I knew I would come, but not how I imagined. Something different happened today. It felt like I was going to pee, but I knew I didn't need to, so I just went with it. It felt like something came out of me. When asked, he said he noticed nothing, and then we kissed some more. I'm still not sure what happened, but I want it to happen again.
I reached down to his ample bulge and rubbed it very gently. I don't even remember taking his shorts off. He was very hard, ready and willing. I wanted to kiss him all over now, and I knew I was going to be keeping him beyond what he had paid for. Moving, not without some reluctance, away from his mouth, I sucked, licked and kissed his neck and ears. Continuing down, I brushed my face against his chest, letting the soft, short hairs tickle my nose and eyelashes, giggling as I had when he was licking my toes earlier. All the while, he was brushing my hair from my face, watching me watching him. Stomach, nibbled. Hips, kissed. Unable to ignore it any longer, I moved down to his crotch area, opening and getting between his long, strong legs. His erection was jumping at me, trying to get my attention, but I went to his thighs, smelling and kissing him. So appreciative he was. This is the ultimate aphrodisiac for me: Being adored, pleasured and explored, and then doing the same for my partner (the root, in fact, of my kvetching about the impossibility of simultaneously sucking and fucking a man's cock). Being down between his legs with my ass in the air, and hearing his moans were making me extremely wet and swollen. All I wanted was him inside me. I would start with my mouth.
I let my breath stir the hairs around his wonderful dick. I licked his balls so gently, I was a bit surprised he responded so instantly and enthusiastically. "Ohhhh wow... oh... that feels SO good". When I sucked one in my mouth, turned on by his scent and taste, he gasped for air. It's wonderful when the most nuanced of my touches are so appreciated and noticed. Some of my more subtle moves are lost on many. Eyes fixed on each other, I began to very gently flick my tongue against the base of his cock. Gasping again, he started to moan more loudly, which only encourages me and increases my desire to please him. It's so satisfying to be pleasing a partner who just pampered your entire body with passionate abandon. I kissed his cock as I had kissed his lips, slightly wet, gently and with feeling, and then more deeply, moaning, sucking. His responses were my reward. I moved up and down in this way, not giving in and just plunging the whole length of him into my warm mouth. Just delicate kisses, licks and vibratory moans.
Finally, I moved up, made my mouth slick with spit, and gently licked the head of his penis. His moaning got louder, and he had an almost desperate look on his face. After a minute of this, I wet my lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock. I just held it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, slowly, then faster, taking my cues from his moaning. Finally, wanting to drive him wild, I let my mouth slide down the entire length of his cock, very slowly, until a minute later I had all of him inside my mouth. It was twitching violently, and I knew if I kept going much longer he would climax. And I still wanted him inside my pussy, which was dripping, open and ready. I sucked him lovingly for a few minutes then moved back up to kiss him. He leaned forward to meet my lips with his. I melted into his arms again and began touching him all over.
"Please tell you're going to let me fuck you" I asked him, stroking him up and down slowly. He pulled me close, kissing me, and said "yes, please", with wide, innocent eyes. Smart me bought Magnums™ today and I ran out of the room once again to grab them. Out of the wrapper, I rolled it all the way down, practically salivating, and with an intense throbbing in my cunt. I sat on him and pushed his hand away, knowing he would slide effortlessly into me. He was rock hard and I was soaking wet, and sure enough, with my tongue in his mouth, his cock slowly filled me up. "Oh! My god! You're so tight!" he cried and closed his eyes. As I moved upwards, he looked at me, and we kissed and moaned and things, typically, become a bit blurry at this point. I slid up and down on him, slowly, then sitting up, letting him see and touch my nipples and breasts, then coming down and positioning one over his willing, sucking mouth. He opened his legs slightly, and began thrusting faster. Then he slowed down, pulling me as close to him as possible. Then I started bouncing up and down on him, savoring the delicious hardness inside me, and I felt his cock begin to expand. I bounced lightly on him, and his eyes expanded, and a look of agony mixed with ecstasy came over his face. His eyes closed, and I could feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of me. "Did you come?" I asked hopefully, not certain because of how stiff he still felt. "Yes" he said "that was so.. fast.. I don't know why" as though it were a bad thing. I was terribly pleased that I'd made him explode with such ease. (Sidebar: men, there is no need to be ashamed of climaxing "too soon". As long as you stick around and take care of your partner, and wait until you're hard/ready to go again, what's wrong with enjoying the release? I think it's the "spill n'split" that we mostly have a problem with, at least in my humble opinion). "I have that effect on the boys" I told him, making him laugh, grabbing me and kissing me deeply.
I grabbed the condom, and slid off his still-twitching member slowly, stroking it lightly, moaning at the site of the filled condom. I lay down beside him as his arm wrapped around me. Time check: we were 25 minutes over what he'd paid for. I didn't care. "I could do this all night" he told me, and I knew he meant it. While I generally do not allow clients to stay over for free, on a couple of rare occasions, when the connection was intense enough and the timing felt right, I gave into my intimate desires. "I guess this is what they call chemistry huh? They tried to teach me in school, but I think they had it all wrong" he said sweetly.
Tempted, I was. But life was calling. We kissed and caressed each other for about fifteen minutes more, laughed, joked and chatted and then I knew I had to prepare for the evening ahead. So, reluctantly, and after an interesting dialogue surrounding my bookshelf, he was dressed, looking insanely handsome, and gently stroking my face. "You're the total package" I told him, and explained to him why he was a unicorn. "You're straight. You're funny, handsome, intelligent, amazing in bed, and SINGLE. Basically, you do not exist. And um, you have a really great horn too" grabbing his crotch and pulling him towards me. "You're going to have throw me out, or I'll stay here all night" he said and after a five minute kiss goodbye, I watched his tall frame walk out the door, leaving me alone with my memories and wishes that one day a man like that will ask me out on a real and proper date. One day. It will happen one day!
Sunday, 19 September 2010
Oh Pluto
Before you start reading this smutty goodness below, do yourself a favor and push play:-}
I love it when after making love with someone new, I get all aflutter (literally, down below) when remembering the deed. Tonight is one such time. I can not get my client from earlier out of my head. We shall call him The C.O. His face, roundish, soft, friendly. The way he kissed: Lightly, then deeply, then peckish, and gentle. Nothing turns me on like good kissing and compatibility. He had me engulfed in seconds and then we meet putty Janelle. His smell (soap, cologne, sweat) quite literally made me dizzy with lust. I've had some very hot encounters as of late, but this somehow satisfied me in a different sort of way.
I lay down and watched him get undressed. He laid down beside me, and we smiled. We embraced, and kissed, and I enjoyed the feel of his skin, his smell, the hair on his chest. My subtle gasps and sighs were not lost on him. He noticed it all, and seemed appreciative of what I had to offer: affection, humor, soft skin, responsiveness and warmth. The kissing was just splendid.
And then he went to my breasts, and found my nipples. Soon my top was off and most of me exposed and he licked and sucked my nipples, with me watching his gorgeous face. His fingers, delicately, expertly, on my ever-expanding cunt. Without letting the flow stop, he went down, closer, licking, lightly, barely at all, teasing me, and fingering my clit. It's usually only when I'm alone that it gets so hard and exposed.
"Lie down" I told him. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I'd been rubbing it, feeling it twitch and grow. I kissed him some more, tongue in his ear, moaning lightly, breathing, arms all over him. I kissed his neck, fingers, shoulders, chest, nipples, stomach, thighs... and then I reached his cock, and i tried to tease him as he'd done to me, but I am greedy and I just wanted it all. I licked him slowly, starting with his balls, and gently, teasingly, working my way up, until he was in my mouth. I sucked him until I had to kiss him again, coming up to twirl my tongue around his. I just could not get enough, and I contemplated cuffing him and keeping him prisoner (voluntarily, of course).
Now he was standing on the bed, cock in my face. To reach it properly, I got on my knees. It slid right in my mouth and I sucked him eagerly, feeling him get rock hard in my mouth. All I could think of was how it was going to feel inside my pussy. I reached down to my clit and began rubbing. It didn't take long, feeling him expand and move in my mouth, for me to explode. I sort of mumbled I was coming and he laughed, pleased. I told him I would feel tighter now when he was fucking me. My pussy always feels tighter, and I love to get fucked right after I come.
After some lubing, he slid inside bent over me, with him standing at the edge of the bed. I think I gasped, it felt amazing. I squeezed his dick with my strong muscles, in and out. When he fucked me, just shallow, and pinched my nipples, I almost came again. Then he was deep inside me, barely moving, just breathing, moaning and lightly pushing. And then he started with the slow fucking. This just sends me whirling. My head gets dizzy. It feels like ... I don't know what it feels like, and I'm not sure how to describe it. Only a few have ever fucked me like he fucked me today. I want more now. Right now. I'm actually not content with only a recent memory, but I will make do with what I've got. I want to feel his cock getting bigger, and his slow thrusting, at a steady pace. I knew when he was coming, I could feel it. I want to feel that again, but this time I want to see his face when he lets it go.
I want to ride him. Nice and slow. Seeing his eyes aglow and kissing his lips.
Two of my weaknesses...
1. BSG Eye Candy(no pun intended)
2. Slow fucking.
I am totally engorged right now. I can not get this experience out of my head, nor do I want to. I've been busy all night, yet highly distracted. Now I finally have the chance to lose myself in recent memories.
And this really hot guy appeared to be following me around the supermarket at Spadina/Bloor. I could feel his eyes on me, and he was so cute I just uh.. buh...
What a day. Is it wrong to just want to line them all up and sample them, one by one? Also, I've started taking condoms on bike rides. You never know, right?
I love it when after making love with someone new, I get all aflutter (literally, down below) when remembering the deed. Tonight is one such time. I can not get my client from earlier out of my head. We shall call him The C.O. His face, roundish, soft, friendly. The way he kissed: Lightly, then deeply, then peckish, and gentle. Nothing turns me on like good kissing and compatibility. He had me engulfed in seconds and then we meet putty Janelle. His smell (soap, cologne, sweat) quite literally made me dizzy with lust. I've had some very hot encounters as of late, but this somehow satisfied me in a different sort of way.
I lay down and watched him get undressed. He laid down beside me, and we smiled. We embraced, and kissed, and I enjoyed the feel of his skin, his smell, the hair on his chest. My subtle gasps and sighs were not lost on him. He noticed it all, and seemed appreciative of what I had to offer: affection, humor, soft skin, responsiveness and warmth. The kissing was just splendid.
And then he went to my breasts, and found my nipples. Soon my top was off and most of me exposed and he licked and sucked my nipples, with me watching his gorgeous face. His fingers, delicately, expertly, on my ever-expanding cunt. Without letting the flow stop, he went down, closer, licking, lightly, barely at all, teasing me, and fingering my clit. It's usually only when I'm alone that it gets so hard and exposed.
"Lie down" I told him. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I'd been rubbing it, feeling it twitch and grow. I kissed him some more, tongue in his ear, moaning lightly, breathing, arms all over him. I kissed his neck, fingers, shoulders, chest, nipples, stomach, thighs... and then I reached his cock, and i tried to tease him as he'd done to me, but I am greedy and I just wanted it all. I licked him slowly, starting with his balls, and gently, teasingly, working my way up, until he was in my mouth. I sucked him until I had to kiss him again, coming up to twirl my tongue around his. I just could not get enough, and I contemplated cuffing him and keeping him prisoner (voluntarily, of course).
Now he was standing on the bed, cock in my face. To reach it properly, I got on my knees. It slid right in my mouth and I sucked him eagerly, feeling him get rock hard in my mouth. All I could think of was how it was going to feel inside my pussy. I reached down to my clit and began rubbing. It didn't take long, feeling him expand and move in my mouth, for me to explode. I sort of mumbled I was coming and he laughed, pleased. I told him I would feel tighter now when he was fucking me. My pussy always feels tighter, and I love to get fucked right after I come.
After some lubing, he slid inside bent over me, with him standing at the edge of the bed. I think I gasped, it felt amazing. I squeezed his dick with my strong muscles, in and out. When he fucked me, just shallow, and pinched my nipples, I almost came again. Then he was deep inside me, barely moving, just breathing, moaning and lightly pushing. And then he started with the slow fucking. This just sends me whirling. My head gets dizzy. It feels like ... I don't know what it feels like, and I'm not sure how to describe it. Only a few have ever fucked me like he fucked me today. I want more now. Right now. I'm actually not content with only a recent memory, but I will make do with what I've got. I want to feel his cock getting bigger, and his slow thrusting, at a steady pace. I knew when he was coming, I could feel it. I want to feel that again, but this time I want to see his face when he lets it go.
I want to ride him. Nice and slow. Seeing his eyes aglow and kissing his lips.
Two of my weaknesses...
1. BSG Eye Candy(no pun intended)
2. Slow fucking.
I am totally engorged right now. I can not get this experience out of my head, nor do I want to. I've been busy all night, yet highly distracted. Now I finally have the chance to lose myself in recent memories.
And this really hot guy appeared to be following me around the supermarket at Spadina/Bloor. I could feel his eyes on me, and he was so cute I just uh.. buh...
What a day. Is it wrong to just want to line them all up and sample them, one by one? Also, I've started taking condoms on bike rides. You never know, right?
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
client=missed
Can't stop thinking about one of my clients.
I've had many passionate and amazing encounters, but there was something so intense about our couplings... even getting his cum all over my sheets, face and hair (it flew, accidental) still turns me on (though at the time I was a bit shocked).
Not sure what it is about him. Besides his brains, good looks, interesting opinions and book recommendations. I just melt into his arms and submit to his strength and I LIKE IT.
Really hope I see him again, and soon. And hopefully he knows who he is ;) Hopefully weed hasn't affected his memory...
The worst thing? I forget his name!! I never forget names!!
Now I am so hungry and off on my bike. Where to stop for brekkies??
I've had many passionate and amazing encounters, but there was something so intense about our couplings... even getting his cum all over my sheets, face and hair (it flew, accidental) still turns me on (though at the time I was a bit shocked).
Not sure what it is about him. Besides his brains, good looks, interesting opinions and book recommendations. I just melt into his arms and submit to his strength and I LIKE IT.
Really hope I see him again, and soon. And hopefully he knows who he is ;) Hopefully weed hasn't affected his memory...
The worst thing? I forget his name!! I never forget names!!
Now I am so hungry and off on my bike. Where to stop for brekkies??
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Subbie
I met a true submissive the other day. It's been so long since I was with one, I kind of floundered. I wasn't really in Dom mode. And I'm really more of a switch anyways.
With subs, I must always remember to hold a lot back. If you give them too much, they never come back.
With subs, I must always remember to hold a lot back. If you give them too much, they never come back.
Sunday, 18 July 2010
Point of no return
Around no other clients do I feel so nervous and shy as with the client I saw yesterday. I've been seeing him for a while now, and he's probably my favorite. Very little communication aside from pleasantries, but sex with him is un-fucking-believable. His cock is hard like a teenager's, and he's just so hot and awkward and shy. I think all of our sessions before today ended with me peeing in his mouth and him jerking off (and making a beautiful mess). I just straddled him with my boobs in his face and told him, asked him, to suck. It doesn't take much for him to turn me on. I bent down to tease and suck his un-fucking-believable cock, taking great pride in knowing I could make him come easily if I wanted. I think about him often when I masturbate, so in the flesh is a nice treat. After sitting on his open mouth for a while, he asked me lie down. Could he go down on me that way? I laughed. I mean... let me think about it? If you insist on licking my pussy while I am in the most comfortable of positions, I suppose I could accommodate. Having my pussy licked and teased and fucked and licked and sucked is my, um... what was I saying again?
Anyways. He got me so wet, and since I moved my mirror, I had a fantastic view of him between my legs. Camera 1. Camera 2. I'm engorged now just thinking about it, and it's taking all of my willpower to not finish writing this tomorrow. But yesterday was different. After eating me, he slid his cock inside me. It's hard to describe how good it feels. That's not different, the sliding in. We've fucked before. What's different is he started to come, and just kept going until he did. I never felt that before, inside me (in a condom of course) and it was amazing. He just let it go, and I saw the look on his gorgeous face, normally buried in my snatch. I use expletives because I don't know how else to convey the thrill of it all. Always makes my skin tingle.
Anyways. He got me so wet, and since I moved my mirror, I had a fantastic view of him between my legs. Camera 1. Camera 2. I'm engorged now just thinking about it, and it's taking all of my willpower to not finish writing this tomorrow. But yesterday was different. After eating me, he slid his cock inside me. It's hard to describe how good it feels. That's not different, the sliding in. We've fucked before. What's different is he started to come, and just kept going until he did. I never felt that before, inside me (in a condom of course) and it was amazing. He just let it go, and I saw the look on his gorgeous face, normally buried in my snatch. I use expletives because I don't know how else to convey the thrill of it all. Always makes my skin tingle.
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Sweaty
I get sweaty sometimes when I fuck. Likely because I don't exercise enough. I'm going to exercise more. Sexercising is my favorite though. Mr. Taurus just left, and once again, he rocked my world. Most clients don't have much endurance when I start working my magic. This is good. This is my goal. If I can make you come more than once, I am delighted. But sometimes it's nice to have a good missionary fuck, followed by doggy and then watching him stroke his beautiful cock until he comes on my chest. I love watching it spurt out, though not the cleanup so much. But the cleanup is well worth the sight of it and the look on his cute face. So damn sexy, and soooo good at fucking. I had an orgasm from sex too, which never ever happens to me, and then a little mini clit orgasm while I watched him jerk off. I'm sleepy, hungry and thirsty, and my pussy is wet and still a bit swollen. Best. Clients. Ever.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Sweetness
I like the sweet, sensual guys... Client I had just now, Naman, a Bull, was so delicate and erotic. And the look when he came almost made me come. He was sort of unlike any client I've ever seen. He kissed lightly the areas usually only I pay attention to. Arms, hands, head, basically anything he could reach. And OMFG I love being fingered gently, not deeply. So few men realize that the g-spot on many women is right there at the opening, not way up in our vaginas.
As long as I can remember not to take the prank calls personally, and remember that any business has to deal with jerks, then I am perfectly content with my job. Best. Job. EVER! Period. But I need to do more to occupy my time. I find myself idling too often lately.
OOOOH. And I painted last night, something beautiful, erotic, and a bit different from anything I've done so far. Will post something soon.
Also, my Youtube popularity is growing exponentially. Apparently Smokedman LOVES me!
As long as I can remember not to take the prank calls personally, and remember that any business has to deal with jerks, then I am perfectly content with my job. Best. Job. EVER! Period. But I need to do more to occupy my time. I find myself idling too often lately.
OOOOH. And I painted last night, something beautiful, erotic, and a bit different from anything I've done so far. Will post something soon.
Also, my Youtube popularity is growing exponentially. Apparently Smokedman LOVES me!
Monday, 1 March 2010
Bitch for Dick
That was an easy subject to come up with!
I've decided against calling Ethan Trample Bitch and have settled instead on Trample Dick.
Congrats Ethan. TRAMPLE DICK
Also, cold nipples = OUCH
I've decided against calling Ethan Trample Bitch and have settled instead on Trample Dick.
Congrats Ethan. TRAMPLE DICK
Also, cold nipples = OUCH
He moved me...
I'm painting for the first time in a long time. And sketching. And I'm remembering the importance of sketching again and again and again. They evolve. My life is all about beauty. Creating, consuming, clutching. The clutching is problematic. So far I've covered two messed up canvasses. One in magenta and one in orange. What comes next is uncertain. I'm really afraid to paint. I'm even scared to put the pencil on the canvas. I'm afraid of mistakes, of it looking uneven, ugly and like a huge mistake. I'm afraid of it not looking the way I imagine it in my mind. But then it never really comes out the way I imagine it, my art. And that's always been ok. I'm just out of practice. I miss painting. Painting makes me horny.
Motivating myself lately has become tedious and difficult. Activism is keeping me somewhat busy, but I'm seriously contemplating getting a small dog. Maybe as a foster home...? Also, I feel affection starved but these things can not be forced.
And For the most part, I am very pleased with my growing, regular clientele. I'm missing some, for sure, but I'm meeting the most delightful guys lately, which is nice after a dry spell. I'm considering not seeing new clients for a while and looking forward to some travel in the Spring. Getting a passport this week!! First time ever!
Today was great. Pho Ho got me out of bed at a semi-decent hour and we did some outdoor photos, mostly flash shots, and then some inside. And I chatted with the coolest guy today and then I lost him. I am so very sad and hope he gives me one more chance... you know who you are, and I know you're reading this!
Motivating myself lately has become tedious and difficult. Activism is keeping me somewhat busy, but I'm seriously contemplating getting a small dog. Maybe as a foster home...? Also, I feel affection starved but these things can not be forced.
And For the most part, I am very pleased with my growing, regular clientele. I'm missing some, for sure, but I'm meeting the most delightful guys lately, which is nice after a dry spell. I'm considering not seeing new clients for a while and looking forward to some travel in the Spring. Getting a passport this week!! First time ever!
Today was great. Pho Ho got me out of bed at a semi-decent hour and we did some outdoor photos, mostly flash shots, and then some inside. And I chatted with the coolest guy today and then I lost him. I am so very sad and hope he gives me one more chance... you know who you are, and I know you're reading this!
Monday, 18 January 2010
Aw, I got a review!
(and the feeling is VERY mutual, Jimmy)
From 2hotnsexy.com
December 28, 2009
Best BBW yet! - James Mcelroy
Wow is all I can say. I'm a huge boob and bbw lover, and she was probably the best professional BBW I've met to date. Her photos do not do her justice at all. I saw right away that she has a beautiful face and body and under her clothes her tits look smaller than they are. She had me wash up in the washroom and she hugged and kissed me when I emerged, and really got into the kissing. GrEAT KISSER... She actually showed me a little tongue swirl move to try on my wife's pussy lol.
So we kissed for a good time and she led me to her bedroom. She removed her bra and panties, let me smell them, and then undressed me. I was rock hard already just from the kissing. She kissed my neck, nipples (which I LOVE), stomach, face and then ligthly poushed me on the bed. She got on top of me, kissed me, and then moved down to my cock. I'm not even sure how she put the condom on as I didn't even notice. With her mouth I think. She started slowly with the oral, playing with my balls til they get tight and my cock was jmping, and then slowly teased the head before very slowly taking me in her mouth. and she was looking in my eyes the whole time, very hot, very good eye contact! And the smile! She seemed to really get into the oral and said she liked when I moaned and looked at her.
I asked her to lie down and she kept sucking for a minute and then lay down when I pulled her shoulders. Her nipples are very sensitive, hard, and her pussy opens when they're stimulated. She really got into the oral/daty, and she definitely came when I was eating her out and fingering her. (I think she did, or she's a phenomenal faker) She begged me to fuck her "with that beautiful twitching cock down there" and so I moved up and slid right inside. She told me she was tight, and as I am larger man, she did have a bit of pain taking me all in. I just went in slowly and after about 3 slow pumps she was moving her hips against me. She actually made me come right away which she said made her very happy.
I'd paid for an hour, and was done in about 30, and when I got up to get dressed, she pulled me back and said she "wasn't done with me yet" and asked if she could sit on my face. So I lay down and she sat on my face. She tasted and smelled good, almost like nothing. She rubbed herself against my face, which made me hard again, and again, she rolled on a condom and get down and sucked me, faster this time, and using her hand on the shaft. We did 69 for about 15 minutes, and then she hopped off and got on top of me. She bent down to kiss me and I slid into her again with no effort. She did wince in pain again slightly, but within a minute I was fully inside her and she was riding me slowly. I kept having to stop her and slow her down, and then I sat up on the edge of the bed and she wrapped her arms my back, started kissing me and bouncing up and down on my dick. I came fast again, and again she seemed delighted. After I came, she got off, got down, and continued to suck my cock. I asked her if she liked to taste herself and she just moaned.
I cleaned myself up, and as I was leaving, we made chit chat, she offered me some cookies and kissed me deeply again, still naked. She's quite well-read and smart, and very friendly.
Her incall spot was private, but not in a building which made me a bit nervous, though she mentioned that she was good at controlling her traffic. Her apartment was cozy, warm and clean, but definitely not upscale. Very modest, but I felt at home there, so it all worked out well.
I'm seeing her again tomorrow and my cock is already twitching in excitement!! Will definitely be seeing her regularly and I'd recommend her to any BBW lover.
She is however, VERY picky about bare contact. She won't allow any bare contact. I wanted some, but it does show that she is clean. And also, when I first contacted her, she seemed a bit impatient, and I almost didn't meet her because of it. She's amazing in person, so I'm glad i didn't let that dissuade me. And she did comment that alot of guys just call to "chat" and sometimes it's hard to tell who's legit.
Overall, a solid 10. Fantastic.
Wow. I am totally agog. Firstly, he is so quiet, I can't believe he wrote this. And just wow... I felt a bit awkward and clumsy with him, and this is the last thing I expected... I'm glowing right now, and oh my, I have an early day tomorrow.
From 2hotnsexy.com
December 28, 2009
Best BBW yet! - James Mcelroy
Wow is all I can say. I'm a huge boob and bbw lover, and she was probably the best professional BBW I've met to date. Her photos do not do her justice at all. I saw right away that she has a beautiful face and body and under her clothes her tits look smaller than they are. She had me wash up in the washroom and she hugged and kissed me when I emerged, and really got into the kissing. GrEAT KISSER... She actually showed me a little tongue swirl move to try on my wife's pussy lol.
So we kissed for a good time and she led me to her bedroom. She removed her bra and panties, let me smell them, and then undressed me. I was rock hard already just from the kissing. She kissed my neck, nipples (which I LOVE), stomach, face and then ligthly poushed me on the bed. She got on top of me, kissed me, and then moved down to my cock. I'm not even sure how she put the condom on as I didn't even notice. With her mouth I think. She started slowly with the oral, playing with my balls til they get tight and my cock was jmping, and then slowly teased the head before very slowly taking me in her mouth. and she was looking in my eyes the whole time, very hot, very good eye contact! And the smile! She seemed to really get into the oral and said she liked when I moaned and looked at her.
I asked her to lie down and she kept sucking for a minute and then lay down when I pulled her shoulders. Her nipples are very sensitive, hard, and her pussy opens when they're stimulated. She really got into the oral/daty, and she definitely came when I was eating her out and fingering her. (I think she did, or she's a phenomenal faker) She begged me to fuck her "with that beautiful twitching cock down there" and so I moved up and slid right inside. She told me she was tight, and as I am larger man, she did have a bit of pain taking me all in. I just went in slowly and after about 3 slow pumps she was moving her hips against me. She actually made me come right away which she said made her very happy.
I'd paid for an hour, and was done in about 30, and when I got up to get dressed, she pulled me back and said she "wasn't done with me yet" and asked if she could sit on my face. So I lay down and she sat on my face. She tasted and smelled good, almost like nothing. She rubbed herself against my face, which made me hard again, and again, she rolled on a condom and get down and sucked me, faster this time, and using her hand on the shaft. We did 69 for about 15 minutes, and then she hopped off and got on top of me. She bent down to kiss me and I slid into her again with no effort. She did wince in pain again slightly, but within a minute I was fully inside her and she was riding me slowly. I kept having to stop her and slow her down, and then I sat up on the edge of the bed and she wrapped her arms my back, started kissing me and bouncing up and down on my dick. I came fast again, and again she seemed delighted. After I came, she got off, got down, and continued to suck my cock. I asked her if she liked to taste herself and she just moaned.
I cleaned myself up, and as I was leaving, we made chit chat, she offered me some cookies and kissed me deeply again, still naked. She's quite well-read and smart, and very friendly.
Her incall spot was private, but not in a building which made me a bit nervous, though she mentioned that she was good at controlling her traffic. Her apartment was cozy, warm and clean, but definitely not upscale. Very modest, but I felt at home there, so it all worked out well.
I'm seeing her again tomorrow and my cock is already twitching in excitement!! Will definitely be seeing her regularly and I'd recommend her to any BBW lover.
She is however, VERY picky about bare contact. She won't allow any bare contact. I wanted some, but it does show that she is clean. And also, when I first contacted her, she seemed a bit impatient, and I almost didn't meet her because of it. She's amazing in person, so I'm glad i didn't let that dissuade me. And she did comment that alot of guys just call to "chat" and sometimes it's hard to tell who's legit.
Overall, a solid 10. Fantastic.
Wow. I am totally agog. Firstly, he is so quiet, I can't believe he wrote this. And just wow... I felt a bit awkward and clumsy with him, and this is the last thing I expected... I'm glowing right now, and oh my, I have an early day tomorrow.
Thursday, 17 December 2009
Haternation
It has been brought to my attention by a sweet and very sexy client that I am being bashed on terb, once again. I followed her link, and indeed I am. She was kind enough to write a nice review about me, which is great, but the problem is the people bashing me have clearly never met me, and are clearly not in to BBW, and they are very, very nasty and mean.
I just don't understand why some people feel the need to tear others apart, and get so cruel and hateful. I know I'm good at what I do, and I love it. I know I'm pretty, fun, and have a sexy attitude. I get alot of repeat clients, who are very, very happy to spend time with me, and money on me, because they know an encounter with me is worth it. Obviously if you want a swimsuit model, I am not for you. But if you don't like fat women, why is it necessary to hate them and try to discourage anyone else from seeing them? Why the FUCK should anyone care about who anyone else is sleeping with?
Bah. I've never even advertised on terb. Alot of the users are defending me, which is nice, but still. Even my client is being called a shill (new word, added to the vocab), although I guarantee she is very real (and totally memorable). Whatever. Seems to be populated by a few decent folks, and a whole lot of insecure misogynists.
So, any of my lovely clients out there who want to help me, feel free to write an honest review of me on terb, or anywhere. I know I shouldn't take these things personally, but it may affect my livelihood, and that I have to take seriously. But then, I also have to trust that people who may want to see me may be smart enough to see through the sheer hatred and jealousy (or whatever force propels such vitriol) on the part of the few who are bashing me.
I'm nice, funny, cool, sexy and honest and I really don't deserve this. People need to get a life of their own and stop worrying about what this fat, happy, beautiful whore is up to. If it affects you, laptop warrior, you'll know. Until then, leave me, and my happy customers, alone!
I just don't understand why some people feel the need to tear others apart, and get so cruel and hateful. I know I'm good at what I do, and I love it. I know I'm pretty, fun, and have a sexy attitude. I get alot of repeat clients, who are very, very happy to spend time with me, and money on me, because they know an encounter with me is worth it. Obviously if you want a swimsuit model, I am not for you. But if you don't like fat women, why is it necessary to hate them and try to discourage anyone else from seeing them? Why the FUCK should anyone care about who anyone else is sleeping with?
Bah. I've never even advertised on terb. Alot of the users are defending me, which is nice, but still. Even my client is being called a shill (new word, added to the vocab), although I guarantee she is very real (and totally memorable). Whatever. Seems to be populated by a few decent folks, and a whole lot of insecure misogynists.
So, any of my lovely clients out there who want to help me, feel free to write an honest review of me on terb, or anywhere. I know I shouldn't take these things personally, but it may affect my livelihood, and that I have to take seriously. But then, I also have to trust that people who may want to see me may be smart enough to see through the sheer hatred and jealousy (or whatever force propels such vitriol) on the part of the few who are bashing me.
I'm nice, funny, cool, sexy and honest and I really don't deserve this. People need to get a life of their own and stop worrying about what this fat, happy, beautiful whore is up to. If it affects you, laptop warrior, you'll know. Until then, leave me, and my happy customers, alone!
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Cock
Lately... all I can think about is cock. Big, medium, small, throbbing, twitching cocks. I had totally hot sex this morning, twice, and still... I want more cock. I just want it available all the time.
And what's with all the people asking why I am single? Aside the fact that most guys are too scared to date a big girl like me, I want to be single. I genuinely like it. Maybe one day I'll fall in love again, but it won't be soon. Then again, who knows? But I think for me to find a partner, given my standards, and given what I do, will be extremely difficult at best.
As I have learned through my amazing clients, all of the good ones are taken (and cheating lol).
Don't you wish you were me? I love my life!
And what's with all the people asking why I am single? Aside the fact that most guys are too scared to date a big girl like me, I want to be single. I genuinely like it. Maybe one day I'll fall in love again, but it won't be soon. Then again, who knows? But I think for me to find a partner, given my standards, and given what I do, will be extremely difficult at best.
As I have learned through my amazing clients, all of the good ones are taken (and cheating lol).
Don't you wish you were me? I love my life!
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Horniness BEGONE!
Today was a good day. I saw one of my favorite clients. Blonde and tall cutie, and so smooth and pale. We'd met once before, before my vacation, and it was a very satisfying encounter. Today was no exception. His oral skills seemed to have improved greatly. Wish I could take the credit. He spread my legs wide, isolated my clit with his two big hands, and licked, sucked, moaned.
I guess it's extremely counter-intuitive of me to be writing about this infinite sexiness when I am trying to clear my mind of the infinite sexiness. No? I can't help myself. I am surrounded by hot, sexy men all the time. And what's UP with Brad Pitt comparisons? Why is he the standard of male hotness? I think he's ok. Give me a fun personality and some kink any day though. I prefer a guy with crooked teeth, or a flat nose or a bit of a belly. The buff guys are hot too, do not get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoy playing with their sculpted bodies, but I enjoy imperfections just as much, if not more. I'm far from perfect. Eye contact, kissing without too much spit (save the spit for my pussy), and the right amount of pressure on my nipples is what turns me on, among a thousand other things. I like guys who can suck both of my nipples at once. I've met exactly two so far, or was it three? Either way, nipple play gets me off like nothing else. Which seems to suit all of my clients just fine. I get it. I love sucking on nipples and playing with breasts too. It's what I think about when I masturbate, often. A threesome, one of us on his face, the other on his cock, both riding him, rubbing our breasts together. As I write this, I have a little vibrating egg in my pants. My nipples are poking out through my shirt.
I wonder what will come my way tomorrow. Hot client sex, I hope. I'm insatiable most of the time.
Oh, and the young man from last night, Twist, well... eating me through my black silkies. At one point when I was on his face and stroking his cock, I got up to grab a condom. He pulled me back and cried "Where you going?" I told him I wanted a condom so I could suck him, and was that ok with him? "Oh, ok." And suck him I did while I bounced and jiggled against his face, slowly, then fast. I could barely feel his mouth and tongue on me through my panties, just his hot steamy breath. He gasped when I rose to remove them early on. I didn't ask why. I just enjoyed a new experience. He was gorgeous too. All soft and caramel colored and somewhat innocent. As I was jerking him off, while I rode his face, I saw that he had come. This incensed me, of course, and I bounced even faster against him. We took a short break, debated feminism and ethics and rubbed each others' skin lightly. When I put my nipple back in his mouth, and heard him moan, I knew it was back on. I wanted him to come again. I wanted to put his hard cock back in my mouth. Something about the up and down, sucking and licking turns me on. I loved feeling him get harder and harder in my mouth as he soaked my panties.
I did make him come again, quietly, and it was hard to stop myself. I just wanted to stay there on his face all night, breaking, and then returning for more. But I had places to be.
I need sleep. And sex. What will it take to satisfy me, I wonder?
I guess it's extremely counter-intuitive of me to be writing about this infinite sexiness when I am trying to clear my mind of the infinite sexiness. No? I can't help myself. I am surrounded by hot, sexy men all the time. And what's UP with Brad Pitt comparisons? Why is he the standard of male hotness? I think he's ok. Give me a fun personality and some kink any day though. I prefer a guy with crooked teeth, or a flat nose or a bit of a belly. The buff guys are hot too, do not get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoy playing with their sculpted bodies, but I enjoy imperfections just as much, if not more. I'm far from perfect. Eye contact, kissing without too much spit (save the spit for my pussy), and the right amount of pressure on my nipples is what turns me on, among a thousand other things. I like guys who can suck both of my nipples at once. I've met exactly two so far, or was it three? Either way, nipple play gets me off like nothing else. Which seems to suit all of my clients just fine. I get it. I love sucking on nipples and playing with breasts too. It's what I think about when I masturbate, often. A threesome, one of us on his face, the other on his cock, both riding him, rubbing our breasts together. As I write this, I have a little vibrating egg in my pants. My nipples are poking out through my shirt.
I wonder what will come my way tomorrow. Hot client sex, I hope. I'm insatiable most of the time.
Oh, and the young man from last night, Twist, well... eating me through my black silkies. At one point when I was on his face and stroking his cock, I got up to grab a condom. He pulled me back and cried "Where you going?" I told him I wanted a condom so I could suck him, and was that ok with him? "Oh, ok." And suck him I did while I bounced and jiggled against his face, slowly, then fast. I could barely feel his mouth and tongue on me through my panties, just his hot steamy breath. He gasped when I rose to remove them early on. I didn't ask why. I just enjoyed a new experience. He was gorgeous too. All soft and caramel colored and somewhat innocent. As I was jerking him off, while I rode his face, I saw that he had come. This incensed me, of course, and I bounced even faster against him. We took a short break, debated feminism and ethics and rubbed each others' skin lightly. When I put my nipple back in his mouth, and heard him moan, I knew it was back on. I wanted him to come again. I wanted to put his hard cock back in my mouth. Something about the up and down, sucking and licking turns me on. I loved feeling him get harder and harder in my mouth as he soaked my panties.
I did make him come again, quietly, and it was hard to stop myself. I just wanted to stay there on his face all night, breaking, and then returning for more. But I had places to be.
I need sleep. And sex. What will it take to satisfy me, I wonder?
A Simple Hot Sex Story
His hard cock keeps permeating my thoughts. I don't want to sound crass, but it's possibly my favorite part of his body. Originally, its size scared me and I thought "Vagina.. Can you handle this giant?" My vagina informed me, after his tongue was buried deep in her a few minutes later, that yes, she could and very much wanted to handle it. He's one of those guys (see "Red") that just drive me crazy with lust, that I pray want to fuck me (some don't). He's been on my mind ever since our first encounter, and I'm waiting on a client's email, so what better time to get it out of my very revved-up system? Or at least try, futile though it may be...
The first thing I notice when he walks in the door are his eyes. Big and brown. Cute face, friendly nose and full lips greet me with a smile. He looks vaguely Middle Eastern, or possibly Portuguese.
"Hello" he says, coming close to me, looking me up and down, from all appearances pleased with what he sees.
"Hi" I say as I slide my arms around his waist and pull him to me. I want to smell him, the way I always do. The guys I see always smell so good (except for a few, heh!) and he's no exception. But he smells really good, almost like cloves or cinnamon. It's intoxicating and I kiss his lips, just wanting to inhale his scent, waiting to see if he'll enjoy my lips on his. He kisses me back and we both moan. He said he wanted a "passionate, intimate encounter" and I did too, before I even saw him. But when I saw him, I was instantly attracted and ravenous. I wanted to jump all over him, get his clothes off, and sit on his face. But for now, in the doorway, he fully clothed and me in my "bad teenager" outfit, I just enjoy kissing his full, soft lips. I slide my tongue very gently into his mouth, sliding it along his bottom lip. His hands slide all over me: breasts, ass, back, arms and face. My desire is to know how to really turn this hot man on. I look in his eyes, trying to figure out what he likes, what he wants, what he's too shy to ask for. I slowly bring my hands up around his neck, massage the back of his neck, and then I place my hands on his cheeks. I bring his face to me and kiss him again, deeply, slowly, and moaning as I do. He moans, looking at me. I can tell he's still unsure, the way so many clients are, if I am really into him. One thing I can honestly say is that I rarely fake my pleasure. I love what I do, with all of my clients, and with a guy like this, I am totally, completely and helplessly aroused. With a possible two exceptions, I've enjoyed all of my sessions with clients. If I didn't have rules about such things, and about married men, I would have him in my bed every day, fucking and sucking his huge cock in between him eating my pussy and nipples.
We take care of business, he washes up and I lead him to my bedroom. I ask him to take his clothes off. I pull his shirt out of his pants and run my hands along his chest and back as he undoes his buttons, watching his eyes. He's smooth and has sparse hairs on his chest. As his shirt comes off, I bend my head to lick his nipples. "Oh yes baby" he says, urging me on and exhaling loudly. I suck each one, and flick my tongue over them, before coming up to kiss his sweet lips again. I kiss him, feeling his tongue in my mouth, and then move down to lick him from his upper chest to his ear.
Finally he's in his underwear. I reach down to feel his cock. It's huge and hard. "Wow" I say, feeling my cunt swell open with anticipation and fear. He smiles, looking at me. I smile back, thinking to myself that I have the most amazing job in the world. I want to eat him, suck him, fuck him, sit on him, pull his hair... all at once. I try to pace myself. I kiss him deeply and turn him around so that his back is facing the bed. I grasp his cock in my hand and comment that I'm not sure if I can handle it. His eyes open and he laughs. "You make it sound like it's gigantic". It kind of is, I tell him, stroking it slowly, letting my hands run all the way down to his balls. He keeps grabbing my face and kissing me. I love this.
Eventually, I put my palms on his shoulders and push him down, rather forcefully, on the bed. He smiles as he goes down. He's watching my face as I climb on top of him, still wearing my bra and panties. I move my way up and kiss his lips, unable to get enough of them at this point. I move my body against him, and put my breasts right in his face. He moans. I'm all about making him moan now. Between yesses, groans and sighs, my bra comes off. I don't even remember the details now, as I recall. Most of my fantasies about him take place in future, yet-to-happen encounters, and usually feature me on all fours and him rubbing his hardness against me. But finally, my hard, aching, reaching nipples find his warm mouth. After asking him to not use his teeth, he sucks my nipples, licks them with his tongue and pinches the other one which is not in his mouth.
I get up and make my way to the other side of the bed. I tell him to position himself sideways on the bed, so that his head and cock are easily accessible. I lower myself to kiss him once again. Kissing him makes me wet and swollen. I bring first one nipple and then the other to his warm, open and eager mouth. He keeps flicking his tongue out at me, as though he is daring me to feed him my pussy. It drives me crazy. I let him suck my nipples for a minute or two more, getting myself as swollen as possible before feeding him what he wants. I tell him to stroke his cock for me as I straddle his face and his open mouth. He obliges and begins jerking himself fast, bringing his hand all the way down to the base and back up again. I get myself into a comfortable position and watch his hand on his cock. I begin grinding slowly against his face, telling him to keep licking my clit. He's all over the place with his tongue: labia, vagina, ass, thighs and lips. When his tongue hits my clit, I feel like I will explode every time. But he teases me, despite my demands, and keeps moving around. I let it slip once that I enjoy teasing, in all forms, and he seems to have taken that to heart.
Fine, I think, smiling, and even chuckling out loud. If you won't keep your tongue on my clit, I'll keep my clit on your tongue. I begin grinding against his face with more enthusiasm. I'm certain that he's going to throw me off of him, but he never does. He just moans louder as I grind myself on him harder and harder. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him, causing me to mash into his face, with more pressure than I would ever imagine exerting.
We do this for a while. I'm an oral fiend. I could sit on a hot, warm, wet tongue for hours. But I pull myself off of his face and bring my mouth down to kiss his. I lick and nibble my fluids off of his face and lips. I can barely smell myself, but the scent is divine. I kiss him, and when I pull away he pulls me back, always wanting more. This could be highly addictive, I think cautiously. We lie down together, kissing, wrapping our arms around each other and just moving our bodies together. I ask him if he's still thinks our arrangement feels "weird" as he predicted it would, with a little laugh and smile. He just smiles and pulls me back to kiss him. I'm so into him that the feeling must be mutual, I think. Just smelling his armpits, neck and chest excites me. Everything about him excites me. His little spit and smother quirks, but above all the kissing.
It's time for a condom. I have exactly one large Lifestyles™, which goes on with some effort and a little magic on his part. Practice, I think to myself now. But he gets it on and lays me down. He kisses me and spreads my legs wider. I ask him to go slowly, sure this is going to hurt. He's made me so wet with his amazing tongue. "Put that cock in your pussy... put it inside" he says. Moaning, I reach down for it and do as he says. I guide just the tip into me and let go. I put my arms around his lower back and pull him to me. We kiss, and as he begins sliding into me, my eyes widen from the sensation. He asks if I am ok. Does it hurt? "Noooo..." I croon, "keep going. I want you inside of me... all the way, keep going". As he pushes farther, slowly, it hurts for the shortest second, and then he's inside of me, and my muscles are squeezing tightly around his cock. The look on his face, cocked eyebrow, smile, tell me that he feels my deliberate spasms around him. He starts moving faster, in and out of me, making that fantastic squishing noise. "See how wet you made my pussy? Do you see what you've done to me?" and he kisses me in response. I wrap my legs around his ass and pull him closer, urging him on. "Fuck me!" I tell him. "Fuck me how you like it" and he starts fucking me so fast and hard that he's literally a blur of motion and sweat and breath.
This goes on and on and on. Bent over, with him sliding into me slowly. On my back, his hands on my shoulders, blurring. Sitting on him... hopping, grinding, swiveling or furiously riding his hard cock. He was hard the whole time. I was amazed and pleased. Our hour-long session quickly became two, and then three hours. I missed my deadline, and he was late getting back to work. We didn't care. It's all I can think about since it happened. I want him now, right now, as my cunt throbs for his rubbered cock in my mouth.
I won't describe our orgasms. I don't even know if I had one, though I remember seeing his come spurt all over him, possibly twice. Climax was almost inconsequential to the whole session. Just hearing his offers to "please use" his fine, round and soft body was satisfaction enough. And I made full use of the ample facilities.
I thought that writing about this would get him and and his hotness out of my head. I think I've managed to accomplish exactly the opposite.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Time wasted
I had so much time wasted today. I turned down TWO of my favorite clients to meet new ones. One showed up late and missed me. The other never showed up period. I'm tempted to post his name, email and phone number, as he is ignoring my messages, but that would be unethical. Lucky for him I am a benevolant woman.
Frakkin douchebag
Frakkin douchebag
Sunday, 12 July 2009
A Day of Firsts.. Saturday
My very macho, manly Italian friend painted his fingernail shiny purple! That was a first, and something I never imagined I would see. My local bar now serves fruity girl drinks. Another first. I indulged in several fruity girl drinks and for the first time in a long time, I could not drink any more. I lost my favorite sunglasses and I didn't freak out in the sun.
I also had sex with a client. Officially. That's what I went there for. That's what we discussed. The two times it happened in the past, it just happened because I was so horny that I offered it. But this time that was what I was there to do. It feels like it's been a while since I got fucked, and I think, for my standards, it was. A few weeks, at least, and then it would have been with one of my since-departed lovers. Sigh. I miss them alot, still. The wound is fresh and raw, but I do have needs. The sex I had on Saturday was a welcomed distraction. It was also the first time I went "out" for a call where things worked out well.
And well.. I was very pleased to say the least. Some nice flattery and kissing to start with, sucking on my nipples, oral on me, facesitting (my all-time fave!) on a really comfy, well-positioned bed... and then doggy-style fucking. He had such a nice cock. And he was so cute, innocent looking, and smelled so good. And he fucked me so good. I almost felt bad, I enjoyed it so much. I didn't come, but I could have I think. I was so turned on, so swollen and so wet. He then turned me around, on my back, and fucked me for a few minutes. I think I made him come when he stopped thrusting and I kept pushing against him. I didn't want him to stop, but I get off on watching them come too, so what I am to do? I just lie back and watched him come into a condom, all dripping and engorged I was.
Overall, a fantastic day. Hot sex, extra cash, fun with friends and a new appreciation of a new and previously harshly judged neighborhood. Which neighborhood... that is a secret!
XOXO
I'm so horny now. I have a boobage session tomorrow morning. I can't sleep, though I should be. And it's so damn cold! Where has summer gone? (that's rhetorical. Thanks corporate world for the joys of global warming)
I also had sex with a client. Officially. That's what I went there for. That's what we discussed. The two times it happened in the past, it just happened because I was so horny that I offered it. But this time that was what I was there to do. It feels like it's been a while since I got fucked, and I think, for my standards, it was. A few weeks, at least, and then it would have been with one of my since-departed lovers. Sigh. I miss them alot, still. The wound is fresh and raw, but I do have needs. The sex I had on Saturday was a welcomed distraction. It was also the first time I went "out" for a call where things worked out well.
And well.. I was very pleased to say the least. Some nice flattery and kissing to start with, sucking on my nipples, oral on me, facesitting (my all-time fave!) on a really comfy, well-positioned bed... and then doggy-style fucking. He had such a nice cock. And he was so cute, innocent looking, and smelled so good. And he fucked me so good. I almost felt bad, I enjoyed it so much. I didn't come, but I could have I think. I was so turned on, so swollen and so wet. He then turned me around, on my back, and fucked me for a few minutes. I think I made him come when he stopped thrusting and I kept pushing against him. I didn't want him to stop, but I get off on watching them come too, so what I am to do? I just lie back and watched him come into a condom, all dripping and engorged I was.
Overall, a fantastic day. Hot sex, extra cash, fun with friends and a new appreciation of a new and previously harshly judged neighborhood. Which neighborhood... that is a secret!
XOXO
I'm so horny now. I have a boobage session tomorrow morning. I can't sleep, though I should be. And it's so damn cold! Where has summer gone? (that's rhetorical. Thanks corporate world for the joys of global warming)
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Thinking about sex
Things ended the other day with all of my lovers. I liked them alot, but I wasn't getting what I wanted out of those relationships. I will hold out for a guy who really cares about me.
But in the meantime, I still have to have sex, and I wonder if a happy medium would be to just give my clients what most of them want? I wouldn't have sex with all of them, but I am considering offering it to some of them.
Perhaps I am deluding myself out of loneliness, but I think this may work. Perhaps I'll place an ad and see what kind of interest it generates.
Maybe I will. Maybe I will...
But in the meantime, I still have to have sex, and I wonder if a happy medium would be to just give my clients what most of them want? I wouldn't have sex with all of them, but I am considering offering it to some of them.
Perhaps I am deluding myself out of loneliness, but I think this may work. Perhaps I'll place an ad and see what kind of interest it generates.
Maybe I will. Maybe I will...
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