Fantasies: ALL business

I've noticed a trend recently. When I fantasize, i.e. when I am getting off (or trying to), it's almost always clients who feature most prominently. I guess that more than a year into escorting I am still shocked that 99% of my sessions are fun, satisfying, and with people I am really attracted to. When I began, I had SO MANY misconceptions about sex work. I just thought that those things didn't apply to me. When I began, I still thought that many hookers, strippers, porn stars, etc. were likely just cokeheads with hot bodies who probably didn't enjoy what they were doing. I'm not sure why I thought I was the exception. Meeting other like-minded sex workers completely opened my eyes. But then, my eyes have opened to many of the biases and judgments I carry around over the past year. I thought only people who HAD to pay for sex (whatever that means) paid for sex. But no. I remember seeing Brown Eyes, my second or third client, ever, and thinking "holy crap! he must be a cop!" WHY would such a GORGEOUS man be paying for sex? Especially sex with someone like me (me being much less confident at the time), i.e. someone many men wouldn't even admit to being attracted to?

It still baffles me at times. I think much of it is the anonymity. Maybe a lot of my clients wouldn't want to date or otherwise spend time with me, so they feel they should compensate me. Many are married or attached. Some just have a specific fantasy. I'm sure a huge chunk of them fear rejection. But this is not what this post is about.

Fantasies. Lately they involved the following: twitchy dicks, poking, warming and tickling my thighs and ass. Female nipples and clits, being licked and sucked, by me, to perfect orgasms, no reciprocation required. Two of my favorite clients ever, the new one from last night, let's call him Crème Brulée, and Nate, the golden shower enthusiast. I picture Nate under me, licking me, drinking my piss, and Crème Brulée, sitting on his chest, kissing my lips and nipples, and maybe even playing with Nate's equally formidable cock. I think those two together might literally be too much for me to handle, and don't think either of them is bi. Pity. Would I have a heart attack in the face of so much sexiness? Other fantasies involve the Unicorn, Dinar, and a young man I will call Pompadour who came by a few weeks ago to service me. Even after he came, he stuck around to make me come. Rare in guys who aren't paying.

I dunno. For all of my open-mindedness it still seems weird to me that the sex I get paid for is almost always better than the sex I end up having for free. I'd argue that I get off on the anonymity, but the longer I see clients, the hotter our connections seem to become.

So yeah. If you rocked my world, chances are you get me off even when you're not around. I still can not believe the boy from last night. Un-fucking-believable.

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!

Oh Pluto

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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 Myself...

Often, I touch myself. When I awake in the morning, I let my hands brush my nipples, checking for hardness. If they're hard, sometimes only a light pinching is enough to arouse me. Sometimes they're hard, and I just roll out of bed instead, eager for a new day. But all masturbation includes my nipples. My nipples are my most sensitive spot, the direct pipeline to my clit, labia and vagina (and the PB muscle in general).

This is usually how I start when I masturbate. Lightly touching my nipples, and then gently pinching and squeezing them. Sometimes I suck and lick them, but that's a task better left to eager others' mouths. Sometimes, like just now, I rub them through my clothing, knowing that only an extra few strokes would be enough to get me off track and onto my bed or futon, soon to moan in climax. But normally, I close my eyes. Get comfortable. Relax. Smile. Let my hands run over my body, my curves, my thighs, my ass, my belly. I like to tease myself sometimes. Other times, I just yank my pants down, pull my shirt up, and make myself come in 30 seconds. A self-quickie. But most often, I start with the nipples to get my pussy swollen. Feeling it expand between my legs and become engorged with 98˚ blood. My labia usually starts to swell first. I clench my muscles to turn myself on even more. I've been getting well acquainted with my Gspot lately. It's so exposed, so open, now that I know where it is. But this comes later.

First I turn myself on. Sometimes I fantasize. Usually I just get off on myself. On rare occasions, I will watch amateur porn: guys jerking off, or big, beautiful women getting licked and fucked, or both. I keep one hand, my left, on my nipple, and let my right hand slide down slowly. I've been exercising lately, and am more flexible. This is great for touching myself. I usually let my fingers barely brush my pussy, just to get it as swollen as possible. When I start to get really aroused, I spread my legs wide. Sometimes I get on all fours and reach back. Then I seek out my hard clit. I get it exposed and lightly brush it. I'll rub it in circles a few times, not too hard, not too soft, just to get a sense of how quickly I will come. At times I'll use lube, but more often I just pop my "fuck you" finger in my mouth, soak it with spit, and rub it on my throbbing clit. Just quickly, flicking it, trying to make it feel like a tongue. In these moments, I almost always consider calling a friend, lover, client even (if I have calling privileges, of course. Otherwise, I would NEVER call a client unsolicited), and asking them to come and lick my clit. But I will generally refrain from this, knowing that in 2 minutes I will have climaxed and lost the urge (only to get it back hours later).

So I take my hard clit, and rub it. In circles, and sometimes just flicking. This requires more spit than simply rubbing. But it's well worth it. It feels more like an oral orgasm, and is deeper, more intense, clenching. I have the most intense orgasms when I am alone, and this is something that I am slowly changing, as it pleases me to share them with appreciative others. Depending on how wide my legs are spread, and how exposed my clit is, it could take anywhere from 30 seconds to 10 minutes to climax, if that is my goal (which it often is). Sometimes I go for a g-spot orgasm, something I rarely achieve, and in these instances porn and/or the futon are often used. Sometimes I'll go for the gusto, and get something inside me, right on my g-spot. Since Ms. G. is right at the opening, and given my muscle control, toys are hard to keep inside without some creative maneuvering. But I'm nothing if not creative. Sometimes I'll just take the long strap-on dildo and sit on it. It's got suction, and stays in place well. Sometimes I'll fuck myself, the way a man would, and then make myself come, and then fuck myself again. Sometimes, I just finger fuck my pussy. This makes me wettest and is most satisfying, cocks and others' fingers aside.

And then sometimes, I just throw my legs up, wide wide wide and rub my clit fast. If I want to come faster, I close my eyes and imagine my friend Stacks (who lives in another province, sorry), with her huge clit and gushing pussy, and any random male I happen to be fantasizing about at the time, client or otherwise (usually a client. Few ever breach the personal realm), her nipples in my mouth, moaning while he fucks her, maybe his fingers in my pussy at the same time. Or I think of my ex lover, and how he once jerked off, rubbing his cock against my nipple the whole time, while he watched me masturbate, legs spread wide, on the futon. He exploded all over me just as I was coming. Sometimes I just enjoy the sensations, the wave rising, the warmth building, the throbbing, pulsing of my own body, the big fat vein that sticks out right before and after I come, right next to my clit. I like to sometimes bring myself to the edge again and again, only to finally explode violently, and sometimes I just it go, and come as soon as I am ready. Then I idly rub myself, lightly, gently and breathe a sigh.

I'm going to do it now. I'll post details in a few minutes (or perhaps longer). Need to have some lunch first.

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.

Red Fantasy

I want him inside of me now. As I sit at my kitchen table, friend beside me, dual laptops, I just read his response to my blogging, and I want him now. I want everyone to be gone from here, though I love my friends staying over... I wouldn't even care actually. I could be quiet. I could just trace his entire body with my fingers and kiss him until he stopped me. I could kiss those lips for hours. I could kiss him all over for hours. Quietly. Just listening to the faint sound of his breath as my non-verbal cues. Even if they heard, they wouldn't care. I wouldn't care. I just want him.

Today was fun. I drank too much with my friends. We played cards until just now. I found a beautiful organic basil plant. I can not wait to plant it tomorrow.

And again he creeps into my consciousness. Submissive, he says. Entices me. And then says he's also dominant. I am very, very interested in relinquishing control to the right person. It's a side of me I've never explored. And I am so very eager for experience.

I think sexuality and sex are odd phenomena. So much of our desire and innate urges are denied, conditioned out or just plain suppressed. Same as organic things, such as body hair, defecation, sexual desire, etc. It's all perfectly natural and shared among all humans. Yet these are the things which we deny so strongly, in so many ways. I just want to not be that way. I don't need to worry so much about it. I know who I am in most ways, and I am open sexually. I want to explore more, and I can't deny my attractions.

He attracts me, and I just want to touch myself when I think about him. I want him to touch me. He does so well.

*re-reading this, remembering, I am so swollen and needing to be touched. I will touch myself now. Somehow, though I am not alone. It can be done.

Red-tastic

I can't get him out of my head, so I must write. I told him to stay tuned. I just didn't know it would be so soon. I didn't think I would still be all swollen almost twelve hours later and writing about him just to get rid of the lingering memory.

So wow. Not sure what else to say. Rarely am I that attracted to someone physically. If I hadn't had friends coming over, I would have asked him to stay, something I never, as a matter of principle, do. EVER. Even after he dressed and was leaving I grabbed him and kissed him, chatted with him, for at least twenty minutes. I feel like I should not feel this way about a client, but I can not help myself. He was so cute, firstly. This is the first thing I noticed. That his photo, in no way, does him justice. "Wow" I said "You're really good looking".

Before he went to shower, I looked in his eyes, grabbed him and kissed him, unsure of how he would react. He said he'd never been with a big girl, and I was afraid of rejection after I saw him. But, I was in luck. He responded with a very soft moan and kissed me back. I put my hands on his neck and face and pulled him closer. He moaned again. I was turned on at this point. I was even a bit turned on when I first saw him coming through the walkway. I put my arms around his neck. He moaned louder and put his arms around my waist, pulling me right against him, making me groan. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes, kissing outside the washroom door, rarely losing eye contact. Finally I let him go wash his day away, and I ventured outdoors to retrieve my art book.

I went to my bedroom, unsure of what to do. I ALWAYS, or almost always, know what to do with a man, especially one so young. Should I leave my pants on? He likes tight jeans... Or should I be waiting in my black lace undies when he emerges all clean? I opt for the undies, take off my pants, and lie on my bed reading, waiting for him. Finally, the shower turns off, rustling occurs, and the washroom door opens. He walked to my room wrapped in only my burgundy towel, smiling shyly. I smile, put my book away, and rise to my knees. He's in front of me. I pull him to me, smile, and flick his nipples with my tongue. I love licking and sucking, pretty much anything clean and fresh-smelling. I think I have an oral fixation (which, if you think about it, is possibly associated with breast feeding? Something I think I never did).

I just wanted to hear him moan. To please him, make him feel good, and make sure he comes back for more. I'm already in trouble at this point, I already want more, and he's still in a towel. I lick and suck him for a while, savoring his sighs and breath, and then I reach for him and kiss him deeply. Sometimes, whoever I am with, all the eye contact gets to me. But not today. Not with him. I just wanted to watch him, to see him in pleasure. He seemed to get off on my pleasure as well, which is a turn on in itself. We kiss like this for a while, doing exactly what he told me he likes, which happens to be exactly what I like. Lots of kissing, no rushing and just savoring a new lover's sounds, smells and smiles. The kind of thing that, for me, is nearly impossible to fake. There must be some attraction if I am kissing someone like this. Just because I am getting paid doesn't mean that under different circumstances, or in a different time, it wouldn't happen for free, or that I can look deeply into your eyes and make you feel something not real. I could, but not in bed. In bed, I am pure me.

And he smelled and tasted so good. I wish he was right beside me right now. Client/personal would cease to exist. I would cross that forbidden un-crossable line and just make love with him all night and cancel all of my appointments tomorrow, including three which could prove to be very lucrative.

What else happened? We kissed alot, passionately, playfully, eagerly and unhurriedly. My undies came off. His eyes almost popped out of his head over my breasts. Guys really, really like my breasts. I still don't see all the fuss. Or all the fuss over my cum. To me, it tastes like yogurt. I don't know what else to compare it to. It's been years since I ate pussy other than my own. Off topic, and now I am thinking of pussy. I'm so turned on again. Am I a sex addict? Possibly. Probably. Yes. Likely. I am. Whatever.

So yes. We kissed, I got swollen, engorged, wet. While we kissed, he asked if I wanted a wet tongue in my pussy. Ahhh. Just hearing the words, and even remembering them now, makes me swell and pulsate. I lie down and he started. First, with my nipples, and teasing my lips with his tongue. Just how I like it. Not a tongue jabbed into my mouth. Just light flicks over my lips, just a simple swipe inside my mouth, followed by his lips on mine. Just like that... yeah. He made my nipples hard. I pinched them as he went down on me. For an inexperienced young man, he was unbelievably skilled at oral. Wow. It's ironic that a few years ago, I BEGGED men to eat me out and they consistently refused. Now they pay me. I love it and brag about it more than I should. The quality of men I now attract, both personally and professionally, is astounding compared to that.

And who knows how long after this, he kisses me, letting me taste my barely-there taste and scent. It's intoxicating. I love smelling myself all over a guy's face, fingers and body. Reminds me of his willingness and hunger to please me. And of my own willingness and desire to please him. I tell him I want him to lie down and he smiles and lies down. I turn and face him, and get on top of him, making sure not to let our bare parts do not touch. I want to let them touch. I want to do everything with him, but I stop myself, the way I always stop myself. I just shove my nipples in his mouth, alternating them, shaking them, and my ass, against him. All the while, he's watching me with those brown eyes, driving me crazy.

I kiss his lips, his neck, ears, lick him all over his neck, listening for verbal cues, for changes in his breath. For sighs, moans and groans. I know he likes to be kissed. He likes to be kissed the way I like to kiss a man I am seriously attracted to. I wish I had kissed him everywhere, head to toe. If I see him again, I will kiss him everywhere. For today I settled with lips, neck, ears, cheeks, eyelids, nose, chest, nipples, stomach, thighs and cock. When I reached his cock, I took my time. Got him ready and licked him up and down. Made him harder before I put my lips around him. He has a nice penis, and I definitely want to spend more time with it.

I don't even remember the sequence of events anymore. Nor do I think it's important. He asked if I "did facesitting" which made me laugh out loud. "Hmmm... it's my all-time favorite thing" I said. I told him he was in a perfect position and straddled his face, with my chest and arms against the cold wall in front of me. I want more. NOW. To be rubbing against his face, chin, lips, nose... hearing him moan beneath me, feeling him pull me closer to him. After a while, I turned to face the other way, so that I could take him in my mouth. Eventually I could take it no longer. I knew the time was nearing when my friends would arrive at my door. We'd been together for almost two hours. I told him I wanted to see him come. I told him to keep stroking himself as he was when I was rubbing my pussy against his face. I knelt in front of him, and put my hard nipple in his mouth, which he greedily sucked. I knew I would come at any moment, rubbing my wet, swollen clit with my fingers. I wanted to see him first. I couldn't wait. Well, I could have. I could have stopped fingering myself, but I just told him I was going to come any time. He was pleased, and stroked himself faster. Do men have any fucking idea how hot they look when they jerk off? Especially if they stroke it like no one is watching; Legs all open, toes curled, their hand just a blur of frenzied motion. Suddenly, finally though, it was too late. I'd rubbed myself too long, and even when I stopped, I was started to climax so I just told him I was coming. "Yeah?" he said breathlessly and excitedly, which just caused me to explode. I saw his cum shoot from him, on his chest and arms. I almost fell completely on top of him as I came.

Fuck. I want it now. I must sleep. I have a meeting at 9 am, which is.... oh wow. 2.5 hours. Just amazing. I am pleased.

My kind of night :)

I have this new lover, Mr. Hutchinson, and we got together Friday night. He's funny. He's gorgeous: Big blue eyes, orange-ish hair everywhere (well, almost) and an amazing smile, with skin that I could kiss and inhale for hours. As soon as he walked in we began making out. I'd been wanting him all week, all day, with the memory of our first time together still fresh in my mind. Kissing him was intense, sweet and so erotic. The way his lips would suck mine in, the way he'd steal my tongue and hold it with his lips, the way his fingers fluttered across my face... all make me wet and swollen, even now as I recall. And then to look down and see those beautiful big eyes looking back at mine is enough to make me smile in ecstasy.

I don't even remember how things unfolded, really. I remember some vague chill time, with drinks, doobs and teasing touches from him, and maybe a few from me. I was nervous, which is something I rarely am in the company of men. But he was so hot, so attractive to me, and I felt like a little girl with a crush. I remember wanting to lay my head in his lap but not doing so. I lay my hand there instead. I remember almost spilling our drinks as I pounced on him, breasts in his face smothering him, and I remember him smartly moving the entire table away. I remember the curtains being open and thinking that anyone walking by would see us, half naked on the sofa, with my breasts out and in his face, with him sucking on my nipples and me clawing at his clothing and squeezing him with my thighs. I remember thinking that I wouldn't care. That even if I knew someone were watching, I wouldn't have stopped.

In my bed, we kissed slowly, quickly, roughly and gently for a long time. He either enjoys it as much as I do, or he was trying to arouse me. I spent a lot of time on his unbelievable lips, kissing, touching, sucking and just barely licking them with my tongue. His neck, his hot spot, is where I focus when I want to see his cock twitch. I won't even get started on his cock yet as I am trying to keep my panties dry right now. He kept sucking on my tongue and kissing me, driving me crazy. Nothing turns me on more than kissing a guy I am really into while he plays with my nipples, especially if I can see or feel how hard he is.

This seemed to go on for hours, though I know it did not. Eventually, he began doing what he does best: eating my pussy. He goes down very slowly, slower than any man I ever met, spending alot of time on my breasts, chest, stomach, legs, thighs... this is treatment I am unaccustomed to, but it was so enjoyable. I just feel so spoiled and lazy, idly lying there, legs open, while he services me.

And what a service! He starts off with just light flicks of his tongue on my labia. This makes my pussy open farther for him. He uses his fingers to open me up more, and to expose my, at this point, very hard clit. He likes to tease, which suits me fine, and he does so by just licking my clit very gently a few times. He licks downwards, down to where I am so wet and I feel the tip of his finger feeling for my tight hole. He pushes a finger inside and I clamp down around it, moaning and savoring such an amazing sensation as he pushes it in slowly. He takes it out and tastes it, moaning, saying I taste so good. He does it again, this time putting the finger in my mouth, letting me taste it. I honestly don't know what all the fuss over my cum is about, as to me it tastes odd. Perhaps because I am not accustomed to it. Either way, his willingness to please, and his skill in pleasing, made me gush. When he came up to kiss me at one point, letting me taste myself, he surprised me. I realized, sticking my tongue out to meet his, that his mouth was full of my cum. I almost gagged as I was not expecting it. I was so turned by this, and in fact, it's still in my mind even today, three days later. The fact that he sucked all of that cum out of me shows something about his skill. I don't know that I've ever cum so much on my own or with anyone else, in my entire life. That he loves to eat it is both slightly gross and highly erotic and makes me feel so appreciative. I would do almost anything to please him.

Which includes taking him in my mouth, something my paranoid self rarely does. I love to have him lie back and slide all over him, kissing his lips, his nipples, licking his neck and dangling my breasts in his face for him to suck on and tease. The other night I was rubbing myself against him, hearing him moan and feeling his hard cock twitching beneath me. I wanted him inside of me at that instant but I waited. Waited until much later. At that point, I just wanted to suck him, on my hands and knees, and feel my pussy almost explode from the excitement. I commented that another guy would be useful while I am in that position, to fuck me. I wish I could suck him and fuck him at the same time.

His moans, hearing him call my name again and again, all make me start to drip. I turned around at one point, still sucking him, so he could "inspect" the dripping in my cunt, and straddled his face. Little hairs tickled me and got me going. He spanked my ass, though not as extensively as last time, and I started grinding myself against his face, feeling so close to coming.

After a short break, I went back to his beautiful, hard cock. I kissed him all over, licking his skin, rubbing him with hair on my head, on his chest, stomach, thighs. I licked his balls, something I know drives him crazy, listened to his moaning and watched him get harder and harder as I played with him. When he seemed ready to explode, I gave his cock a short lick. I wasn't sure he'd even feel it, but he did. I then took his balls right in my mouth, sucking very lightly, and using my tongue in a more rapid back and forth motion. This seemed to really arouse him as he grabbed my hands, head, anything he could reach, and squeezed. I told him how good he tasted, how sexy he was lying there, looking down at me. Finally, I moved up to kiss him quickly and returned to his cock, still rock hard and twitching. I started licking him up and down, side to side, very gently, before licking the head. He was extremely wet and leaking and using my tongue there made him leak even more. When I finally put my mouth around his dick I was sure he would come right then, he seemed that aroused. I was moaning the whole time, both for sensation and because I was very turned on by his response. He seems the type more accustomed to giving rather than receiving, but I could not have stopped myself from pleasuring this beautiful man if I'd wanted to. He was just so deserving of it.

This went on for a while. Sucking, fingering, jerking, kissing and licking each other. We would play, then stop, play, stop, and so on, for a few hours. I would done it all night if I could have, just kissing and sucking him until he begged me to stop. When he began fingering me lightly, I told him the secret that makes me come quickly. I told him to just use one finger and just put it inside me until first little knuckle. Just at the opening. He fingered me so good while I rubbed my clit that I was coming within a minute of him doing that. I just exploded all over his finger. He seemed satisfied at that point, and I was too.

I got on top of him shortly after that, riding his dick for a while before asking him if I could turn around. I wiggled my ass against him and he seemed to slide in me so easily. His cock felt so good inside of me I could have stayed like for an hour. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, after fucking in several positions several times. He was one of the most amazing lovers I ever had the pleasure of taking to bed.

I eagerly await our next meeting.

Horny

This morning's session really got me going. I'm pretty horny, and I'm still wearing the lace bra I normally only wear for clients. It rubs against my nipples and makes them hard.

I need to masturbate again. I want to see my lover. I am so horny.

On my mind today

Sigh. It's "that time of the month" and I am, of course, horny as the rosebush at the cottage. I keep thinking about my lover, Yuma, and about the last time we were together. I'm not normally overly affectionate, and in fact, alot of my sexual experiences recently are more experiments in arousal and eroticism than passionate throwdowns. But with Yuma, there is no kink (not yet anyways), just pure attraction and lust.

When he came in, there to fuck me before a concert I was off to, he took off his shoes, came right over to me and pulled me to him. He smelled like the day and I was instantly aroused. I pulled him by the neck, looked in his big brown eyes and kissed him slowly, pressing myself against him, feeling him already hard. What followed was a divine oral session and me on top of him, riding him until he came. In fact, he warned me that he was coming, almost as though this were a bad thing, and I just bit my lip while looking at his sweet face and told him to do it. Told him I really wanted to feel it. He came right then, pulsing and twitching inside of me, looking in my eyes the whole time and feeling my cunt slowing sliding off of him. I put my nipples in his mouth. He was still hard when I pulled the condom off. I miss him and wish I could kiss those sweet lips and suck that sweet cock right now.

Sigh. Alas. He is a parent and the child comes first.