Arousal.

It’s no secret that once I am aroused I can stay in this state for as long as I want.  I can gush without touching myself. One of the many reasons I am grateful I am a woman.

I have been teaching myself something new – if I lay on my back and breathe rapidly and clench my cunt and work my abdominal muscles it is as though my body remembers this feeling and reacts accordingly.  It’s quite the thing.  I would love to teach other women this technique.

Often a client will want to know why I am not squirting with them with most not understanding arousal.  I do get aroused sucking cock.  Let me have my way with you.  Be yourself.  Be real.  I will lead you there.

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Age.

If I had a dollar for every man under the age of 30 who has asked for a date – I would have retired by now.  I always feel bad turning them down but for me to remain authentic I have to.  Some have said I should teach them and others have said I am a fool for not taking their money.

I am not sure if you understand this yet but this isn’t about money.  Of course, I won’t fuck for free but I am not for younger men.  I haven’t the patience.  I enjoy older men.  I just do.  I won’t apologise for that.  While younger men have a certain staying power that can’t be denied – it is the older man who has the experience that this particular whore enjoys.

Forgive me if I tell you that I am too old for you – this is my way of saying you are too young for me.  Both are true.

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Now & Then.

There is only now and then. Now he is on his way. Now I can start to feel my heart racing and my impatience for his mouth on mine hits hard. Hurry. Just be here now. And then he is here and I am here and we are right there. I cannot get enough of his everything. His mouth fits with mine exactly right. I push the air from my lungs into his to fill him with my life. I spit in his mouth so he can take me with him when he leaves. It just fucking is. The isness of this thing.

His cock feeds my lust. That’s a lie. His mind feeds my lust. The sacredness of lust. His cock belongs. His cock is my cock. My cunt is his. There is nothing I would not do. Nothing. That look he gets in his eyes takes me with him. I know his secrets and he tells me mine. There is only now.

The unspoken sits waiting its turn. I hate that unspoken cunt that sits there waiting for the spell to be broken. The unspoken takes him back to that part of him where I don’t belong. That place where he pretends to be one of them because that version is acceptable. That’s when then comes to put him back in his box. That box is safe. I want to smash that box into a million pieces.

And then the veil is in place. And then he has to go. Now. He leaves as I arrive. I am so aroused that I don’t even know what to do with myself. I writhe on the bed he fucked me on. I gush all over myself because his scent lingers. It is so fucking stupid. I want to forget now and then.

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The Perfect Whore.

The pool of desire is the most brilliant of blues. It is surrounded by the most luscious of greens. The stones that lead to it are slippery and uneven making it almost impossible to reach. Trust me, it is worth the risk. Dive right in.

There is light coming from the deepest part of this pool. The closer you get to it the more your body will tingle and hum and your heart will race and your blood will boil. It feels almost dangerous to the uninitiated. Dive right in.

I have seen her swimming the length of this pool. She laughs at the amount of semen that finds its way all over her body all through her body – she gulps. There are places so murky I lose track of her for a while. Dive right in.

The pool of desire washes away all those doubts. Those who fear drowning, they who cling on to the side of that pool wanting to feel the waves that crash down but afraid of letting go – they are who she swims for. Dive right in.

She can disappear under the water so deep that you can’t imagine how she even breathes until you realise she doesn’t need to. Her sexual energy is more powerful than the earthly need for oxygen. It drives her forward moving her body ever closer. Her nipples are hard her cunt is soaking. Dive right in.

She will drag you from the edge and swim with you a while. You will have to trust her to return you to the earth you walk upon. She has no use for cowards. She has no patience for the otherness of everything. This is the pool of desire. She lives here. Dive right in. xxx

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Gods.

I often find myself reminding my men that they are Gods.  Sometimes I feel the recoil and other times they laugh at the absurdity of that statement.  Nevertheless.  It is true.

All men are Gods.  All women are Goddess.  We have just forgotten, that’s all.  Imagine living your entire life believing you are just this suffering little human being.  Fuck that.  You are a God.  Accept it and act accordingly.  It will change your life.  Trust me.

I am a Goddess.  I might not look like you imagine that to look.  I might not act like that the majority of the time either.  But I am.  A Fucking Goddess.  I have an abundance of light dancing with the dark.  I never forget I am a Goddess.

I don’t know why we have forgotten.  I do know it is up to you to remember.  Sometimes I go out into The Wild and find myself having to mix with The Others – those who just rush from work to home – resisting to merely exisiting.  I exist in My World.  It’s quite lovely.  I control the temperature, the music, the mayhem.

I need coffee!

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Guilt.

I have been thinking about guilt.  I mean, what’s that really about? Why can’t we have what we want when we want it? It is a question I ask myself more often these days.

Surely.  If we are getting everything we need from one person then that’s gotta be the best, right? Of course.  But what if they can’t? What if there is a medical reason for their disinterest in sex? Or what if, worse still, they don’t know what it is that really turns you on?

If you haven’t been able to reveal your secret self to the one who should hold all your secrets – well – this is where we have the problem of guilt.  Maybe it is not a bag you ought carry.  Maybe you can put it down once and for all.

I fuck men who tell me I am the only woman they fuck.  Should they feel guilty? Nope.  Why the fuck can’t we have what we want when we want it? Aren’t we here to free our souls from this earthly bullshit? We are.  I am your priestess.  Tell me your secrets.  I won’t judge you.  Be you.  Whatever the goddamn cost.  Be you.

And for those men whose wives don’t want to fuck anymore because they have hit menopause – for the love of fucking please encourage her to have HRT! It will change her life.  Research.  Your relationship will thank you.

So.  Fuck guilt.

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Whore!

Whore!

I love that word. It is the perfect description for what I am. I am a whore. Now, many a man refuses to use that word with me thinking it derogatory. To me, it isn’t. It is a wonderful word – much like the word cunt. I own it.

A whore, to me, is a woman who fucks for money. I am not a ho. I would never fuck anyone for the sheer thrill of it. Sex is sacred. I know – what the fuck? Right? I get it. I love pleasure. It drives me. It feeds my sexual energy like nothing else.

I am not an escort. I am not a prostitute. I am not a working girl. I am a whore. As such, I will kiss you like you have never been kissed. I expect to feel passion. I expect pleasure from our interaction. Words excite me.

I don’t care what you look like. It matters not if you have a giant cock or a tiny pecker. But. I get excited by what words you use. I want to lose myself in your dirty mind. Come to the party. I am right here – waiting.

Your Whore!

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Oral Sex.

When it comes to giving great oral sex there are definite moves one can easily incorporate to ensure it is more enjoyable.

First.  Let’s stop with the whole 69 bullshit! I want to give or I want to receive – I can’t do both at the same time.

Second.  It is no secret that I do so adore the feeling of cock in my mouth.  It is sensual and a great umm measure of passion and desire.  I give my all when I give oral.  It feels so good sliding between my lips and down my throat.

When I get lost in giving oral sex I want him to relax and feel every movement.  I want him to enjoy the rush of feelings he experiences when my passion comes to the fore.  It was just yesterday that I told a client that when I suck cock it is the mouth equivalent of what my body will be giving him soon enough.  Do you know what I mean?

I learned long ago how to open my throat up for cock.  It is something that needs practice until perfect.

I have found that receiving oral doesn’t make me orgasm in the same way as kissing does.  I know, weird.  I think it is down to wanting to feel his breath on my mouth more than my pussy.  *shrug* I do enjoy oral and I can tell when he really wants to be there too.  🙂

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Sex Addiction.

In the past week I have had three men ask me if I think I might be addicted to sex.  It has given me reason to ponder this a little more deeply.  The short answer is no.  I am not a sex addict.  Not, at all.  If I were not being paid to fuck I would not be fucking.  Well, OK – if I met someone I thought might be worthy – maybe.  But mostly I would fuck myself.

I think what they are getting confused about is my level of arousal.  You have to remember I swim in a sea of lust a lot of the time.  I am surrounded by cock.  I am intimate with men in a way that arouses me.  When I say I don’t fake anything – I actually mean it.  I do get turned on all the time.  I get paid to orgasm.  I mean, who wouldn’t want that?

Once I am aroused I can orgasm at will.  I have lovers who fill me up with their lust and it can be so wild that it makes me blush for a long time afterward.  I have been known to say goodbye to a man and go back to the bed and just masturbate until my heart is content.  It isn’t that I am an addict, it is that I am a fucking woman.  I can orgasm all the live long day if I so desire.

When I suck cock I do so with wild abandon.  I like to think it is the mouth equivalent of what my body does when I am fucking him.  I want to feel it sliding down my throat.  I want my throat fucked.  Does that make me a sex addict?

I enjoy sex.  I like to think that becomes obvious when you enter my world.  I am not the victim of anything.  I am a sexual being having a human experience.

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Pornography.

It might seem rather odd at first that I am not keen on pornography.  My reasons may not be what you imagine.  For me, it is all about real sex – not performance acting so it galls me when clients come knocking imagining they will enter a porn set.  I am a real woman.  I do not act – at all.

I used to watch Rocco Siffredi back in the day.  I was enthralled by his animal magnetism.  There was something raw about him.  Interestingly, he recently appeared on some Netflix documentary.  He was a little more weathered and a lot more jaded than I remembered him.  Oh Rocco.  That road he ran down got a little rougher as he went.

I can tell a lot about a man by the level of porn he watches, not to mention what he gravitates toward.  It is worth having a discussion about.  We have to remember that those who are appearing in porn are performers, actors – that is not real life.  Real fucking is messy and breathless and all manner of things that porn isn’t.

Porn bores me.  I would rather get inside your head, pull up a chair and see what’s really trapped there.

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