The Tongue Bath.

They say familiarity breeds contempt but I have to say when it comes to my favourite guests this is simply not so.  A relationship albeit a sexual connection between whore and client is something that when built at a slower pace can turn into something quite magical.

This morning I met a man who declared that he wished for me to gush all over his face.  I smiled and told him that that is impossible for me to do upon a first meeting but most assuredly something we could work toward.  I am not a machine.

If he pays attention to my body he will soon learn those triggers.  The sexual energy once engaged will take over – demanding connection.  Let me share this with you.  Please.  It is important that you understand that I am not pretending – I will not fake an orgasm to make you feel better.  I will however teach you how to please me … if you should care about such things.

He arrived early.  He removed his clothes at the door.  I was already waiting for him in the bedroom.  Naked.  I often wonder when it comes to being naked if it is just me who finds it quite discombobulating to be naked in bed with a stranger.  Men seem to have so much confidence in their bodies.  It is refreshing.

He has kissed me so many times.  I lick his mouth.  I suck his tongue.  I bite his lip.  I feel his breath.  The breath from his mouth to mine makes me so fucking wet.  I wanted to devour him.  I wanted to feel free of my body.  LET ME BE WILD! I blindfolded him.  It was the beginning of three hours of complete and utter fucking.

I lay between his legs and let my tongue do the talking.  I licked his inner thighs.  I sucked his balls.  I opened wide for his cock to slide down my throat.  I ached for it.  I gagged for it.  Give it to me.

We weren’t doing that hard disconnected sex, no, not at all.  We were both feeling the arousal course through our bodies like lava.  And it started with a kiss.  It wasn’t until after he left that I found myself reliving our time together.  Oh My God – did I really put his hand between my legs while I loomed over him … rubbing my soaking wet cunt on his forearm before gushing all over it? Did I really orgasm just sucking his cock while pulling his leg between mine so I could ride it? Fuck.  It was so hot.  Fire.

For some reason when it is done and it is dusted and we are spent there is nothing but gleeful laughter that escapes our lips.  We are fucking children of the universe having the best time.  He reminds me that I can be present.  xx