Hi,
Just back from a ,long holiday (and I had problems with the blog password).
But everything is sorted now and I will be posting this week, about holidays, sex, adventures and those rather than special customers.
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Hidden messages
Good starting of the day. Defying a boring raining day in London I managed to have a Very sweet client with an elastic tongue.
I was laughing from start to end because he was very fn was and it was nice but weird to have paid sex with someone that cool. Usually we are more used to have people lie that around us when they are close friends or relatives.
He didn’t take long to come but until get to this bit it was a long way of starts, liking, sticking his tongue up any possible hole he eventually could find so it was a bit ticklish as well I have to say.
From there, with a short break only for a shower, I went to see my regular American client visiting UK. He was totally dry as his wife has been way since Christmas so I have to look after him with double care and was on my knees for a long time.
I like his smell of fresh plastic wrapping paper, those with a few bubbles and used to pack fragile items. It reminds me of new things like a gift you’ve just got. I also quite like his cock because it is not so long but it is quite thick so it doesn’t take long to get me screaming and moaning while riding it.
As I watch my image reflected on the mirror and having my bum ferociously penetrated by his cock I wonder how I am lucky to get paid to do something that average people do for free (if they are fortunate enough to have someone with such a huge tool to fuck them!)
-Are you ok? He asks me after cuming and slowly taking his dick of my ass.
-Yes, very well! I answer with a wide smile trying not to spread my legs too much in case some lube its still inside me. Sometimes remains of a running lube pops out as soon as the guy takes his penis off my bum and a warm little brown line runs down my legs.
Not today. I check the sheets and they are fine. I check my anus and there is nothing wet to be afraid of. I even glance his cock to make sure everything is clean but he doesn’t acknowledge it.
-Cool! – he says with a thick accent and getting a towel around his hips before entering to the toilet and friendly shouting at me to close the door behind me once I leave the flat.
The translation for that is straight forward: get out as soon as you can as we are done here dude.
Ok, sir. I got your message.
And off I went.
I was laughing from start to end because he was very fn was and it was nice but weird to have paid sex with someone that cool. Usually we are more used to have people lie that around us when they are close friends or relatives.
He didn’t take long to come but until get to this bit it was a long way of starts, liking, sticking his tongue up any possible hole he eventually could find so it was a bit ticklish as well I have to say.
From there, with a short break only for a shower, I went to see my regular American client visiting UK. He was totally dry as his wife has been way since Christmas so I have to look after him with double care and was on my knees for a long time.
I like his smell of fresh plastic wrapping paper, those with a few bubbles and used to pack fragile items. It reminds me of new things like a gift you’ve just got. I also quite like his cock because it is not so long but it is quite thick so it doesn’t take long to get me screaming and moaning while riding it.
As I watch my image reflected on the mirror and having my bum ferociously penetrated by his cock I wonder how I am lucky to get paid to do something that average people do for free (if they are fortunate enough to have someone with such a huge tool to fuck them!)
-Are you ok? He asks me after cuming and slowly taking his dick of my ass.
-Yes, very well! I answer with a wide smile trying not to spread my legs too much in case some lube its still inside me. Sometimes remains of a running lube pops out as soon as the guy takes his penis off my bum and a warm little brown line runs down my legs.
Not today. I check the sheets and they are fine. I check my anus and there is nothing wet to be afraid of. I even glance his cock to make sure everything is clean but he doesn’t acknowledge it.
-Cool! – he says with a thick accent and getting a towel around his hips before entering to the toilet and friendly shouting at me to close the door behind me once I leave the flat.
The translation for that is straight forward: get out as soon as you can as we are done here dude.
Ok, sir. I got your message.
And off I went.
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