How to Whore Part one: The Hotel

I came out to a friend this evening. Well, I told him how I earn my shoe money – strangely he wasn’t as shocked and disgusted as I expected. As he was asking me questions, in tandem with reading this blog, I realised there are a fair few rules that come with being a whore. You pick up tricks, special slang words, code words and techniques to cope with the job and make you blend in. I almost enjoy this part the most, being sneaky and imaginitive and keeping everybody fooled.

Strangely enough, I’ve found the time I need the most sneaky tricks is getting there and leaving. When I’m with a client, things flow easily. I have the persona down to a fine art now, I can turn on the charm and entertain even the most miserable pervert. The part that still makes my palms sweat and my heart skip a beat is walking into an upscale hotel lobby.

The first visit to a hotel is the worst, if I’ve been there once before I know the layout. If I don’t, it’s always a worry that I’ll look suspicious trying to find the lifts. The floors don’t help either, nice hotels favour marble – the click of my heels is loud, heads turn. This is where my phone comes in. The text to client on my way – where is the lift? which floor are you on? will see you soon x – then out of the cab hopefully after the reply (always a cab, big company or black cab – never a local company!).

Although the exit is never as bad, (I know the route to the doors now after all!) I always wonder if somebody will notice me. It’s usually the evening, I’m young, attractive and dressed smartly and it’s likely I’ve only been upstairs for an hour. Also, My hair is probably not a great as when I arrived, my make-up not so crisp, and my heels still as loud on those damn floors! I’m always sure to have a good grip on my bag, if I dropped it the contents would give me away – extra safe condoms, lubricating jelly, vibrator, extra stockings and a pile of crisp notes in my purse.

It’s a risk, but the buzz is electric. I always say, if I don’t enjoy it I wont do it.

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At Home Alone

Today was a new milestone in Alexander and I’s relationship, Well my parents left with my sisters on a trip to Virginia and left me home…alone. They said they trusted me. I feel absolutely terrible now because I’ve already betrayed their trust, here was our deal. I could only see alexander if I drove to his house. Simple enough right?? Not for me! So long story short I invited Alexander over. Bad Idea! I mean I’m O.K. being alone with him and everything it’s not like I have any problems with that. It’s just I have never been alone with him for that long you know? Everything was fine for about the first hour. Life was great! I made us lunch and when I wasn’t paying attention he came up behind me a grabbed my hips you know playfully…. and then one thing led to another…I won’t elaborate too much I don’t want anyone to think bad about me…anyway normally when we “bump uglies” as some would put it. It has to be really fast because we dont want anyone to catch us, you know. But today we had all day you know, no rush and I don’t know how, but he wanted to keep going…keep in mind I’m totally and utterly exhausted. Then he decided it would be a good idea to sleep over so I said yes. not wanting to hurt his feelings , but now I don’t know what to do because I’m tired and really dont want to do anymore tonight, but I don’t think he knows that., but I don’t want to make him mad. What do you think I should do?

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The Spaniard.

You know immediately if someone can please you. I knew he could.

I sat next to him.

“Have you seen this movie?”, he asked, pointing to his laptop.

“I have.”

He began to talk. I had no idea what he was saying. Or, honestly, what movie he was watching. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his lips.

“I love this movie. Are you from here or just passing through?” The usual small talk. I was in.

“I live here. I’m going home for my birthday.”

The movie must have been about vampires, the conversation went that direction.

“You’re going where? Wait, I’m at the wrong gate! Oh, well, may I buy you a glass of blood while we wait?”

“Of course.”

We gathered our bags and relocated to the bar across from the gate. He was tall like My Lover. The mistake was sitting with our backs to the traffic because time, from that point, seemed to stand still. The crowd disappeared. We were in our own little bubble.

“How old are you?” he asked. “You said it’s your birthday.”

“36.” Here it comes. No one believes me when I say my age. I wish people wouldn’t ask.

“I’m 27.” He had that familiar questioning look on his face. He presented his ID to the bartender as he ordered two glasses of Pinot Noir. My favorite. How did he know?

“Happy Birthday.” The Goddess was tempting me. Happy Birthday indeed. I knew I should resist. But why? My Lover hadn’t resisted. He showed no guilt. No sign of conscience at all for consuming his temptations. Stop it Wednesday. It’s just a glass of wine. Awkward conversation.

I can’t tell you what words came after that. I couldn’t stop looking at him. His smooth skin. His bright eyes looking at me under those dark lashes. The energy coming from him had me more intoxicated than the wine I was drinking much faster than I needed to be. I hadn’t realized how close we were sitting until I felt the heat of his leg against mine.

He smelled like sex. We were closer now.

His lips were as soft as I’d imagined. Damn. I felt the heat crawl up my spine. I was wet. Oh yes, he can please me. We had turned to each other, his hands found my hips. My hand, the back of his neck. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity in a few moments. Tasting each other. Our breath had become one. Oh yes, he pleased me.

Oh shit.

“Final call for boarding for flight…” She has such a sense of humor!

We jumped up and hurried across the breezeway to the gate. I handed my boarding pass to the attendant without taking my eyes of him. He put his arms around me and kissed me again. My knees buckled.

“Have a safe flight. Happy Birthday!” He turned to go to his gate, then stopped and turned back to me holding out his hand.

“My name is… It was nice meeting you.”

Happy Birthday indeed. My hour with The Spaniard.

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One whore's quest for more...

Little girls are taught from a young age that they can grow up to be anything that they want to be as long as they work hard and persevere.  I knew that I wanted to be a writer so I took endless workshops, studied all the genres, and wrote incredibly emo poetry until I realized in 9th grade that there are only so many times you can rhyme “death” and “last breath.”  Seriously.  That shit gets old.

I knew that one day my hard work would pay off because life is fair that way.  Well, I’m still waiting for my book deal but it’s nice to know that Ms. Ashley Dupre (the skank who schtupped Spitzer) is going to be writing an advice column for the New York Post.  Her topic?  Love and relationships.  The jokes really just write themselves with this one.  Suzie Homewrecker is going to be telling us how to have better relationships.  I can see her prose going something like, “Yo, if he won’t take you out, then find someone who will.  And charge extra for any weird shit.  That’s what I did and look where I am.”  Yeah, Slutty McHobag (she’s Irish apparently) has a point.  I am starting to see that I might have taken the wrong career route.  And if I’m getting second thoughts, think about all those little girls with their big dreams.  Yes kids, prostitution WILL land you that dream job.  However, it will also land you syphilis so there’s really a lot to think about.

And you know what?  You’re probably thinking that I’m just a hater.  Who knows?  Maybe this girl is, like, as smart as Stephen Hawking (no, I am not going to make a Stephen Hawking joke, assholes.  I have a heart…somewhere) and she could stun us with her profound and original dating advice.  Maybe she was a child prodigy and then lost her talents because she started selling her body to pay for her mom’s cocaine addiction and her clients made her feel loved and safe, which was a great feeling, since her dad abandoned the family to work in a mine in China and was never heard from again and…  Yeah, doubtful.  Take a look for yourselves:

Okayyyy…so maybe not Stephen Hawking smart.  You want my advice?  Those glasses do not help the porn star image.

You might say that I am just trying to rip her a new asshole with this mean post but you’d be so wrong.  Her clients already took care of that for her.  Literally.

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Sejarah Lambang Pria Dan Wanita

Inilah Sejarah Lambang Pria dan Wanita – PERNAHKAH kamu mengamati logo atau lambang seperti di atas? Nah kamu mungkin sudah tahu, itu adalah lambang untuk menyatakan jenis kelamin lelaki dan wanita. Mengapa simbolnya seperti itu? Apa arti yang terkandung pada simbol itu? Bagaimana sejarahnya?

Sejarah Lambang Pria dan Wanita

Cukup menakjubkan bahwa keberadaan simbol itu sudah cukup lama. Didalam dunia Ilmu pengetahuan saja, lambang ini untuk pertamakalinya dipakai pada tahun 1753 oleh Pengarang buku Species Plantarum. Sebelumnya simbol-simbol yang menyatakan laki dan perempuan ini ditemukan pada peninggalan-peninggalan kuno pada jaman prasejarah.

Sebelum ada tulisan, bangsa-bangsa prasejarah menggunakan gambar dan simbol untuk “berkomunikasi”. Para ahli mencoba untuk mencari hubungan mengapa simbol tersebut yang digunakan untuk menunjukkan laki dan perempuan.

Ada yang berpendapat tanda lingkaran dan panah menunjukkan bahwa laki-laki saat itu memang dikenal sebagai pemburu yang bersenjatakan tombak, sementara simbol lingkaran dengan tanda silang dibawahnya, sebagai penggambaran perempuan, menunjukkan bahwa wanita memiliki kecenderungan bercermin (lambang itu dianalogikan sebagai cermin bergagang).

Namun ada juga yang menyebutkan bahwa simbol-simbol itu telah mengalamai perubahan sejak lama, yang diturunkan dari bentuk fisik manusia laki-laki dan perempuan.

simbol ini juga digunakan sebagai simbol planet di tata surya kita, yaitu untuk Mars dan Venus (yang selanjutnya juga dikenal : Mars sebagai gambaran laki-laki, dan Venus untuk Perempuan).

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10 things I think about while I'm having sex

1. The ‘69 Mets.

2. The cobwebs on the ceiling.

3. What I’m making for dinner.

4. Did I save those Hot Pocket coupons? Now that they’re on sale I should save a LOT of money!

5. Should I use bread crumbs or oatmeal in my meat loaf recipe?

6. I’d never, ever get a tattoo.

7. I wish this guy would hold his damn weight off of me!!!

8. I don’t think bowling alleys should have those bumper things in the gutter. Let the kids learn like I did.

9. I hate seafood.

10. I gotta pee.

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All Things Considered – Five Reasons Relationships Fail

Ever had the unsettling feeling that your relationship wasn’t headed in the way that you thought it would initially?  Maybe you steer clear from relationships out of fear that they will end just like the countless others in your past.  No worries, below I’ve listed five reasons relationships tank.  And as an added bonus, I’ve listed things you can do to help rekindle the romance.   

1.    Sex – although taboo to talk about openly, there’s no denying that relationships that partake in an adequate amount of sex per week are healthier.  Sex helps to bring the spiritual and emotional feelings together to create a uniform harmony between you. 

a.    Many women make the mistake of withholding sex from their male counterpart as a means to punish them.  However, I strongly advise against this.  Sex can sometimes help bring the two of you together, even during a fight. I doubt that you can have angry sex or be upset too long after the act of sex. But I guarantee that the tension will remain if a woman is withholding sex. In fact, she may have increased her chances of her male counterpart finding that physical connection with another woman.  Women should realize that men are physical beings and denying sex is not the way to settle a dispute or get a point across. 

b.    Men should realize that women are emotional beings and often cannot turn on her sexual desire for him at the drop of a hat.  Men should work hard to make sure that his women stays wet for him and him only.  He should do all he can to ensure that it’s always in the forefront of her mind that she needs to give her body to him.  It’s not difficult at all either.  For example, when a man initially approaches a girl he’s interested in he tells her everything she wants to hear and his intentions are more than likely to have her give herself to him.  Men should ensure that the same enthusiasm shouldn’t creep to a slow boil.  This may mean he should call her during the day to tell her that he’s thinking of her, or even that he can’t wait to come home to make love to her.  The key to keeping a woman wanting more is to indulge in mental foreplay with her before jumping on her with the physical foreplay.  And yes – physical foreplay should not be ignored when keeping a woman interest.

2.        Respect – simple uh? You may ask yourself why someone would be with stay in a relationship where they aren’t treated with respect.  Well, your guess is as good as mine, but we know it happens often.  Whether it’s snooping through your lover’s personal items, or not respecting their time, or value in your life as a partner; if not careful you can lose your lover easily.  Be sure to respect your partner’s mental awareness, physical space, emotional stance and their spiritual values.

3.        Too Dispensable – Plain and simple, you have to be indispensable in order to be valued. This applies to your career, your role in your church organization, and even relationships.  If your lover is doing all of the work while you sit back and reap the benefits, chances are you are on a rocky slope and don’t even know that the rocks are unstable.  We must keep in mind that our partners are human too. And no one enjoys doing all of the work.  Instead take some of the load off of your partner to let him/her know that you are indispensable too.  My best suggestion would be to pick something that your partner hates to do (for example cleaning the bathroom).  Even if you might not enjoy cleaning, you know that your partner absolutely cringes at the thought of cleaning the bathroom.  Maybe you can take the initiative to clean the bathroom on a routine basis.  This way if your partner ever has to clean the bathroom, the first thought that comes to mind would be your willingness to pitch in and do the dirty work.  This can work for other items as well – just figure out what you can do to make yourself indispensable in the relationship. 

4.        Misguided Communication – how do you expect to learn and trust someone if the communication is limited? Amazingly I’ve met married women who have best male friends on the side.  My question to them was, “why marry someone other than your best friend?” Ironically, they’ve always skirted around the issue.  If you have open communication with your partner, then the honesty is certain to follow.  If you are unsure of how to communicate, try communication exercises.  Usually asking or revealing some of the most personal secrets are easier said over written text, e-mail or IM. As you become more comfortable with the response you receive you’re your partner, you will begin to speak openly on the phone or in person about anything that you may find difficult to say.  Before you know it, you will be an effective oral communicator with your partner on the tough issues.  Now, remember there is such a thing as being too open. You shouldn’t tell your partner things that will intimidate them or keep them wondering what you meant by the statement.  For example, do not ask your partner to have an open relationship repeatedly if you know he’s against the idea.  And never mention that you are in love with another man, only to have him wonder if he is good enough for you. These are extreme cases, but it’s necessary to remind you that there are some things better left unsaid.

5.        Live – last but not least, be sure to live! Live your life with your partner but not for your partner.  It’s okay to hang out with family and friends every once in a while.  Your partner is not going anywhere – trust me.  This message is for women especially because too many times I’ve seen women succumb to their emotions and shun family and friends just to spend a little more time with their lover.  Not only is this hazardous to your relationships with your family and friends, but it’s hazardous to your relationship.  Men need space, they enjoy hanging with their friends and family, and quite frankly they enjoy the “alone” time they get when you are not around.  It doesn’t mean they don’t love you – it just means that they want you to leave so they can miss you more when they see you! J Take a look at your situation and determine if you are smothering your relationship.  If you are, then plan to set up some time with your friends or family for the next two weekends. You will notice that he’s still around when you return and who knows it may add a little spice to your life.  But be careful not to isolate him completely. If you are taking care of all the items on this list you have done your job and your relationship forecast looks a little brighter already.

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ECPAT – End Child Prostitution/Pornography & Trafficking

Mission: ” ECPAT International is a global network of organizations and individuals working together for the elimination of child prostitution, child pornography and the trafficking of children for sexual purposes. It seeks to encourage the world community to ensure that children everywhere enjoy their fundamental rights free and secure from all forms of commercial sexual exploitation.”
Started: 1990

History: “In 1990, researchers at a tourism consultation in Thailand first exposed the degree to which child prostitution was increasing in many Asian countries. The consultation ended with a determination to take action, and ECPAT was established as a three-year campaign focusing on ending the ‘commercial’ aspect of sexual exploitation of children.”  Since then, ECPAT has continued to push in ending children’ exploitation, specifically in pornography and prostitution while operating in 75 countries worldwide.  

CPAT focuses its energy and resources on ending child exploitation of pornography, prostitution, and sex trafficking.  ECPAT does not focus on any one specific region or community, but rather embraces a global approach to its mission.  ECPAT now has more than 80 groups that work out of 75 different countries that assist in ending child pornography and prostitution.  ECPAT operates on a several different levels.  Its groups initiate numerous projects on the local level in order to ensure safety of that specific community, while the International Secretariat orchestrates a more global and international initiative.  The International Secretariat hosts an International Assembly every three years in Bangkok, inviting representatives from its foreign operating groups and governmental diplomats.  The International Assembly acts as the “highest decision-making body in the organization.”  It is through this balance of local and international work that ECPAT acts as a catalyst to help unite various organizations in different parts of the world and different influential scales.    

Unique to Organization: “ECPAT has special consultative status with the Economic and Social Council of the United Nations (ECOSOC).”

Helpful pages:
National Plan of Action
Stay Informed
Program Overview
Ways to Contribute 

Multimedia:
Global-to-Specific Region Map: http: //www.ecpat.net/A4A_2005/index.html 

Business Information:
Location: 328 Phayathai Road, Rachathewi, Bangkok, Thailand 10400
Website: http://www.ecpat.net/EI/index.asp
Phone: 662 215 3388
Email: info@ecpat.net

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Happy Halloween!!!

Halloween is my favourite holiday. I love costumes, I love candy, I love parties… and I love how people get to feel a bit less inhibited when in costumes + some (or a lot) of drinks.

One Halloween party I will always remember was in a disco. I went as a devil (well, it suits me!), but not as a sexy-short-skirt-devil, i like to dress as a mean, bad devil, with lots of make up, red eyeshadow and very dark lips. I was definitely not going for sexy, unless you look at it in some morbid way.

The party was great, my friends and I had a great time. We were about to leave when I saw an old class mate from high school. I had had a crush on him like 7 years before, but well… the spark was still there. He spotted me and asked me to stay a bit longer, so my friends left. We danced a bit and went to the smokers area upstairs.

We were talking closely cos the place was packed. He was smoking, and I grabbed one lollipop I had “earned” that night. He finished his cigarette but we stayed there, talking very closely, he said I looked different, wilder, sexier. I laughed. He licked my lollipop and gave me a naughty look. I returned the look and took a long, slow lick too. He kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I could feel my temperature rising fast. This guy was hot, and horny as hell.

We drove to the closest motel, and let me tell you, that boy was full of surprises. He undressed me with a passion I hadn’t seen in a long time, he was eager, he was all over me. When we were naked he took his time, teasing me, making me hotter and wetter every second. He went down on me, with the same hunger I described before, like he hadn’t had sex for years, like I was the sexiest thing on earth. He made me come twice before he decided to go inside me.

And there we went again, I was overwhelmed by the sensations, he was everywhere, and it felt like he knew exactly what I wanted and when.

By the end I had lost count of my orgasms, and was exhausted and happy, but mainly exhausted, I needed a bed, but to sleep!! We got dressed and I sat on a table resting while he gathered his stuff. He came up to me, caressed my legs up my thighs, lifting the long dress a bit, pushed my panties to a side and started to finger me, i couldn’t even speak… I was coming before I could say “enough for one night” (I only had that thought 2 times in my life, but never said it tho;))

He drove me home, and I have seen him just a few times since, always by chance, and never happened again. Last time we met, on the street, he was with his current gf, but he gave me a wink while saying “It’s been a long time, we should arrange to meet again, we used to have fun!”

Note: I know I said I was going to blog about my experiences with foreigners, and this guy was a local, but I think he deserved a post, cos he was truly incredible, and I don’t say that very often!!

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Sex & The Chocolate City - Entry # 3

The eye of the Tiger

So I know everyone has been talking about Tiger Tiger Woods ya’ll scandal, so I figure I throw in my two cents. (Dust off soap box, clears throat)

Hear ye’, Hear ye’! Men cheat. He is a man. This is nothing new. That is all.

I mean, were people really surprise by this cause I certainly was not. The only thing that made me raise a fraction of an eyebrow was the amount of attention and buzz this created, as if this was a new concept. A complete media frenzy, with women, pearls clutch, gasping at the audacity of Tiger, the utter definition of a melting pot who reached fame through his putt putt skills and cheated on his snow white wife.

Presidents, Businessmen, athletes, rappers, drug dealers, even delivery men cheat. So for people to be so astonished by this is a mystery to me.

I am in no way saying that every man on the planet cheats, or that all famous men cheat, but let’s face it, statistics don’t lie. 57% of all married men have had an extra material affair at some point. Average length of an affair, TWO years and in most cases, the affairs are never discovered.

And then women have the nerve and audacity to ask the question why. Why did this happen? Why did he cheat on me?

Let’s first delve into the point, do you really want to know the answer? Because no matter what answer he gives you, it’s always going to be a dumb selfish one. It won’t bring clarity or heal your wounds. There is no satisfaction in knowing the whys, hows, wheres, and whoms.

The most important question that women, i.e Mrs. Tiger Woods, should be asking is what am I going to do now? What’s my next step?

It’s not about what your man is going to do for you or how he should make it up to you if you decide to stay. What’s important is what you are going to do for yourself. You should be your sole focus. You cannot stay stuck in the past. What’s done is done, move on for your own sanity and your children if applicable. Make peace with yourself and know that no matter what you could’ve possibly done does not warrant your mate stepping out on you.  I know all about cheating. I’m not going to sugar coat it. It sucks. There are no words for the amount of pain you go through. No one can honestly comfort you. The only person that can sincerely comfort you is you.

TDJ

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November... without rain

Luna noiembrie nu a fost extraordinara pentru mine.

Am inceput-o bine, in dormitorul cuiva care se pricepe al naibii de bine la sex oral si… cam atat. Si-a facut un obicei din a ma suna sambata dimineata, pe la 4-5, pentru a ma invita la el. Si eu mi-am facut un obicei din a ma lasa convinsa si a ajunge in patul lui, desi de fiecare data este mai mult decat ametit, desi de fiecare data vorbeste mult si fara rost. Ma plictiseste. In schimb, e bun la ceea ce spuneam. Am avut, pe langa asta, nu doar un orgasm. Dar ori cu el ori cu un dildo era cam acelasi lucru. M-a ajutat insa sa ma cunosc mai bine.

Dupa aceea… pauza. Sau, mai bine zis, nu vreau sa imi amintesc experienta urmatoare. Am numarat zilele pana sambata dimineata. M-a sunat din nou. ‘Vin sa te rapesc!’ Era la fel de treaz. I-am spus ca nu ma poate suna de fiecare data cand merge in club si nu agata nimic. De ce sa nu o faca insa, daca de fiecare data ajung la el? Si am ajuns din nou. A fost la fel de bine. Nu… mai bine. Dar nu si in rest. Imi multumeam dupa amiaza ca am functia de ‘apel fals’ pe telefon si ca am avut scuza sa plec. Nu mi-a mai placut dupa ce m-am trezit.

Am spus ca renunt la el. Gasesc altceva… pe altcineva care sa reprezinte o provocare. Nu mai vreau un barbat care sa sufere 2 zile dupa betia de vineri si cu care sa mi-o trag sambata dimineata, cand el transpira alcool. Nu mai vreau un barbat care nu poate termina deoarece alcoolul l-a facut impotent 100%. Intr-adevar… a ramas potent 200% dar nu e suficient. Ca femeie, ma simt frustrata cand cel cu care mi-o pun nu termina. E bine sa ai mai mult de un orgasm. Sunt norocoasa ca de obicei am. Te plictisesti insa, la un moment dat. Nu, nu de orgasme. Dar obosesti, ai nevoie sa te refaci, sa stai linistita, sa dormi. Ai nevoie de o finalitate a actului sexual. Pentru mine, era momentul cand termina el. Prima, a doua, a treia oara…. Acest el insa nu a terminat niciodata. In nici o dimineata sau dupa amiaza… Si e frustrant, mai ales ca nu inteleg de ce continua sa ma sune.

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The Pianist

Tonight I had dinner with a world famous pianist.  We had very liberating conversation.  We had spoken on the phone for about 45 minutes once about two weeks prior and I succeeded in opening his mind just a little.  He said, I need a girl friend to make me focus more so that I don’t go out as often.”  I asked, “Why would you want that?  Would a woman like that really excite you?”  He instantly responded, “A woman who wants to stay home all the time is not what I want.”   In my opinion, he didn’t know what he wanted and needed some personal soul searching.

In our lengthy discussion we discussed everything from viruses being dispersed through asteroids in the universe to my writing.  He seemed to be fascinated with my writing and what I was writing about.  He wanted me to analyze him and tell him what I thought of him.  I told him he needed to get out more and interact with females on a regular basis.  I explained that his daily activities conducting business with men, either in person or on the phone, is only superficial and to really have an elevating affect on your confidence you have to interact on a more “intimate” level.  Since he is highly heterosexual that would mean interacting more with females.  It made complete sense to him.  He admitted that you don’t know what the core of a person consists of until you get intimate with them.

I also asked him to tell me the wildest thing he had ever done.  He knew exactly what I was talking about but was shy about answering.  He did say he had a hard time being naked around someone.  I knew there was many, deep insecurities within him when he confided that tidbit.  So I thought I’d model some behavior for him by relaying the wildest thing I have ever done which was have a threesome with two men and myself.  He said his brother has slept with two girls at once.  We then started discussing homosexuality.  I assured him I am only interested in men, and he said he has never had a desire to be with a man.  He did share that when he was in his early 20’s a gay friend talked him into trying some things.  He didn’t go into specifics and I didn’t ask, but he just said, he didn’t like it and was now REALLY sure he only liked women.

We talked more about his music and how his friend suggested that he have a woman scantily dressed on top of his piano as he is playing.  Sometimes he plays with two other pianists and has three women, one on each piano, as they play.  I suggest he play the piano and have a couple fuck to the rhythm of his music and after the guy cums, the woman masturbates to the finale of the song.  And then he could get up from the piano stool and fuck one of the girls – or he has someone from the audience come up.  He loved the idea.  He said right away, he wanted to discuss it with his business partner.  He said it would take his show to a whole new level.  I said, yeah, and you would also help evolve people’s minds.  He loved the idea.  We will see where it leads.

We made it back to his place, I used the restroom and turned on the audio and put my purse in the bedroom.  I met him in the kitchen where he was making tea.  I sat down with my tea and he played one song for me on his piano.  As I listened I thought the song was perfect for my idea because it was so romantic and full of passion.  He showed me his marketing posters earlier and they had a sexy, sensual, seductive edge with pianist playing and a woman in the foreground moving in a white, flowing gown that showed all her curves.  He then played another song for me.  It was great to watch his hands glide across the keys.  There was such passion in his performance.  The phone rang while he was playing.  He stopped, turned the phone off, and then went right back to where he left off.  He didn’t need to begin the song again.  It was amazing the control he had.  If he would just let go of all his inhibitions it would affect everything else in his life and his music would rise to a new level.

We passionately kissed in the living room where his three pianos are laid.  He was a great kisser.  I knew he had lots of passion from listening to him.  I wanted to feel him inside me so we moved ourselves to the bedroom.  I got completely undressed and he got unclothed except for his t-shirt – shyness again, I surmised.  We again kissed passionately.  I felt down for his cock and surprisingly he had a really nice, big cock, and it was hard.  That just meant he truly wanted to fuck me but he was experiencing some inhibiting nonsense in his head.  He said he should have known what to expect from me from our dinner conversation.

We covered the STD’s topic, birth control, sleeping with other people, expectations, you name it.  Usually this happens on the third date, not first, he kept saying.  I asked, “Why wait?  Is there something you learn in between that really makes a difference?”  What is realized in that time period other than time being lost?  He argued that it had already been a great date; I said it could even get better.  He knew I was right.  It is funny to watch guys who aren’t used to such a forward-thinking woman.  All they can do is laugh an anxious laugh.

After many minutes of kissing and convincing, he finally got inside me.  His cock felt so good inside my anticipating pussy.  I was on the verge of cumming but I could tell he was holding back and was timid in his approach.  He stopped.  He couldn’t go through with it anymore.  It was interesting.  He wanted me to stay the night or at least just stay longer.  We talked more and I helped ease his mind.

We started to kiss again.  He loved my tongue and how it dances all over his mouth.  He loved my soft lips and how they felt again his.  We definitely fit well together in our kisses.  They got me so excited though that I wanted to feel his cock some more.  I thought just maybe he would attempt once again.  He had already been inside me once, why not finish?  But no, no such luck.

I was loosing interest because I had made great strides in our conversation and many attempts at fucking but without success.  We got dressed and discussed getting together again soon.  I hope he will perform better next time.  Now he knows what to expect.

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In the Mood

I have animal instincts. I’m a human. I can fall for this flesh desire that comes with this body. We tend to not care for the bodies needs, it’s desires. What I desire, what I need is so tempting, so lip biting, so intense. I need your warmth, your body, I need the hair on my arms to stand up. I need your hand going slowly down through my back, making me closer to you. I need you to take the hair out of my face and kiss me, such a passionate kiss, intense, rough but soft at the same time. I want an arousing kiss that’ll make our bodies wrestle and fight for what just seems right. I desire your teeth ripping at my lips softly. I desire soft caresses that turn into aggressive movements of sweet glory. The sound of our breathing synchronized, gasping for air. Let myself go, have fun. I want this to turn into a cat and dog chase of scratches and bites. I want this now. This desire of our bodies meeting, of our hormones interacting, of our differences coming together. I night of fun. I simple want you.

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