Having Sex With Stangers - NOT!!!

I have heard and read people put down seeing prostitutes as “having sex with strangers”.  For those of us who have chosen this (sexual) life style, that ain’t necessarily so (though I guess there are some that never see the same lady twice).

One of the advantages of punter forums is having some idea of what a lady will be like before you meet her in the flesh.  Then there is the “introduction”, and again from what I have learned from forums plus personal experience, I believe I have grown a lot in judging how I will get on with a lady just from the introduction - its important to ask the right questions and to not be led purely by looks and the little head between your legs.  Mind you, the “introduction” varies greatly between parlours, from the ‘parade’ perhaps with numbers (the worst), to non-English speaking Asian ladies poking their head through the door with a simple “Hello, I’m xxxx”, to the private intro. room where questions can be asked (and very occasionally an encouraging grope).

Of the 15 ladies I have seen this year, I have seen 6 more than once.  I feel I am changing.  I went through a phase of resentment (about my wife and home situation) and set out to visit multiple ladies and parlours.  But I find myself settling down now and enjoying a small number of regulars.

What makes a regular enjoyable is “clicking” personalities, good conversation, a sense of humour, plus good sex.  It means we can relax, let go and mutually enjoy our time together.

I now have around six regulars at my favourite parlour, so on some days I have to toss to decide who I should see, or check my diary to see who I haven’t visited for the longest time.  Mind you, if I only see my ladies once in three months, are they still ‘regulars’?

Of course, all Working Ladies have their own individual traits and “protocol” about how their bookings progress.  Some have their ‘standard’ conversation pieces. One or two (eg. the “Wicked Wench”) play the ‘slut’/’porn-star’ role.  I remember M, one of my early regulars, aimed to make her clients feel that they were “making love” with her.  

A current regular, ‘A’, has a fun-filled ‘game-plan’ of pretend infractions that require ‘punishment’ - this starts with ‘stumbling’ on the stairs so you ‘bump’ into her arse or get a flash of her black silky knickers.  Watching her undress from the shower earns a further ‘punishment’.  My ‘punishments’ have included having my hands tied to the bed-posts with her stockings and her knickers draped over my face as a blind-fold, whilst she has her way with me.  Its not BDSM at all, just play.

Great Sex that is fun and play-full is just the best!!!

A Short Sabbatical

Unfortunately, my small (and growing) group of readers, I am forced to take a short sabbatical.  Due to some unforeseen expenses plus I am taking 6 weeks unpaid leave to nurse my wife after major leg surgery, I will be unable to see any of my lovely ladies of pleasure for at least 6 weeks.

"6 weeks"? God, how did I ever manage with only sympathy sex once every year or two?  You know "sympathy sex"? - "Oh, allright if it will shut you up.  Hop on. Hurry up and get it over with.".

However, I should be able to grab some time occasionally to monitor this blog, so I would love to receive your comments and feedback.  I'm sorry that commenting wasn't correctly enabled in the early stages, but its all fixed now.  This blog is not about erotic "stories" - every thing is true about real people and documents my turbulent course through love and sex and the joy of intercourse (in its fullest sense) with other ladies.

Regards,

Tom.

Breakfast With Benefits

I have previously written about how I came to be seeing T privately in "Client or Buddy?".  On this occasion, I had arranged a morning/breakfast visit. I left home at 7:10am as if going to work, then diverted down the Peninsula Freeway, arriving around 8:30am, having stopped along the way for orange juice  and croissants, and to message my boss to say I had a 'family situation' and wouldn't be in until lunch time.

I am welcomed by T in her black nightie with a very big hug and kisses.  In the kitchen,  we arrange my flowers in a vase, then I send T back to bed whilst I pour orange juice and warm up our croissants.  T is sitting up in bed with a big smile, still in her nightie, when I come in with breakfast.  Now there is something very special about slipping into the bed where your lady has just spent the night and to slide under the covers (compared to the barren bed of parlours).

We manage to drink half our juice and eat most of our croissants between kisses and  cuddles.  We have a brief discussion about going "au naturalle" last time - T is very  apologetic, to which I tell her not to apologise, since it was obvious we both wanted it, nay ‘needed’ it and enjoyed it.  But we agree that it might be best if we do try to contain ourselves to 'safe sex'.

T is quite playful this morning as we slide down for some serious kissing and cuddling.  I help her pull her nightie up over her head.  We are all body and hands and kissing now.  My hand is rubbing her knicker covered crotch and I ask "Where are the  crotchless knickers you told me about?".  She responds with giggle. As I help slide her knickers off, she says, "Wait a minute, I've got a present from the girls (when she left the parlour)".  She jumps out of bed with a giggle, gets something out of her dresser  drawer and runs starkers into the lounge room. "No peeking" she calls.  I hear more  giggling and comments like "What goes into this hole?" and "How do I get this on?".

Eventually she sidles back into the bedroom wearing a black, crotchless, fish-net body  stocking, swaying her hips and giving me a little show. Her magnificent 38DDs strain  under the plunging neck-line and her hot red nipples poke through the netting like  traffic lights.

Then its back into bed and into a clinch.  There is much rolling around, cuddles, and hands all over each other and kissing up and down. Finally, under Thomas-the-Tongue's ministrations, with a huge arch of her back and an "AAAGHHH",  T comes to a shuddering climax.

I come up her body and pull the stocking off her breasts for some more licking, sucking  and kissing.  I find the stocking a bit rough on our skin, so I help her slide it off and  we enjoy the warm smoothness of our nakedness as she kicks it off her feet.

Remembering our earlier discussion, I roll on a rubber, I lie over her to embrace, kissing and cuddling and we again slide together, with no awkward fumbling.  We just "click" intellectually, emotionally and physically. T is still quite  horny and I am hard, and our coupling becomes passionately vigourous. We roll around for what seems like for ever - time stands still - but I suppose it must have been 30 minutes or more.  We are hot, sweaty and breathless, but I know my sensitivity is declining.  

We roll onto our sides and reluctantly de-couple.  T strips me bare and works her oral magic. But still, she can't bring me off, but she has the taste for more!  So she tries some handy-work, but that makes it worse for me.  I gently ask her to stop, show her that for me, a hand-job must be dry.  I show her my DIYHJ - she sits astride, watching and admiring.  She tells me how horny it makes her watching the straining muscles of a guy's arm and the thickening, reddening member.  She leans forward and licks the pre-cum.  T is watching intently.  She sees me tighten, now red hot and hard I feel like I am ready to burst.  "Its all yours!" I  say.  T pounces, sucking hard as I explode, savouring ever drop, swallowing twice.  I continue spasming for what seems like ages.  This is awesome.  T certainly knows how to please her man.   Wow!.

We lie back and cuddle and chat for a bit, then drift off in petit mort for perhaps 5-10 minutes. Then its reluctantly off to the shower and dress.  We settle in the lounge for a cup of chai tea and chat about T's upcoming trip. I leave my 'gift' on the table and head off to work about 11:30 - wow, what a fabulous 3 hours! What a way to start to day.  What better way to break fast!

 

Cunning Conversations - "The Show Must Go On"!

Last year, Melbourne had a once-in-a-century storm and my favourite bordello, "The Main Course", even got a small mention in the daily paper about its flooding.

A week later during our post-coital chat, my favourite lady was telling me about that day and having a bit of a winge about the madam/boss (don't we all)!

At the height of the storm, a couple of inches of rain along with hail was dumped in some 15-20 minutes.  Drains and roof gutters quickly blocked and water poured into the ceilings of the top floor rooms, running through light fittings, saturating matresses and blowing the power fuses.  Water ran down the stairs and the ground floor corridor had an inch of water flowing through it.  Emergency workers were on site within the hour with hoses down the corridor pumping out the water.

"Madam" summoned the ladies to the lounge and told them that they were to continue working with torches or candles in the unaffected rooms.

Now in Victoria, the usual working arrangement is that the ladies are 'self-employed' with a room usage fee charged to clients by the house.  So the ladies told the madam what she could do with her candles, besides, there were no clients beating a path to the door, wading through the torrent that used to be the road outside.

Apparently, this madam has some "history". 20-30 years ago before the industry was legalised, the parlour she was operating at the time had a fire.  A candle in an upstairs room torched the curtains when a window was opened and a gust of wind blew in.  All the upstairs bedrooms were unusable for a month or more, so madam spread mattresses on the floor of the ladies "lounge" and hung sheets as dividers and business continued as usual(?).  So much for privacy!

Well, business is business!