‘Tis Better to Give Than to Receive?

I guess we all had this mantra drummed into us at Christmas time in our childhood. But long ago, I learned the importance of being able to “receive” gracefully in a manner so that the “giver” feels appreciated.

And its not just in the giving and receiving of physical things that this applies.  A couple of years ago, I found myself spending so much time browsing the internet and reading blogs - then it suddenly hit me - the majority of people are “consumers” but there are very few “producers”.  It was at this point that I was challenged (in myself) to start blogging and to start sharing with the blogosphere some of my own experiences.  From the dearth of comments on thus blog, I gather that the ratio of readers to writers/commenters has changed little - so come on - how about a little feedback!.

And it is rather stating the obvious that reciprocity is the spice of sexual encounters, even in the payment-for-service environment.  So I am amazed when some of my regular ladies tell me of clients that barely speak, treating them as an inanimate sexual “receptical” and leave as soon as they have cum despite remaining time “on the clock”.

For me, one of the great joys of getting into punting, has been learning the delights of cunnilingus and the taste of “cunnilinctus”.  I seem to have achieved some modicum of skill from the compliments I have received and the number of orgasms I have elicited.  And there is no doubt that a lady that has been fully excited is more than ready to return the compliment, so much so that with some of my regulars we have got rather “carried away” (VBG)!

And its not just in the purely sexual aspects that reciprocity contributes to an enjoyable experience.  Particularly with regulars, sharing a conversation, personal events, gifts, a sense of humour and the warmth and tenderness of a shared cuddle add immensely.

In closing then for 2011, can I wish all my readers a very Happy New Year!!!

Embarrassing Moments - Forgetting to Pay

It was a recent post by Capital Punter on the protocol of paying, that brought this incident to mind.  It wasn't just forgetting to pay that was embarrassing, but the situation that led up to it.

I had started to see T privately after she decided to leave the "industry".  I was her only "client" but we had never actually discussed payment or amounts.  On previous visits I had simply left a generous "gift" in an envelope on the table.

On this particular occasion, we had planned to go out to lunch on the Wednesday, but a massive storm blew up Tuesday night and the roof of T's house sprung a leak and she had water dripping through the ceiling.  The owner and/or agent were to come to inspect the damage on the Wednesday afternoon, so our little tête-à-tête was postponed to Thursday.  

So on Thursday, we had had a wonderful couple of hours and were reclining in the lounge, sipping hot chai lattes, she in nothing but a bath-robe, and me mostly dressed but in stockinged feet and jacketless.  

Suddenly the dogs started barking outside - T looked out the window and saw a couple of tradesmen coming to the door.  It appears that they had been sent to prepare a quotation for repairs.  T was thus tied up showing the workmen the problem, so I quietly said my goodbye and excused myself.

It was the next day that I got a text message from T saying that she couldn't find my "envelope" and that she thought we had a "business relationship".  Oops!  Red face!!!  I quickly arranged a wire transfer.

 

Breaking the Fast

OK, so my little 7 week sabbatical hasn’t really been a "fast", since I have managed to slip out once or twice for a little pick-me-up, though somewhat average.  But this week I’m back at work and was able to slip out for a regular lunch-hour catch-up with one of my best regulars.

I first met V three years ago in a double to celebrate my birthday (a big ‘0’), but its only been since early this year that I have been seeing her regularly.  And our times together have just got better and better.  Today hit the "awesome" level.

I arrived just before 12:30 on Monday, just before the lunch time "rush" and I got V straight away - a quick glance at the clock told me I could squeeze in a 45 minute booking (before I had to be back at work).  

I think I must have been her first client of the day and in fact her first since her last shift last Thursday.  To say that she was 'horny' would be no understatement and she matched my needs exactly.  Once she was stripped off, she dropped to her knees in front of the low settee on which I was sitting for a regular oral welcome.  I lifted her face and our tongue entwined in some delicious DFK then I kissed down her neck to her nipples.  Now V is not well endowed in the bust department but does have very prominent, VERY sensitive nipples - in fact I could swear that they are hot wired to her clitoris. In no time flat she is crushing her pelvis against me (remember I am sitting on the edge of the settee and she is kneeling) and has wormed herself onto my manhood, rubbing her clit along my shaft.

After a couple of delightful minutes, I help her up off her knees and back onto the bed where I have full access to give her my special tonguing.  She starts coming almost straight away.  I don’t think I have ever had such an orgasmic lady.  As I kiss my way up her body to those nipples she arches her back yet again and we slide together.  What follows was the most awesome 25 minutes of continuous DFK and grinding, thrusting orgasms.  Thank goodness I was V hard and not liable to come.  

Almost breathless and covered in perspiration, we finally roll apart.  V then goes down on me and swings a leg over to receive some soixant-neuf.  Her oral and handy-work is great but I’m just not reaching the line.  I finally suggest that I take charge - I dry off and with some vigorous DIY, V sucks my knob at the critical moment for an explosive CIM finale.

Soixant Neuf miniature: Sex Museum, 
Shanghai, China (Flickr)

We have five minutes left on the clock and chat about birthdays, the health benefits of a good sex life and how fantastic sex is with someone you can relate to, trust and can completely relax with.

And so its shower, gargle with her mouth-wash, dress, share a glass of iced water, and head out back to work.

It’s so good to be "back in the saddle"!

Cunning Conversations - “Viagra is not for ‘Boys’”

Having enjoyed the fruits of my Viagra, one of my regular ladies started telling about a bad experience with Viagra.

One afternoon, two teenagers came into her parlour to celebrate the 18th birthday of one of them.  He had raided his father’s Viagra supply and thinking if one is good for his father, then all four in the packet would be a great birthday present for himself.  He was barely out of the shower and he was rock hard.  By the time he was on the bed, he was writhing in agony.  Needless to say, sex was out of the question.  The lady called the parlour madam and an ambulance was called. 

 
He was carried off on a stretcher to hospital, very red faced and in dreadful pain.  I am told that the ER procedure in such cases is a needle into the penis to relieve the blood pressure (and pain). 

 
The lesson to be learned is that potent medication should only be taken on doctor’s instructions and then only the recommended dose.  Viagra should not be taken purely as a recreational drug.

Come Down to Appreciate the heights

I’m still on my “sabbatical”, but grabbed a short opportunity when I had to drive and hour away to pick up mother-in-law for a visit.  Just the very thought of a couple of days of 90+ yo MiL visiting, forgetful and hard of hearing, plus continuing to nurse my sickie, meant I needed a pick-me-up.

I dropped into my local early and only N was available. (Luscious Lips G from my last visit hadn’t arrived yet).  N is around 30, OK looker, pleasant personality and OK with my service questions.

But although our session was not ‘bad’ (star-fish), it was just very average.  We didn’t have much of a connection, I just felt she was ‘holding back’.  On reflection, this is entirely her prerogative, and what I experienced was very much the average/norm parlour visit.

It really made me appreciate the fabulous ladies I have been seeing regularly with whom I have great connections, great fun, great affection and great sex.

Sometimes it is a good idea to step back, take a break and experience the “average” to really appreciate the greatness of what you have.