This post is a rework of "That Smile" from 2013, to Tell You About ... Desire!
When it comes to 'desire', I have a genetic predisposition - I am a male of a certain age (17-70). The degree of desire does vary with relationship status and age. By my late 50's, being in a sexless marriage and relying on sex workers for my sexual pleasure, I found that I could last 3 weeks before the urges started to build up, but by the 4th week, I had 'blue balls' and the urge became an ache.
Now the average sex worker is in it for the money, not her own sexual desire. But occasionally one meets a gem who enjoys the sex as much as or sometimes more than the money. I immediately put her on my 'regulars' speed dial. Daniella is one such regular.
On the day in question, my ache is bad. My favourite brothel is near my home rail station, so I arrive just after 6pm. I had been seeing Daniella, my Moroccan Maid, regularly for a while. I was her last client for the day. When she saw me come in, she ran down the corridor, threw her arms around me, plants a passionate kiss, and says, "Thank God it's you. I've had a shitty day and I need some 'me' time".
With the preliminaries finished quickly, we welcome each other passionately. I quickly go down on her so the Tongue Engine can start to deliver some 'me' time. Her cunni linctus tastes as sweet as honey and my honey Daniella is really 'buzzing'. Finally, in desperation (?) she jumps me and rides me like a woman possessed, possessed with a need, the desire to be fucked, hard, to be filled, to come and come hard on me. She twists and grinds on me, working her clit hard against my pubes, until she comes, with that deep down vaginal orgasm, that starts by clenching 'little Tom' tightly, then with spasms that spread to her thighs and legs, squeezing around me, then up her body, tensing, throwing her head back. With such glorious, intense sensations coursing through my body too, I can't help but come with her.
Then she collapses across my chest. Her gorgeous breasts crushed between us, her chest heaving in exhaustion, her whole body glowing with the sheen of perspiration. And she looks into my eyes with the most contented, serene smile I have ever seen. It was almost like the Cheshire Cat that got the cream (well it was my cream actually).
We lie together, she on top of me, for a couple of minutes as we catch our breaths, then she rolls off into the crook of me arm, and says, "I'm fucked. I needed that. I could just go to sleep in your arms".
Thanks Daniella. You certainly know how to make a man feel like he is desired as the greatest lover in the world.
That smile? Eat your heart out Mona Lisa!
(Click to see who else is desirable/desiring!)
Post Script
Seven year later, I am no longer of that 'certain age'. Post prostate radiotherapy, the urges of desire are now but a warm memory.
Further, with Covid-19 pandemic lock-down, all our bordellos have been closed since March 2020 and probably won't open again till about June 2021. The city of Melbourne might have managed to crush its 2nd wave of Covid, but we are still having to live in a Covid safe society. So sex with masks at approved social distance, just doesn't have any appeal.
I love how she welcomed you, and also the way she just wanted to go to sleep afterwards. It's obvious you were as favorite to her as she was to you. Thanks for sharing :)
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Thanks Marie.
DeleteYes, Daniella and I were buddies for about 8 years until she retired and moved away.
It was Daniella that gave me the nickname 'Thomas The Tongue Engine', but then again I did have a great teacher.
This was certainly a great example of desire in all of its forms. I enjoyed reading about what happened and also the illustration of your relationship with her. Missy x
ReplyDeleteI love how you have described this Sir T - really brought it alive
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