A, B, C - (new) beginnings (#AtoZChallenge)

Let's start at the very beginning,

A very good place to start,

When you read you begin with A-B-C,

When you sing you begin with Doe-Ray-Me.

"Sound of Music"

It was over 30 years into a 'lustless' marriage, that my wife finally dropped the bombshell that "she didn't enjoy sex, and never had and didn't want it". But marriage is not just about the sex - there were lots of reasons to stay together, not the least being my increasing role as her carer with her medical condition. Needless to say though, it messed with my psyche with bouts of depression.

It was a lady at work that finally inspired me. She was a real go-getter, divorced, raising a teenage boy, building her own house, looking to start a new relationship. I learned to NOT let circumstances control my life and feelings, but to take responsibility for my own happiness. I realised that it wasn't just my wife's condition, but that I had all sorts issues from my own upbringing as well as societal mores that I had to re-evaluate.

So I finally took the plunge into transactional sex. Fortunately, here in Melbourne, Australia, the sex-work industry is legalized and regulated. It was an enormous learning experience for me. From simply getting used to various procedures and protocols of how brothels operate, to introducing and selecting ladies, negotiating the whole range of service offerings, learning about sexual techniques and positions that I had never experienced before, to finding, understanding and negotiating the whole client-lady 'relationship' issues. It was almost as bad as negotiating the whole dating scene.

But sexually, I was like a kid let loose in a lolly shop. So many ladies, so many experiences, so little time. OMG, is this what married life should have been like?

Health wise, my chronic depression lifted, though home-life was still heavy going. My 'outings' provided periodic boosts to get me through the following couple of weeks. It provided much needed respite. Who cares for the carer? What I've learnt is that the most important thing is to learn to care for yourself. To be a better lover/carer of someone else, love yourself as well.

Well I finally found a parlour, "The Main Course", a short tram ride from work, with a range of more mature ladies that I hit it off with. With a flexible work-place, I was able to get out for long 'lunches' once or twice a month. I ended up with about a dozen ladies whose company I enjoyed and would visit semi-regularly. My 'problem' became deciding who I should see next, to spread myself evenly amongst them. I came up with my "A-B-C" system - April, Bianca, Cristal, etc... My visits were now alphabetical, so I got to visit each of my dozen 'regulars' once or twice a year.

Another major learning experience, was about relationships. During numerous pillow talks, I got to learn a lot about and appreciate all the different experiences and relationships that got these ladies to this point. Most importantly, relationships must be equally two-way. There is no place for 'ownership' or 'possessiveness'. Years earlier, in our marriage vows, we did not 'take' each other, but 'gave' ourselves to each other. I had a short booty-buddy 'relationship' with one lady when she left the brothel. But when the time came that she found a proper boy-friend, I was happy to step aside and happy for her happiness.

"Vive ut vivas" (Live life to the fullest). "Ancora Imparo" (Still Learning).

 

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A Black Eye, a Kiss and a Punch in the Nose

I'm a very gentle man
Even-tempered and good-natured who you never hear complain
Who has the milk of human kindness by the quart in every vein
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips
The sort who never would, never could
Let an insulting remark escape his lips
A very gentle man.

But, let a woman in your life...........

 Prof. Higgins, in "My Fair Lady"

Photo by Marten Bjork on Unsplash

In my entire life, I have only ever had one black eye and been punched in the nose only once. They were both by females, but different women I might add.

Many years ago, my family and the family of the girl in question, all went to the same church. There was 30mins. between the end of Sunday School and the church service. This particular Sunday, I was running eastwards and the said girl was running northwards. Now this girl was  a pretty full-on, hard-headed type. Well we both reached the corner at the same time, and I copped her hard head right in my left eye socket. We were 4 years old at the time.

We ended up going to the same school, and despite my shiner, I took a shine to her. Well one lunch-time, behind the shelter-shed, this girl was sitting on the bench seat with a girl either side of her. Suddenly two boys took my arms and propelled me forward till our faces touched.

Well for 6 year olds, that's as good as a kiss isn't it?

My school-yard crush on this girl continued for another 8 years into secondary school, although very one sided. At about 14 years of age, it became apparent that my crush would never be reciprocated, as she was discovering that she batted for the other team.

Now fast forward about 55 years and I had been enjoying long 'lunches' with a very hot 'lady-of-pleasure', for about a year. This particular day, I was dining-at-the-Y, slurping on a very juicy peach-pie, when she started to orgasm. She clamped my head in a scissor-lock as her orgasm built up. It built and built until, "bang" - I couldn't extract my head in time and copped a punch in the nose with her pubic bone. Fortunately, no blood was drawn. Once she had come down from the heights of her orgasm, released my head and sensitivity subsided, she apologized deeply, and made it up to me in the absolutely nicest possible way.

Sometimes there are people that pass through our lives that are just unforgettable!

To All the Girls I've Loved Before - Thank You

I see from my diary, that its been 10 years since my sexual liberation, so in the words of Hal David, sung variously by Willy Nelson, Julio and Englebert, I want to say 'Thank You' to "All the girls I've loved before".

 

I won't repeat my history that lead to that liberation - it was covered in 'Was the last-time, the LAST Time?'.  Sadly I confess that in that 35 years I had never had or received oral sex, nor had my lady ever orgasmed. 

It was in that time of depression that I 'saw the light', that I had to take responsibility for my own happiness, emotional and physical needs. Not wishing to leave the marriage, I turned to professional help - commercial sex.

I am fortunate to live in a state and country where commercial sex is legal and regulated. So in the past 10 years I have learnt and experienced many aspects of this 'service' industry.

 
There have been 1 or 2 'star-fishes' who obviously didn't want to be there, that provide a receptacle rather than a service. 

 
There have been those that seemed quite inexperienced and nervous. There have been some that really tried to provide a good service, but there has been no 'connection'.  Can there really be a 'connection' between a sex worker and client?

I will digress slightly at this point to thank a Punter Review web forum.  This particular site encourages ladies to join in general conversations and is well moderated.  It was here that I learnt how best to choose a lady from the introductions, that might best suit my needs.  Reviews from other punters also provided recommendations and service descriptions.  So I quickly found myself enjoying the company of a number of special ladies, that I dedicate this post to.

I quickly developed skills in cunnilingus with guidance from some of my ladies. For the first time I experienced ladies that really wanted/needed sex themselves - yes, there are ladies in the sex industry that are not there just for the money, but because of their own high sex-drive needs. For the first time I experienced ladies' orgasms in all their wonderful varieties - O-O-O-OMG. Then to top this off, I found my first squirter. To all these wonderful ladies, "Thank You"!

So despite the danger of overlooking someone, here is my "Honor Roll" in roughly chronological order:-

• First off, thanks to Kelly who popped my punting cherry. Tho in hindsight, not great sex, she was a very gentle, kind lady that guided me for an enjoyable first time commercially. I almost felt like a virgin being introduced to sex for the first time. I needed it.
• Daniella was a dark horse, passed over at our first introduction, but next time I discovered a highly sexed, passionate women whose company I enjoyed over eight years. It was she who taught me the joys of DATY and nick-named me 'Thomas the Tongue Engine'. I have written about our times together three times on this blog - 'Maid in Morocco', 'That Smile' and 'A Bad Habit'.
• Megan introduced me to CIMS, snow-balling and the taste of cum. But more importantly, Megan took me out of the time-constrained commercial environment, to Booty-Buddy visits at home, of 'Breakfast with Benefits', and coping with a Buddy relationship coming to an end.
• Sandy was a hot New Zealand blonde, with whom I discovered the difference between clitoral and vaginal orgasms.
• April was probably the first 'screamer' I encountered, and my head in a scissor lock whilst she convulsed, won't be forgotten. And I sustained the first and only 'punch' in the nose in my whole life (from a convulsing pubic bone). If the end-of-the world was at hand, I couldn't think of a nicer lady to go out with a bang with.
• Cristal HotBabe ('The Wicked Wench of Wupert Street') was a once off PSE that you've got to try once in a life-time. It was wild, almost gymnastic with some positions I've never seen or heard of before or since.
• Kaz is an all round lovely lady - great body, good conversationalist, great kisser and great sex. I discovered that ladies that have mastered kegal muscle control can add an amazing dimension to sex - I quipped that she does 'DFF'. Also 'Munching on Special-K'.
• Grace introduced me to humour and laughter during sex. Wow, cumming and laughing at the same time is an experience. Yes, sex should be fun.
• Amber is one of those sex machines with a voracious appetite, and a very nice lady to boot.
• Ruby is an incredibly passionate lady, a great kisser and very orgasmic. I swear her prominent nipples are wired to her clit. A keen lover of cunnilingus, I was rewarded by her squirting, again and again and again. Awesome.

To these ladies and all my other companions, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!

Kissed the Girls and Made Them Cry

I had the most unusual thing happen recently - two weeks running, I had my ladies crying! 

I had made plans to spend a private afternoon with fav. lady #1, but circumstances conspired against us. So on my next parlour visit to see her, I gave her a present of some perfume, and she burst into tears, hugging, kissing and thanking me. She finally composed herself to tell me that it is the first time in all her years in the industry that she has received a gift like this. Other girls in this parlour have received chocolates, fruit (WTF? Must have been Con the fruiterer from nearby Queen Vic. Market), sex toys or lingerie - "sex toys and lingerie"? Hey guys, how chauvinist - haven't you learnt anything about women?

[Ed. 2021 Oops! I've just given a current favourite an amazing 3 motor sex toy and hand printed knickers (designed and printed by moi), but I know she is a sex toy aficionado, so I guess it is OK if you know the lady will appreciate the gift.]

Then the next week, visiting fav. lady #2, late afternoon, last client of the day, and we had both had rather ordinary days, so booked an hour and said, "Lets finish this day with a bang!" - little did I realize! Now this lady is a DATY enthusiast - our average "cum score" is 4:1. I've "assumed the position" and she has come a couple of times. She has plateaued and has her legs around me, pulling me into her - god she has the most kissable 'outy'. Some digital application to her G spot finally, after long, most delightful dining, brings an enormous, shuddering orgasm. She collapses back, completely "petit mort", sobbing. I come up and wrap her in my arms, and she says "I can't remember when I last had one of those!".

I now know the difference between clitoral and deep, G-spot, vaginal orgasms.

Lucky Tom Dedicates His Song

"To all the girls I've loved beforeWho travelled in and out my doorI'm glad they came alongI dedicate this songTo all the girls I've loved before."

My local bordello has a weekly Lucky Door Prize raffle draw and this week my number came up - first prize a free session with the lady of my choice.  It was only the previous Monday that I had seen my current regular, G, and here it was just 7 days later, I was having an awesome time with G again.  I got thinking about my "luck" and the great times I have with G, then of all the other great times with all my other great ladies, that made me think of the above song - thanks Willie Nelson for expressing so beautifully, my gratitude.

Sadly, it wasn't always so.  It wasn't until my late 50's that I came to my senses. I was getting quite depressed, but it was a lady at work that opened my mind. She was a single mother, coping with a teenage son, she had managed the construction of her own house - a real "go getter".  I learned from her that one has to take responsibility for your own happiness.  Sure, there were reasons for my wife's zero libido - abusive father, injury, illness, medication, etc.  But whether I let life's misfortune make me unhappy, or whether I made my own happiness, was my choice. As the old saying goes, "When life dishes up lemons, make lemonade".

And so it was that I took the plunge with the oldest professional help. There was a lot of misapprehension and soul searching, having all the misinformed view of prostitution promulgated by the do-gooder press. I was so lucky with my first Lady Of Pleasure - I could not have met a nicer lady that put all my misconceptions to rest.

And the rest is history, so to say. I have had good times, great times and some awesome times - "so this is what marriage was supposed to have been like?".  My ladies have taught me a lot.  The greatest driver of great sex is what goes on between the ears. Its about R.E.S.P.E.C.T.  Its about compatible senses of humour. Its about unselfishness, of wanting to please/pleasure each other. With ongoing times together comes communication and trust.

So here is to:- 

• G (Amazing Grace with the luscious labia to dream of), 
• D ("The Body" builder with an occasional bad habit and my first GILF),  
• V ("11"), C (the Maltese terrier), 
• A (too much of a nympho for my own good),   
• T/M (booty buddy),  
• C1 (the Wicked Wench - wild, but once was enough) and 
• K (Special Krazy).  

And to all the others - thank you.

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OMG  The news of the Boston bombing just flashed across my screen!  When will the world ever learn to "make love, not war"!

The End of The World - Almost

T'was the Friday before Christmas and all the stars had aligned.  If the ancient Mayan's were to be believed, then the 21st Dec, 2012, being the final day of their "perpetual" calendar, was the day of "The End of The World".  

Now I had just lost my job and the economic situation was looking grim for anything else in the foreseeable future, the family situation was also getting hectic and Mrs. Thomas was being as obnoxious as ever.  I had an invitation to meet with some ex-colleagues for Christmas drinks, so I had an excuse to escape from home for a few hours.  Not knowing when I would again have the readies (cash or time) for another opportunity (if in fact Saturday did arrive), I thought "If tonight is The End of the World, then I'm going to go out with a BANG!"

I rang ahead to my favourite bordello, but was disappointed to find that "Special K" was already booked (I had a tight timetable and couldn't wait).  I found that Miss A was available and booked her for an hour.  Now whilst Miss A is very, very nice, she is also rather "naughty" so I only see her if I'm particularly desperate, and so if tonight was to be the night to end all nights, then, what the fuck, I've got nothing to loose.

Miss A is a short, middle-aged Chinese lady and despite her strong accented English, we have had a lot of laughs together.  Last time I saw her, she had just had hot chilli noodles for lunch, which put a completely new angle on a "hot blow job".  After some very hot, tasty kissing, I went down on her and gave her a little bit in return.

So back to Friday the 21st.  We quickly get reacquainted and after some preliminary body exploration and lots of passionate kissing, I give Miss A the Thomas-the-Tongue-Engine special.  After a couple of body shuddering orgasms, I come up for a cuddle.  

I have already mentioned that Miss A is quite short, and whilst we cuddle side-by-side, she is the perfect height for my knob to nestle into her cleft.  Being the horny, nymphomaniac that she is, with a little wriggle, she has her lady-bits wrapped around my tip, pleasuring herself.

In no time, she has rolled over on top of me and fully impaled herself on me. Now regular followers of this blog will know that 'normally', old Tom doesn't easily come if at all (an age thing), but with Miss A I have the opposite problem, because I know I would have almost zero chance of a second shot.  So I have to get Miss A to slow down and pause every now and again to allow my sensitivity to die down.  After 5-10 minutes of control, my sensitivity has backed off sufficiently for Miss A to take me through her extensive repertoire of moves.  What sensations - what a sight.

With less than 10 minutes left, I feel the heat rising in my shaft and warn Miss A. In a flash she is off me and wraps her mouth around me.  Now as other reviewers agree, Miss A does a vacuum-cleaner like blowjob, and tonight is no exception. We both collapse back onto the bed, exhausted and have a chat and a laugh or two.

But all good time have to come to and end (even if the calendar didn't) and I head off to Christmas drinks.