Thank God It's You

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.

U - Use It or Lose It (#AtoZChallenge)

This is a very common advertising slogan to buy soon and not put off a purchase. But like all good slogans, there is an element of truth in it in many walks of life, from physical fitness, to mental acuity to sexual fitness.

Image, from e-book by Violet Karma
at GoodReads

I was reminded of it again recently in researching ED recovery programs - I'll get back to this later. This in turn reminded me of a conversation with one of my favourite Ladies of Pleasure. I had been seeing her on and off for almost ten years. During some of our pillow talks, we discussed her outside alternative work and relationships. It seems her husband had left her, which left her hard up financially and relatively unskilled. So she turned to sex work to support her family. For alternative work, she had tried directing traffic at road construction, packing boxes in a distribution centre, a little bit of personal training in her body building hobby/sport. At our last meeting, she told me she had just obtained her heavy duty truck driving license. I asked if this meant she would be giving up her sex work. She told me she couldn't because she loved the sex too much - it was a matter of 'use it or lose it'. Because of the way her marriage broke up, she had no desire to have a man back in her life, but didn't want to lose the enjoyment of sex.

As I studied medical journal articles about recovering from Erectile Dysfunction after prostate cancer radiotherapy, the common theme coming through, was the need for prolonged, ongoing therapy to support the healing and regeneration of prostate tissue, cavernosum blood vessels and nerves. Daily low dose Viagra helped blood flow, vacuum pump and masturbation forced stretching if not full-on erection. But over time there has been improvement, so once this COVID-19 lockdown is over, I will be ready to get back in the saddle for a 2nd 'test drive'.

So not only does 'use it or lose it' apply, but in rehabilitation, 'use it to recover it' is key. I see this frequently in medical rehabilitation, eg. regaining use of limbs, walking, writing or speech after a stroke.

 

Click to see who else is taking the challenge. 

Laughter, the Best Aphrodisiac

It is a neuro-physiological fact that the pleasure centres in the brain, for humour and sex are adjacent, so there is a good reason why we find people with similar sense of humour, attractive.  In the bedroom, humorous banter can heighten sexual enjoyment.

The following stories, all true, have appeared in this blog at various times in the past, but I thought it might be good to bring them all together under the common theme. 

"I'll Have What She's Having"

A couple of years ago, a lady-of-pleasure I was seeing, had earned the nickname from her co-workers, of "Firecracker" because when she orgasmed, she went "off like a fire-cracker" and she could be heard throughout the building.

Well, one day Sam and I were having a good time and she had had one squealing orgasm with my tongue. Once she had settled down a little, as she was sliding onto me, she had the back of her hand wedged in her mouth.  I asked if there was anything wrong.

"I don't want to make too much noise.  There might be someone in the waiting room (next door to our bedroom" was her reply.

"Don't worry about it" I said, "You might give them some encouragement".

She giggled, and came back with "I'll have what she's having!".

Well we both cracked up laughing.  As I laughed, my cock twitched inside her. This was the last straw for her and she started convulsing on me, laughing, squealing and crying all at the same time.  Needless to say, this tipped me over the edge too.  This wasn't just a 'happy ending', it was a 'hilarious ending'.

Dirty Ditties

When FB Amazing Grace found out that I wrote a BLOG, she admitted to having fun making up rhymes.  So we created a game of 'dirty ditties' and 'fractured fairy tales', taking turns to create a new line starting from an old nursery rhyme, etc. So "Goldie Locks", "Little Red Riding Hood" et al provided many fun rhymes.  If a particular 'dirty ditty' had suitable actions, these were acted out as we went. I must say her rollicking laughs as she 'rode a cock horse' sent wonderful ripples right through our connection.  Sadly, we have lost contact - I really miss those fun times. I wish I had had a recorder to capture some of those ditties.  One I remember, went:-

"Georgie Porgie full of fun,

Licked the girls and made them come.

With lady come on his chin,

He said with a grin,

Oh what a good boy am I"

Although I am a DOM now, I am still a kid at heart, and 'play time' is my favourite time.  Which reminds me, we certainly gave "Girls and boys come out to play" a jolly rogering!

So next time someone calls me a 'fuck wit', I will take it as a compliment.

Punishment Play

This isn't humour in the direct laughing sense, but a light-humoured form of role-playing. Miss A uses a game of 'punishing' little infractions. On the way up to the bedroom, she stumbled on the stairs, flashing her knickers, and then said, "Were you peeking up my dress? You will have to be punished for that".   Similarly, there will be 'punishment' for 'touching myself' in the shower, and looking at her boobs as she undresses.  Typical punishment might be to make me stand in the 'naughty corner' whilst she sucks me off.  All just playful fun, no real bondage, although once she did tie my hands to the bed-head with her stockings and draped her fragrant knickers over my face so I couldn't see her 'punish' me by having her way with me.

Role-Play

Another fun-time role-play, although not strictly humour, was with Miss D in a Nun's Habit costume. Rather than reproduce the full story here, visit the post "A Bad Habit".

Unintended Humour

Sometimes, something's said quite innocently, but is quite humorous in the situation.

I was undergoing a period of radiotherapy treatment for prostate cancer. One day, I was lying on the radiotherapy table with my pubes and mid-riff exposed.  The female operator was getting me aligned - I have had target marks tattooed on my mid-riff and thighs and a pair of laser beams show the correct alignment. Her cold hands on my thighs push and roll me a little to get alignment right. At which point she says "Beautiful!". I tell her that "Only special ladies are allowed to say that!". I get a little laugh.

A couple of days later, I have the same operator, and she says the same things. This time, I say "Well, thank you!". She says "Your welcome" and we both laugh.

Pillow Banter

Post coital pillow talk is an obvious time for humorous banter when you are both fully relaxed and bodies flooded with feel-good hormones.

Complementary Employment

Often pillow talk with Ladies of Pleasure, turns to the sort of work we do. I asked one particular lady if she had a second job. She told me that she also worked as a receptionist at a Funeral Parlour. "You have a thing about stiffs, do you?" I answered, which brought loud laughter.

Longevity

In a conversation similar to the above, we were talking about marital status. When I told this lady how long I had been married, she asked, "What's your secret to a long marriage?". My answer, "Don't get caught!"

Guess My Age

On another occasion, we were playing the game of trying to guess each others age. I said to Crystal, "Would you believe 48?", to which she tactfully replied, "I would have put you as early 50's". I replied, "No. I mean 1948". (This was over 10 years ago). Shock flashed across her face, and she started counting on her fingers, working out just how much older than her I was. When she realised what she was doing, we laughed and cuddled.

Irony and Humour

In further chatting with the above Funeral Parlour receptionist, she told me of her new boy-friend of 3 months and her issue with the fact that he has yet to make a move to have sex with her (he doesn't know about her sex work). She asked my advice, "What can I do to get my boyfriend to have sex with me?". We had quite a serious conversation about courting, but I couldn't help but have an inward smile about the irony of a sex worker asking her client, how to get her boyfriend to have sex with her.

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!!!!!

That Smile

What a beautiful thing it is.  I'm just sad it took me 40 years to finally see it.

I had been seeing D, my Moroccan Maid, for a couple of months.  I was her last client for the day.  She told me she had had a shitty day and she needed some "me" time.

Her cunni linctus tasted as sweet as honey and my honey D was really 'buzzing'.  Finally, in desperation (?) she jumped on me and rode 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 twisted and ground on me, working her clit hard against my pubes, until she came, with that deep down vaginal orgasm, that started 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 couldn't help but come with her.

Then she collapsed across my chest.  Her gorgeous breasts were crushed between us, her chest heaving in exhaustion, her whole body glowing with the sheen of perspiration.

And she looked 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 lay together, she on top of me for a couple of minutes as we caught our breaths, then she rolled off into the crook of me arm, and said, "I'm fucked.  I needed that.  I could just go to sleep in your arms".

Thanks D.  You certainly know how to make a man feel like he is the greatest lover in the world.

That smile?  Eat your heart out Mona Lisa!

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"!

Cunning Conversations - Use It or Lose It

Continuing my occasional series on "Cunning Conversations"....

I first saw D almost 5 years ago (see Maid In Morocco) and I was a regular for a couple of years until she moved out west, so I see her only occasionally now (yes, this is the 'D' of the afore-mentioned "Bad Habits").

On my last catch-up, she was telling me about her latest alternative work venture - getting her Heavy Truck Driver's License!  In some ways it's hard to imagine this beautiful, trim, taut MILF driving a 10 tonne truck, but having known her a little, I'm not surprised.

Right through a number of second-jobs, has been her constant work as a "Lady Of Pleasure".  I asked her if the truck driving meant I wouldn't be seeing her any more. Her reply was, "It's a case of Use It or Lose It, and I don't intent to lose IT!".

I guess for a single mum of teenage kids, not wanting another man/relationship in her life, this line of work both supports her financially, and she also gets to keep her own sexual desires satisfied (at least with her 'best' clients - there are always the occasional dud roots).  Thank goodness for the legalized status of the profession in Australia that allows ladies to choose this career safely and without coercion (and thank goodness for we gents who delight in their company).

A Bad Habit

(Prelude:- A fellow punter had reported visiting D and taking as a gift, a novelty Nun's habit.  On a subsequent visit, talking with D, I mentioned the outfit - she said she had taken it home intending to wear it to a B&S Ball, but ended up not going.  The following relates to a further subsequent visit...)

Fr Thomas had taken time off from tending his flock to pay a visit on Sr. Delilah. She was delighted to see him and welcomed him with a sisterly kiss.  

When she came into the inner sanctum, she was wearing her new habit.  Fr. Thomas turned her around to admire her attire.  But to his shock and horror, he discovered she was wearing a pair of those disgusting, red 'g-string' thingies. Not only that, but they were wet and slippery to the touch.

He reprimanded her severely, laying her over his knees to apply a spanking to the exposed cheeks (that the g-string failed to cover).  He ordered her on to her knees and directed her to kiss his knob in penitence.  

After her slobbering penitence, he ordered her to her feet where he defrocked her, then lay her across the bed so that the dreadful object of offence could be ripped off of her.  He then gave a kiss of forgiveness and applied the salve of reconciliation, laving the offended parts of her body, till she shuddered in penitence.

He then turned her over on to her knees again so that they could be joined in holy union.  With much pleading to The Almighty, they ascended the heights of ecstatic utterance, till at last they exploded in unison with a three fold "Oh God!". (Note that a 3-fold "Oh God" carries higher merit that a 7-fold "Hail Mary").

As Fr. Thomas performed his holy water ablutions, he could not help but admire the perfectly angelic creation of Sr. Delilah, and wondered if she had any other "bad habits" that might need his attention.

(As usual, apart from some literary license, no facts were harmed in the production of this review!)

Maid in Morocco

I had to bring the car to work last week, so I took the opportunity to venture out to the western ‘burbs to surprise an old friend (D) that I first got to know in an outer-eastern suburban parlour back in ‘07.

On the 1st intro. to D, there just didn’t seem to be a spark to attract me, but on a subsequent visit, having won 3rd prize in the weekly door raffle, I selected D for my “French Maid” fantasy prize.  In the bedroom, I quickly discovered the spark that I hadn’t seen previously and D certainly dusted off some of my cobwebs with her feather duster.  We found we similar senses of humour and D had a really wicked fun streak.

Image 'dreamstime.com'

Over the next couple of years we became regulars, shared a little about our lives and became very relaxed and comfortable in each other’s pleasure.  It was D that really developed my taste for “Linctus” and coined my nick-name of “Thomas the Tongue Engine”.  And it was with D that I first (despite 35 years of marriage) enjoyed having a lady riding me with ecstacic abandon for her own satisfaction.

It was a real pleasure to walk in and to see her face light up on seeing me then run down the corridor, throw her arms around me and kiss.  On more than one occasion she expressed pleasure in our times together after a “shitty” day, often running well over our allotted time.

D is one of those people that is totally comfortable in her body, with the light olive skin of her French-Moroccan heritage and beautifully toned curves belying her two young teenage children.  It was a delight just to stand and admire her beauty as she went around remaking the bed at the end of our times, butt naked.

Then one day in the middle of 2009, she was gone and of course the parlour staff couldn’t give out contact details.  We hadn’t exchanged numbers so we lost contact. Then a year later by way of the internet forums, I discovered her working in the western suburbs.  It was well out of my way and I would have to make special arrangements to drive to work since it was a 30 minute drive from work for a “Long lunch”.  We caught up once last year and exchanged phone numbers this time.

Then I got a message to say she had moved to another parlour out west.  And thus we come to our most recent reunion.  And a wonderful time it was too, taking up exactly where we had left off, just as if it was last week.

Thanks again D - I will carry happy memories of our times for the rest of my life. All the best in your classes, the upcoming competitions and potential new career. Happy birthday for last month, and I look forward to future “reunions”.