MMMMMemories

Come masturbation Mondays, erotic porn is all very well for some inspiration, but you can't beat IRL MMMMMemories to Celebrate.

This post is a rework and extension of some previous posts.

Meeting Ruby

I first Ruby in 2014 and was amazed that I had found such a passionate, horny, squirty nymphomaniac. My third visit was just prior to Christmas, and I posted "Christmas Drinks at the Y".

A Present

Our friendship grew with monthly make-outs through the following year. She had always admired my silky black thong and after a visit home to China, she returned with a present for me, a lovely multi-coloured pair of knickers/g-string.

There's Many a Slip Twixt the Cock and the Slit

We had been having rollicking great times for about 3 years, when I arrived for this particular booking, but Ruby wasn't quite ready. I was shown to a bedroom and showered and lay naked on the bed waiting. Now it seems the receptionist doesn't tell the ladies the name of who a booking is with. When Ruby opened the door, resplendent in black G string and negligee and she saw it was me, she rushed to the bed and immediately jumped my bones.

Without a word, she had my head in her hands and tongue down my throat. Little Tom was enjoying a lovely 'panty slide'. I slipped my hands inside her negligee top to squeeze her breasts and my thumbs massaged her very prominent brown nipples. I swear, Ruby's nipples must be wired directly to her clit, because there is an immediate reaction inside the sheer material sliding over my cock. Her body jumps into high gear. Our kissing becomes intensely passionate and our pubes are grinding ever harder. Her panties are slick in less than a minute and I am sliding in the groove of a wonderful 'camel-toe'.

God, its amazing how a piece of clothing can be so erotically alluring, how a piece of silk can promise so much, but not just yet. Delayed gratification intensifies the desire.

Our grinding is now round and round, up and down, side to side. I can  feel the hem edging. Little Tom is edging. There's many a slip twixt the cock and the slit!

We roll apart whilst I remove her negligee and soaking panties. We roll together for a cuddle. I look into her eyes and say "Well, hello to you too!"

An Australian Welcome

I roll her onto her back and proceed down to give 'the ladies' a welcoming Australian Kiss.  In almost no time flat her body tenses in orgasm and I get my first mouthful of her wonderful warm squirt. We proceed with increasing intensity with 3 or 4 more mouthfulls.

The Flood of Linctus

Ruby grabs my head and pulls me up her body for some deep French kissing. My cock is lying across her very wet, slick slit. Suddenly, without releasing her kiss, she grabs my shoulder and rolls me onto my back and straddles me. Still in a passionate embrace, she proceeds with her amazing pussy slide, working her clit along me. She has just slid up me with her labia just gripping the tip of my glans, when she stiffens, sits bolt upright, lifting off me and releases a flood of warm linctus over my stiff cock and down my loins.

As her orgasm subsides, she lies down on me again, sliding her clit over me and devouring my tongue in passionate DFK. The above repeats 3 or 4 times more, each time in increasing passion.

The last time, her labia are still gripping my glans as her linctus floods over me. Then she suddenly slides right down onto me.

OMG! 

Has this really happened? We had never talked about going Bare-Back, though with a hotty like Ruby, I couldn't help having fantasized about it. Now we had talked about my vasectomy in the past and the fact that I 'shot blanks' and only made 'non-cream pies'. Now Ruby was very popular, but none of the Punter Reviews had even hinted that BB might be available. I guess, over 3 years, our knowledge and trust of each other had grown, so that in the passion of the moment, we just naturally went with the flow.

Her Kegal muscles grip me tightly as she grasps my face and kisses passionately. My hands are on her breasts and my thumbs gently massage her very hard, erect nipples. This tips her over the edge and a deep-down vaginal orgasm builds up. It is quite different from a clitoral orgasm. It starts with deep-down rumbling that rolls up to the G-spot and vaginal opening and then the convulsions develop in an inward, sucking type movement. Thrusting is almost impossible. Resistance is impossible and my own orgasm explodes, as her orgasm sucks every last drop out of me. Her convulsions ease off, but her muscles still hold me in tightly, as we embrace, hot and perspiring. As her muscles finally relax, I roll off and we cuddle side by side - definitely a 10 on my fuchter scale.

After Shocks

Within a minute, she has a small 'after-shock' orgasm and she giggles. She must have had 6-7 'after-shocks' before finally coming down to rest. We cuddle and rest, breathless, with broad smiles.

After cooling down and some pillow small-talk, we reluctantly head to the shower to wash each other down.

Retirement and Memories

Sadly Ruby has retired from the bedroom, but MMMMemories last for ever!

There's Many A Slip Twixt.....

I was reading an old post recently, "That Smile" and was reminded of D's welcoming words, "Thank God its you. I've had a shitty day and need some Me time". Now in the commercial sex world, one doesn't expect a "relationship" and a "Girl Friend Experience" is just a marketing ploy. But just occasionally, one comes across a gem who loves the sex even more than (well at least as much as) the money. Then as we see each other more regularly, a sort of a sex-buddy 'relationship' develops. D's words above, reminded me of a more recent warm, nay hot, welcome.

I've been seeing Miss R for over a year now. This day, I had rung and made a booking, but it seems the receptionist doesn't tell the ladies the name of who a booking is with. When I arrived, Miss R was delayed, so I was shown to the bedroom to wait. I showered and was lying on the bed at attention, waiting.

R opened the door, resplendent in black G string and negligee. The moment she saw it was me, she rushed to the bed and immediately jumped my bones. 

Without a word, she had my head in her hands and tongue down my throat. Little Tom was enjoying a lovely 'panty slide'. I slipped my hands inside her negligee top to squeeze her breasts and my thumbs massaged her very prominent brown nipples. I swear, R's nipples must be wired directly to her clit, because there is an immediate reaction inside the sheer material sliding over my cock. Her body jumps into high gear. Our kissing becomes intensely passionate and our pubes are grinding ever harder. Her panties are slick in less than a minute and I am sliding in the groove of a wonderful 'camel-toe'.

God, its amazing how a piece of clothing can be so erotically alluring, how a piece of silk can promise so much, but not just yet. Delayed gratification intensifies the desire.

Our grinding is now round and round, up and down, side to side. I can  feel the hem edging. Little Tom is edging. There's many a slip twixt the cock and the slit! (cf.  George Pettie in Petite Palace, "Many things happens betweene the cup and the lip, many thinges chaunce betweene the bourde and the bed". ref. wikipedia)

We roll apart whilst I remove her negligee and soaking panties. We roll together for a cuddle. I look into her eyes and say "Well, hello to you too!"

The 39 Days

Celebrating the Road Often Traveled
But Seldom Spoken Of
(a 2017 post refreshed in 2021)

The road? Prostate Cancer treatment! The celebration? Eight roots in eight weeks and cancer clear!!! An Erotic Journal? With all the ups and downs of this bumpy road, perhaps it is an E-rocky Journal!

Doctor's Orders

I don't think anything can be more unsettling to a man's lusty sex-life, than the diagnosis of prostate cancer.

I guess it was on the cards - 60% of 70 year olds will have it. And I've always been health conscious and have had annual medical checkups for the last 20 years. So a slowly rising PSA level gave advance warning of possible issues. Early this year, my PSA passed a 2nd critical level, so it was off to the urologist for an MRI, a 10 needle biopsy and CT scan.  Fortunately, we caught it early, it is entirely contained and only about 1cm in diameter.  At my age and current good health, it was recommended that it should be treated (if left untreated, life expectancy could be 10-15 years - I'm aiming for another 25 years at least). I was offered either robotic surgery or radiotherapy. I opted for the later.

Radiotherapy lasts about 8 weeks for 5 days/week. The preliminary CT scan, size and location analysis, determined that I needed 78 RADs, at 2 RAD per treatment, meaning 39 days of treatment were needed.

Week 1, Day 1

After the 1st treatment, I go in to talk with the radiation oncologist doctor. I ask him the most important question of all, 

"Is Viagra and sex OK during radiotherapy?". 

"No problems" he replies. "You can continue your normal sex life".

Well, that's a relief. That was my main concern about radical prostatectomy surgery. Although modern robotic techniques are very good, there was still the possibility of nerve damage, with incontinence and/or impotence side-effects - NO THANKS.

Continue a 'normal' sex life? What is normal? My sex life has definitely not been regular nor 'normal'. 

8 Roots in 8 Weeks

A plan is formulating in my mind. I will set out to have a 'normal' sex life for the duration of my treatment. Doctor's 'orders' after all.

This is my planned 'treatment' of 'prostate exercises'. This will keep the plumbing clear, keep the good prostate tissue working in tip-top shape and boost my endorphine levels for a positive outlook.

Now the radiotherapy centre is a half hour drive from home, allowing for 30-90mins in the centre, it is easy to slip in an extra hour to visit one of my regular ladies-of pleasure.

To summarize, on explaining my condition and planned 'treatment', all my ladies were even more accommodating than ever, and eager to assist with my 'treatment'.  Thankyou ladies.

• Day 5 - Ruby.
• Day 9 - Crystal
• Day 13 - Amber
• Day 18 - Jess (Ruby was on holidays)
• Day 23 - Amber
• Day 28 - Ruby
• Day 26 - Amber
• Day 39 - Ruby - Celebration🙌😈💦💋👅👼👿

Its just a pity that my health insurance doesn't cover these extra 'treatments'.

The Wait

So now I have a 3 month wait before a PSA test and visit to the urologist, to confirm that the cancer has all gone.

And I guess my sex-life will return to its less-than-normal, irregular pre-treatment state. At least my ladies-of-pleasure remain in my life.

PS - Radiotherapy Side Effects

Fortunately, the side-effects of radiotherapy are usually minimal. Mind you, the bowel irritation gives me the shits, and bladder irritation really pisses me off. But that's it, no pain, no fatigue.

PPS - Radiotherapy Humour

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.

PPPS - Six Months - Declining Side Effects

Doctor's report is that I am cancer clear and my PSA levels are back to a very low normal. One of the minor side-effects was reduction in the volume of ejaculate, and as a consequence reduced ability or time to cum. But here at the 6 month mark, I can see an improvement in volume due to prostate function returning to normal (for my age).

PPPPS - Three Years - Up For It, Just

Well my 6 month review was a bit optimistic. In fact at 2 years I wrote "Paradise Lost - Vale Sir Lust".

But I wasn't going to give up. After much research, I resorted to a 3 month course of daily low doses of Viagra, with very regular DIY sexercises, to the point where I was achieving usable erections, so a test drive was scheduled, with moderate success.

Then COVID hit so it was back to DIY for 12 months. But here we are in 2021, open for business, and time to dip my toes in the water (perhaps that should be dipping my willy in some pussies). Getting up is OK, but my issue is staying up, so I need to use cock rings - a vibrating rabbit ears novelty ring has added some fun, much to my buddy's delight.

And so dear Erotic Journal, my journey has been bumpy with lots of ups and downs. The key is to enjoy the 'ups'!

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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!!!!!

Christmas Drinks At The "Y"

'Twas the week before Christmas,

And all around the town,

Colleagues were celebrating The Season

With drinks eagerly quaffed down.

It's been seven years since I liberated myself and in that time I have had the pleasure of the company of something like 70 Ladies of Pleasure. But in that time, none have come close to matching the recently met Miss R, in generously sharing her cunni linctus. So a date was set for some festive imbibing.

Whilst Miss R is of oriental ancestry, she has learned her French well. From the moment of our coming together, her kisses are passionate, urgent and needy. In fact our lips only unlocked when mine were otherwise engaged with her lower lips.

Which brings me to round 1 of drinks. From the first touch of my fingers, R shuddered in anticipation. Then as my lips and her vulva kissed and my tongue swirled around her button and plumbed her depths, she ground her hips hard against my face. Her body tensed, then quivered and my mouth was filled with my first serve of warm, clear linctus.  I gulped it down and proceeded with my ministrations, to be rewarded a minute later with another gush.

After three or four 'drinks', I had to come up for air. R pulled me to herself, clamping her lips on mine, our loins matching the dance of our lips. She had my member 'in the groove' of her Y, rubbing across her button, pleasuring herself. I feel her tense again, and I feel warm liquid running down my shaft and over my balls.

But she wants more. Rolling me over and applying appropriate protection, she impales herself onto me, leaning forward to continue her passionate kissing. The rise and fall of her hips increases in rate, till she sits up straight, with just my knob inside her, as her whole body shudders and another flood of linctus pours over my cock and down my loins.

As her orgasm subsides, she slides down onto me again and and recommences her thrusting and kissing. Barely 2 minutes pass and another orgasm builds up. Again she rises, holding my knob with her inner lips, squeezing and twitching till her whole body is spasming and another waterfall floods my loins.

As orgasm #3 builds up, her squeezing of my knobs takes me over the edge. We come together and she collapses onto my chest with a giggle.

Thanks to Mr Pfizer, my erection remains hard and R is enjoying the feeling of being filled. Her body seems to have a mind of its own, and another spasm ripples through her body, clasping my cock. We cuddle and she giggles, only for another orgasm to run through her, and another and another. It takes a full minute or two before her orgasms subside and she is finally able to roll off me to cuddle up before we head for the shower.

Wow. That was "Christmas Drinks" never to be forgotten.