The Knighting of Sir Thomas

In 4 THOUGHTS or FICTION this month, May has asked about the origins of our nom de plume (pen name).

Simple Beginnings

My story is rather simple. Before I started blogging, when I first started going to brothels, I used my middle name, Thomas, for my bookings. After about 12 months of finding my sexual freedom, I took the plunge and went down on a lady for the first time in my life (I feel embarrassed to confess to it being my first time in my late 50's). Needless to say, I was hooked, and imbibed at every opportunity, learning and growing in confidence.

An Inspiration

The first time I booked Daniella, an amazing French Moroccan lady, we clicked and enjoyed each other's company over some 8 years (Maid in Morocco, That Smile, A Bad Habit). After a hot steamy session in the early years, after a loud, body shuddering orgasm, once she had regained her breath, she said "Sir, you are a veritable Tongue Engine". I had just recently started journalling my exploits and Daniella immediately inspired me to start a blog under the nom de plume "Sir Thomas, The Tongue Engine".

Logos - Putting an Image to The Name

My initial logo was the face of a certain blue engine with a Mick Jagger like tongue. I never particularly like it, being a bit childish.

When I decided to launch my alternative blog of non-sexual material and considering my years, I went with a Latin title, "Argentum Vulpes" (Silver Fox). In searching for a blog visual theme, I settled on an Art Deco look. It also seemed an opportune time to upgrade my logo to something more befitting a be-knighted silver fox.

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!

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”.