Having Her way with Me

I just met this Yummy Mummy a week ago and during our pillow talk she mentioned that her one kink was being blindfolded and tied up. So during the week, I went out and bought a red satin blindfold and some long red satin sashes.

A week later I got to see her again in the late afternoon. I showed her my present and suggested we could either tie her up or she could tie me up and have her way with me. She was surprised and enthused but didn't answer straight away. She stepped out for a couple of minutes so I got myself prepared, using one of the silk sashes to tie a big red bow around my 'crown jewels'.

When she came back in, I wished her "Happy Mmmmm-day" and she had a good laugh. She lay down with me for an introductory cuddle and deep French kissing. She still hadn't told me her preference, but then she reached around behind her, got the blindfold and placed it over my eyes. So this is her game. Now I'm not usually a submissive, but this could be interesting to have a sexy women using my body as her own sex toy to pleasure herself in whichever way and for as long as she wants. The ribbon is taken off the 'crown jewels' and my hands are tied above my head.

It is so true that when one of your senses is removed, your other senses all become heightened. I feel her move and apparently turn away. I hear a rustle  - "What is she up to?". Her face is close to mine, I can hear her breath. Her lips touch mine and I open mine to kiss, then she opens her mouth and spills cold water into mine (she apparently had turned to take a drink). Suddenly there is hot breath on my neck, then a wet tongue flicks my ear. Her long hair drapes over my face and chest, the hot lips suck my nipple, then teeth give it a bite. She moves up my body, reaching over me to hold my restrained wrist down and I am suddenly aware of her nipple being pressed into my mouth. I seize the opportunity to lick and suck and nibble, then I am able to kiss my way across her cleavage to engulf her other nipple.

Then they are withdrawn and I feel her breasts sliding down my body, slowing a little as as our nipples caress each other. Then she continues across my abdomen, then engulfs my shaft then down till they caress my ball sack. As they leave me, I jerk as I feel hot breath then her wet tongue sliding across, licking and twirling on my shaft. I flinch and thrust up a bit to meet her, but her arms are holding my legs down.

She slides back up my body in a full body slide. Our lips meet and swirl in passionate deep French kissing, just as her vulva slides across my shaft. Her hips and pelvis move up and down and she rubs her clit against me. Our kissing becomes more passionate as her hips work round and round and backward and forward on my cock. She presses her body hard on me till her labia spread over my shaft. OMG, this is so sensual. And she keeps working away on me and I can sense her ardour rising through our kissing.

Suddenly her weight lifts off my body. I feel her knees climbing along either side of my body. Then a different sensation touches my face. OMG! Her vulva presses to my lips. This is full on face sitting. Now I am no stranger to giving her the benefit of my Tongue Engine. But this is different. This is not something I'm doing to her, but rather something that she is doing to me for her pleasure.  I respond with my tongue and mouth, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling. She pushes back, thrusting and twirling against my mouth and tongue. This is REAL French Kissing!

"Facesitting", Heinrich Lossow (1840—1897)
from "en.wikipedia.org"

After a good five minutes, with her arousal rising, she lifts off my face and moves back down my body. There is a pause and I feel her leaning over to one side. Then there is a cool feeling on my cock and I realize she is rubbing lube on me, then her vulva sits on me again. She is sliding up and down me, from rubbing her clit against my glans, hard, then she slides down till my glans slides across her vag. opening and slides between her labia minora. She works me backward and forward, increasing the pressure and speed, then a little round and round and side to side.

Now YM is normally prolifically semi-orgasmic, with many twitches, jerks and moaning. I can sense her arousal increasing as she switches back and forth between face sitting and cock sitting. She is on my face with my tongue going from shallow tongue fucking to clit licking and sucking. 

Her twitching and shaking is growing. She calls, "Oh My God, I'm coming". My arms are freed and despite my tied wrists I am able to bring my arms up over our bodies and pull her harder against me. Suddenly she has a massive orgasm with her whole body jerking and spasming. It seems to continue for ages, but probably only 30 seconds. They finally subside and she takes some deep breaths, then suddenly a massive after-shock hits. She subsides for another minute, then another after-shock.  She must have  8 or 10 after-shocks, slowly becoming less frequent, till she collapses against me breathless and covered in perspiration.

YM rolls off me, unties my wrists and removes my mask so we can cuddle into each other. After a couple of minutes rest, she reaches around to fetch something else, then I find her lubing herself and applying a condom to me. My erection is not particularly hard, but we manage a little shallow fucking. But my glans is a little sore from all her rubbing against me. So with a failing erection and with both of us still almost breathless, we roll apart for cuddles and pillow talk for our remaining few minutes. She confides in me that although she enjoys her sex work and usual arousal, it has been quite some time since she has a 'real' orgasm like this one.

I wouldn't call our time a dom-sub encounter, but I would highly recommend it. OMFG, I enjoyed myself greatly, despite being orgasm-less myself. It was enjoyable AND fun. I hope she comes again soon! Mmmm!

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The Hot Steamy Railway Museum

I'm not particularly 'in' to musty, dusty traditional museums, but there is something about their 'honesty' that I appreciate. You see that the human body and sexuality has been appreciated since the start of time. From nude paintings and statues, to historical wooden and stone dildos and phallic idols.

But personally, I prefer a 'manly' museum of steam engines and their ilk. And of course, they are at their best when in action.

(Image, Birmingham Civic Society)

To see the piston rods glistening with lube sliding in and out of the cylinders, then the sigh of steam exhaust after each thrust, is quite arousing. But it's really a male thing to think that the piston rod is doing the work. In fact it is the vagina cylinder that does all the work, alternatively sucking him it in and pushing it out. Then it is the connecting rods that turn the wheels and make the world go round. The rocking of the valve gear moving in opposition to the piston rods, also in sync with the sound, is quite hypnotic.

Image from 'trumptN.net' - click for animation and sound.

The steam experience is a multi-sensory thing. From the heat of steam and smell of coal, to the sound of huff, chuff, shhhh, sigh, then as the speed builds up, the thumping rhythm - if you listen closely I'm sure you can hear it saying, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! As the speed of the piston thrusting in and out, builds and builds and builds, faster and faster, the whole engine body is shaking, until there is the climax of the boiler pressure releasing through the whistle with an ejaculation of steam and I'm sure I heard it squeal, "Yeeeeeeeees!".

After we gather our composure having experienced that orgasmic steam exhibition, my steam wench and I board the special steam train for the trip home. We find an empty compartment and pull the blinds down for privacy. With the windows open a little, we get the smell of steam and coal again. 

She straddles my lap and we kiss passionately. My own piston rod is hardening and my wench works her pubes against me. My boiler pressure is rising. She steps off me for a minute to uncover her self-lubricating sex cylinder. Meanwhile, I have unzipped my piston cover. With a little saliva I quickly get it glistening with lube. My wench kneels over me again, and just as our parts meet, the carriage shakes and the couplings rattle as we start to move out of the station. Our own coupling slides together and we can hear the engine in front of our carriage, huffing and puffing, alternately shhh-ing and sighing. Our own speed builds up as the train speeds up. The clickety-clack as the train rolls over rail joints, rumbles up through the seat, my buttocks and rattles our coupling. My wench is rising and falling on me, thrusting in and out in time with the sound of the engine. Our speed is building. My rod is now steel hard and red hot.

Our passion is at boiling point, when suddenly the engine whistle blows just as we cum together, a three-way orgasmic blast!

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PS. 'Steam Wench' - Maaaaaaany years ago, in my youth, I volunteered at a steam museum. One day, we were restoring an old steam engine powered winch, as used in mines. Being an all male group, one of the wags exclaimed "What we need around here are more Steam Wenches!".

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!

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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.

Sextreme Sport - The Ride

Sometimes or perhaps usually, memories of the ordinary, day-to-day things don't rise up to reminiscences. It's the unusual, out of the ordinary things that have some special 'trigger' that brings reminiscences to the fore.

Personally, sex wise, I am a vanilla, cuddly type. Cunnilingus is the closest I come to 'kink'. Whilst the encounter I describe below was extreme for me, for others you might think, "What's so unusual about that!". But as a sexygenarian at the time (8 years ago), I was starting to slow down to retirement, but still trying to explore experiences that I never got to experience in my up-tight younger years.

The Lady in Question

The lady in question working as 'Cristal', had been an average suburban sex worker, dissatisfied with her future prospects, decided to rebrand herself and move into the 'private' world. You notice that I didn't use the word 'escort'. With new breast implants, dyed pink hair and web-site and social media launch as 'Hot Babe', "the filthiest, dirtiest English slapper you will ever stick your cock in", "I am a wild, nasty, shameless, hardcore whore", "I specialize in XXX Pornstar Action, deep throat like you've never seen, all the way down your gullet, drenching your bedroom in fountains of squirt", she is not the sort of girl to take home to meet your mother or to take as an escort to a 5 star restaurant.

The Encounter

So I joined the long line of men waiting to take her on. I secured a week-day long-lunch booking, not too far from work.

At the agreed place and time, Cristal eventually comes in, cunningly disguised in an all-over tan and skimpy fluoro bikini that barely holds in her newly acquired FFs. After the obligatory preliminary shower, Cristal returns, and there is some "dancing" around each other, sizing each-other up - discovering each-other's delectations.  We move into a clinch and Cristal lifts her top and thrust her orbs into my face, saying "Wrap your tongue around these!".

There is writhing and squirming, jockeying for position till Cristal gains the upper hand and 'attacks' with tongue and mouth.  But despite being in the under-dog position, I pull her leg over and start giving that English pussy a good old Aussie licking.

She rolls off and pulls me up to a standing position in front of the mirror, then on her knees, I meet Deep Throat.  But I regain the upper hand, and push her back onto the bed, head over the edge for a face-fuck. I then pull her legs up over my shoulders for more lip-licking 69 whilst simultaneously 'pile-driving' deep down (up?) her throat.

But Cristal, showing her amazing flexibility, extricates herself, and standing, still in her 5" stillettos, with one leg shoulder high against the mirror in a vertical 'split', demands, "Well are you going to fuck this English pussy now?".  What follows, is a series of moves and positions that would do an Olympic gymnast justice. She throws pillows on the floor, pushes me down and proceeds to impale herself on me, both forward and reverse and a 'twister'.

But I regain control, and have Cristal spread-eagled on her back on the bed.  I crawl up the bed, pausing to apply more oral lubrication, before pinning her under me.  A DFK tongue battle ensures.  She lifts her legs high over my shoulders to achieve maximum penetration, and much pleading to The Almighty can be heard (definitely a 10 on my fuchter-scale).

As her shudders finally subside, I roll off, and she dives on my member to slake her thirst at my fountain of love.

Half exhausted, we both lie back for a cuddle and chat about love and marriage and internet BLOGS.

But its not long before she can feel a nudge in her crotch as Little Tom rises for more.  She swings round and licks and sucks some more, and I give her the two-finger salute.  Before long she is bucking again and reaches for another rubber and has barely got it on before the 'time up' buzzer sounds.  But do you think a buzzer is going to stop this Wicked Wench when she wants something ("its all about me!").  She is on board now and riding like a woman possessed, until in another body shuddering orgasm, she gets what she wants!  Her pussy has clamped tightly around me and I continue pumping as tremors continue to ripple through her body, till I explode too. (OMG, twice in an hour, its unheard of for the old fella).

Now, totally exhausted, we both fall back to catch our breath.  The buzzer goes a second time, and I slowly get up on wobbly legs.

The final score? A 2 all draw!

After Thoughts

Would I return? Probably not! But it is something that every man should try at least once. But with age and my latest issue of ED after prostate cancer treatment, I wouldn't be up to it.

Cristal has expanded her extreme repertoire. With up to 3 other like-minded 'sluts', she organizes "Wet & Wild" gang bangs, with sufficient men to ensure that all holes are constantly satisfied. She arrives with a wheelie case full of toys, plastic sheeting to protect floor and furniture, condoms by the gross, quart bottles of lube, and drinks and nibbles to sustain everyone's energy levels.

In writing a review at the time, I was inspired to write a parody verse from Banjo Paterson's "The Man From Snowy River". Then just last year, I was further inspired to update that with a full length parody, "The Ride - The Man From Yarra River". Whilst inspired by Cristal, it is a piece of fiction that does capture the feeling of "Sextreme Sport".

Reminiscences: Musings in Memoir — Prompt #3 "Ride"

H - Happy, Yay, Hilarious Endings (#AtoZChallenge)

If you have ever looked at a dating web-site, even if you weren't actually actively looking for a date, invariably participants' profiles include "a good sense of humour" as a requirement or as their own personality. There is a very old saying, "Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone".

Laughter releases endorphin, the "feel good" hormone, into the brain. And "feel good" is a major factor in attraction between people. From earliest school age, "acting the fool" or being the "joker", is used to improve one's popularity.

Between adults, humour is an important factor in development of sexual attraction. Functional MRI scans have shown that the areas of the brain responding to humour and sexual arousal, are adjacent and both are involved in the endorphin release. So there is in fact a physiological reason for the relationship between sexual arousal and humour.

Some time ago, I wrote about "Laughter, the Best Aphrodisiac", so I won't repeat most of that, but there is one story worth repeating.

I was visiting a Lady Of Pleasure who had the nick-name of "Fire cracker" among her colleagues, because she was a very loud orgasm-er - I guess in other countries she might be known as the 'Happy Hooker'. Well the Tongue Engine had just given her her first orgasm. As she slid onto me, a second orgasm was building and she started biting her wrist. 

I asked, "Are you OK?";

To which she replied, "I don't want to make a noise; there might be someone in the waiting room next door". 

I came back with, "Well we'll give them some encouragement".

She came back with "I'll have what she's having".

With that, we both cracked up, laughing very loudly and orgasming together.

As I was leaving, the receptionist had a very big grin and asked, "Did you have a good time? Do come again" (which I do, often).

There is an expression in Australia, usually reserved for Massage Parlours that offer illegal 'optional extra service' known as a 'Happy Ending'. Well ours was an 'Hilarious Ending' - highly recommended.

 
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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!

The Five Senses Of Sex

A few years ago, I had the great pleasure of a number of home visits with a delightful Booty Buddy, TM (a previous Lady Of Pleasure). Now TM had an uncommon taste for ejaculate. Further she was especially turned on by the multi-sensual process.  

For the sake of this post, it might be best if I write in the first person from her perspective, based on how she described it to me.

(TM) "Tom had taken a half day off work for a morning visit. I had a nice lie-in in bed awaiting his knock on the door. When he arrived, he had warm, fresh-baked croissants and fresh squeezed orange juice - yum. We quickly slipped back into my still-warm bed to share breakfast, but that was short-lived as we couldn't keep our hands and mouths off each other.

Now I was pretty horny waiting for him, but I was wet and needy now in no time. I love fucking mature experienced gents like Tom - he really knows how to please a women, his touches, his kisses, his mouth, his tongue. For now, he makes it all about me. I lost count of how many times he had me orgasming, but Tom still hadn't come himself (its an age thing he tells me). It must have been almost an hour before we rolled apart, breathless, hot and perspiring.

We must have cuddled together for all of 5 minutes as we cooled a little and caught our breaths. But like Oliver, I wanted MORE, but not just for me this time, but something special for US, together.

I rolled Tom onto his back, and slid down his body, trailing my fingers down his arms and kisses down his chest. As I reached his cock, I flicked the tip of his glans with my tongue, then engulfed his shaft in my mouth. His still semi-erect cock stirred back to life.

But I wasn't after just a common old blow-job - I have something very special in mind. Now we have discussed this once before and Tom had indicated that a DIY hand-job gave him better control and outcome. I signal to him to take hold. I slide down further so I can lick his scrotum and suck his balls. I look up the length of his body and ours eyes meet. His eyes are smiling, his lips are moist and he licks them lightly. The look of his tongue and lips bring back memories of where they were just half an hour ago. I can feel my cunt getting slick and hot with the memory. My gaze caresses his whole body, his shoulders, chest, those abs, the bulging arm muscles as he pumps his cock. I stretch my arms up to surround his hips and my fingers stroke his stomach and I can feel him lifting to meet his down strokes. My head is against his leg and I can hear his pulse starting to race in his arteries. His breath is fast now - the sound of his gasps has my own breaths and heart beating in sync. My nostrils are on fire now as they take in the sent of our earlier sex. I can smell and taste my own cunni-linctus on his thighs and scrotum.

Tom's hand is really pumping now. I can see his engorged purple glans above his fist. His shaft is thick and red and hard now. He lets out a little grunt and his torso lifts and starts to shake a little. He has stopped pumping now and just holding his glans. The thick purple veins are bulging around his dick the urethra along the underside is bulging now, filling up with his lovely cum. I can see it starting to twitch, then Tom lets go and says "Its your's now"!

I pounce, and clamp my mouth around his glans, clamping my lips tightly so that he has no escape.  I can feel his cum building up in his locked shaft, swelling even more. Tom's body arches and stiffens and a little 'Urgh' slips out in agony, before the ecstasy as I release my grip. Tom erupts like a massive hot geyser blasting his love-juice against the back of my throat. I gulp down the first mouthful. He keeps coming for what seems like ages, but probably only 5-10 seconds. My mouth is full again and his cum is running out the corners down his shaft. As his orgasm subsides, I swirl his load around in my mouth, savouring the taste and texture - not unlike molluscs sauteed in salted butter and cream - just my favourite, although an acquired taste. As I swallow my second mouthful, I lick up and down and round and round his cock, licking up every last drop.

As his deflating cock subsides, I come up his body and we embrace and share a fantastic, salty, Deep French Kiss.

Tom tells me it is the most intense orgasm he has ever had.

Now that's the way to Break Fast!"

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.

O-O-O-OMG! The Female Orgasm

The Female Orgasm

OMG, what am I letting myself in for, writing this post. Does she? Doesn't she? Can she? Wanting or not wanting to? Clitoral vs vaginal? Single or multiple? I was initially worried as a male, writing about female orgasms, but on reflection men have probably observed a greater variety of female orgasms than most women. I don't claim that this will be a scientific analysis, or a definitive thesis, and no attempt at statistics has been made. Rather it is just one man's observations. Further, my observations are almost entirely from 'paid-for-sex' encounters which has its own issues which I will touch on later. 

The Good, The Fantastic and The Ecstatic

What an amazingly beautiful thing, the female orgasm is. Unlike we simple, mere males, the female orgasm is as varied, complex and mysterious as women's psyche and physiology.

One of the things I learnt from my ladies early on, is that strength of orgasm is related to whether she can come only once or multiple times. A big strong orgasm is usually a singleton, leaving her exhausted - eg. "That Smile". The French have a delightful phrase, "petit mort", the "little death" to describe that post-orgasmic exhaustion. Some ladies have even said that they can never orgasm more than once a day. But a less strong orgasm is no guarantee of multiples. But then again, singletons are not necessarily 'strong' - some one-a-day ladies only have gentle, quiet orgasms - every woman is wired differently and responds differently. When it comes to multiples, my golden-girl buddy, AX holds my record of 9 in a single session - ride'm cow-girl.

[Ed.17/6] Then there is the "cluster", a series of strong orgasms with a sub-second pause between. I was reminded of these by a recent rollicking great time with Miss A. With the first convulsion, she had my head in a scissor lock while her body bucked around (I thought I would need a chiropractor) - she was very apologetic once she came down - OMG.

Then there is the perennial question of "Clitoral vs Vaginal". On the surface, this describes the style of stimulation that a lady needs to orgasm. Some/many say they can only orgasm by clitoral stimulation. Vaginal stimulation is more difficult for a lady to control and direct toward achieving orgasm if her guy is just thrusting away - vaginal stimulation to orgasm needs to be focused on the G spot and the entrance of the vagina. With her on top and if he holds off from thrusting, she has a better chance of controlling the stimulation she needs. From my observations, there is also a Vaginal Orgasm that is rare and qualitatively different. Different muscles are involved and is probably related to a lady's ability to control her pelvic floor (kegel) muscles. This orgasm starts deep down, rumbling like an earthquake, building up to an explosion. In my first encounter of this, my lady had had several clitoral orgasms, but after the vaginal orgasm exploded, she exclaimed, "God I needed that. I haven't had one of those for months".

Speaking of 'earthquakes', there are sometimes 'after shocks', different from multiple orgasms from continued stimulation. These are smaller post orgasm 'twitches' that occur unexpectedly, that sometimes bring on the giggles. In "I'll Have What She's Having", I wrote of not just a 'Happy Ending', but a 'Hilarious Ending'.

Which brings me to the relationship between humour, orgasms and "The Screamer". I believe that women who have a good sense of humour and an ability to have a good laugh, have better orgasms. Both require the ability to be able to "let go" of those psychological constraints we place on ourselves. This also is related to how vocal we become during orgasm - I'm afraid yours truly is a 'quiet achiever' though my ladies have often said they enjoy my sense of humour.

Orgasmic squirting is another less common response, that I only first experienced after many years - see "Christmas Drinks at the Y". There seems to be no scientific consensus as to what it is. My observations are that it does come from the urethra and is thus not vaginal lubrication, and it doesn't taste like urine.

[Edit 21-Jun-2018]If squirting occurs during intercourse, then the convulsive force of the orgasm pushes the penis out.

Finally, there is the ultimate orgasm, the coming together, insemination orgasm. At peak arousal, the vagina is sensitive to each ridge and movement of intercourse. As the penis stiffens and twitches signalling impending ejaculation, her orgasm immediately clamps around the base of his penis, then starts to convulse in inward moving waves, pulling the penis deeper in, sucking the very last drop of cum out of him. As the ejaculation and waves of orgasm subside, her vagina continues to squeeze the cock tight, holding it in. In the wild, this ensues retention of the sperm and heightens the chance of insemination. (In animals, this is known as the 'tie'). Then as post-coital exhaustion envelopes, the captive is released.[/Edit]

Non-Orgasms

To round out this discussion, we should touch on "non-orgasms".

An-orgasmic

Its a sad fact that a significant percentage of women have never had an orgasm. Its not exactly a condition one can 'observe' and write about, but I have been married to such a lady for 40 years. There seems to be three conditions - those that don't know how, those that can't, either physically or emotionally and it could be argued that this later group don't want to have orgasms - the 'loss of bodily control' is just too traumatic. At this point, spare a thought for the millions of girls and women for whom the centre of female pleasure has been cruelly cut out.

Non-sexual Orgasms

Yes Dorothy, such a thing is possible. And I have seen it in person.  Some 20 years ago, Lady Thomas was undergoing a major change in her medications and an ignorant doctor took her off some important meds (Benzodiazapine tranquilizers) 'cold turkey'. The withdrawal symptoms were dreadful, hallucinations, phobias, palpitations and muscle spasms. One day we were sitting chatting about nothing when she started have spasms obviously coming from her pelvic area. It was quite frightening and un-nerving. It put the 'nail in the coffin' of her ever wanting sexual orgasms, ever.

Faking It

Almost as sad as the women who are an-orgasmic, are those that feel they have to fake orgasms. Perhaps they are an-orgasmic and don't want their partner to know, but feel an obligation to please their partner.

In the paid-for-sex world, faking is relatively common, when the woman feels that orgasm is too personal and reserves that for their life partner. Sometimes it is put on when the client expects it even if she doesn't have any left in her that day. They aren't known as the "mattress actresses" for nothing.

Giving and Taking

When it comes to men "giving" women orgasms, I am reminded of the joke, "How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb" - A. "One, But the light bulb has to want to be changed!". It saddens me that so many men are only interested in their own orgasm, and so many women's orgasms are solitary affairs.

The great mystery of human sexuality, is that at its best, it is both totally selfish and totally unselfish, at the same time. It is both a journey and one or more climaxes (destinations?). But the reality of ageing, is that more and more, I have to be satisfied with enjoying the journey, irrespective of reaching any climax. I have as yet to hear the thoughts from any of my ladies on ageing for them - perhaps they just hide it and fake it.

Thank You

To all the delightful ladies that have shared time with me over the years, "Thank you" just doesn't seem enough. Perhaps I should say "O-O-O-O-OMG!!! THANK YOU!".

PS. Please don't be shy with the Comments. Share your experiences and thoughts, whether male or female.

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.

 

Celebration

I mentioned in "I Lust, Therefore I Am" that I had got the all clear from my prostate biopsy. Well that was quite a roller-coaster ride there for a while, worth celebrating at the end.

I like to keep an eye on my health, so almost 15 years ago, I started getting annual PSA (Prostate Specific Antigen) screening blood tests done. My PSA levels have slowly been creeping up that whole time until early this year they passed the standard upper limit for normal range. My DRE (Digital Rectal Examination) indicated enlargement but no lumps. Urinary continence symptoms also indicated that it was time to get checked for Prostate Cancer with a biopsy. Even though elevated PSA levels indicate cancer in only about 30% of cases, the "C" word still gives the shivers. And prostatectomy is notorious for ill side effects - about 60% have continence issues and over 30% have erectile and nerve issues. OMG, the very thought of never having an erection again or sexual feeling in my organ is - well, disturbing, depressing, disastrous. Thank goodness my tongue is still in good working order.

Anyway, on to the biopsy. The worst part was the waiting. Afterwards there was no pain, just slight discomfort no different than butt-plug play. The pre-op notes mentioned that there could be some blood in the urine and ejaculate afterwards. OMG.  I'm sure my daughter would say "You're a wimp dad. Women bleed every month". Oh well, at least that flushed out within 2 days. But how does one "flush out" bloody ejaculate from the prostate? Well it had to be DIY, but at my age, once a week is about my limit, so it took over 3 weeks to clear.  So much for seeing my favourite Lady Of Pleasure for a celebration the afternoon after, should I get the all clear from the doctor at the follow-up meeting 1 week after the biopsy.

But the time did arrive.  I was clear, an opportunity for an evening out to myself arose, I was loaded with Viagra and ready to party. (Thank goodness that Viagra is now off patent restriction and the price has dropped from $18 to $4 per 100mg pill. Whoopy!!). It had been 2 months since I last saw my favourite Lady Of Pleasure, "Special K", and I was looking forward to a great celebration (God, how did I ever get by on 2 years "between drinks"?). I have written before about "Munching on Special K" and "DFF - Deep French Fucking" so I don't need to repeat myself, except to say that she was as pleased to see me as I was to see her and a most satisfying playtime celebration was had.

I had mentally made a "Plan B" of visiting a second LOP should my first attempt at post-biopsy celebration not go as well as hoped. But I needn't have worried. "K" was as accommodating, passionate, enthusiastic, horny and orgasmic as ever - I wonder what she was celebrating?

So I celebrate "Many happy returns"...