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.

ED Recovery? The Test Drive

 #F4TFriday

The time has come.

I've been trying a non-invasive method to treat my Erectile Dysfunction (2 year post prostate cancer radiotherapy treatment) for 3 months. As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, there has been a modicum of success with Viagra and cock-ring producing erections that just might be sufficient for coitus. So its time to try it out.

My lustless wife has had no desire for any form of intimacy for decades, so this is not for her. As for me, the days of aching urgent needs, dwindled over the years from daily, to weekly to monthly and the intensity subsided. But now there is no feeling of 'need' any more, just memories of 'that would be nice to have again'. As I face the possibility of widowhood in the next few years, it would be nice to know that I might have something to offer any future partner. Regrets? Sure, I've had a few!

But for now, all I have are some LOP 'buddies', that are understanding, willing and warm and intimate. My carer duties have become almost full time, so the best I can manage is to extend a shopping trip by an hour.

I finally manage to arrange a time. Miss C welcomes me warmly, despite it being 12 months since our last encounter. She reassures me that my situation is not uncommon. Being a middle aged SW, she has quite a number of older clients with post-prostate treatment conditions, including implanted pumps, rods, cock-rings and caverject injections.

As we snuggle up for a kiss and cuddle, a relaxing warmth enfolds me. How nice is that primal need for the intimate touch of another human body. C wriggles in closer, worming her cleft over my modest erection. She assures me that it is stiff enough and its hotness is as good as ever. I don't feel anything especially arousing, just part of the overall warmth of intimacy. I do however feel C's wetness and her own increasing need as she works her clit over me.

Its time I satisfied her needs. I slide down her body and let the old tongue-engine loose on her lady bits. Well at least my tongue is still in excellent working order and all the old sensations are still good.

After she had come down from her orgasm, she asks if I am ready to enter her. She tells me she needs to feel filled. I warn her that condoms decrease sensitivity even more and I'm not sure I can even penetrate. She suggests we try a super-thin non-latex condom and give it a go.

As I slide in, there is relief that my erection has passed the test. Even though there is no feeling of arousal, it is warm and nice to feel the ultimate of human intimacy. But orgasm for me just isn't on the radar.

Sadly our time all too soon comes to an end. As we chat, shower and dress, I tell C that I came expecting that this might be my last time. But I thank her that she has reassured me that there is some sort of future for limited intimacy.

Thank God for these wonderful Ladies Of Pleasure that give men like me, some warmth and intimacy in the autumn of our life.

PS. My visit to Miss C used my last Viagra script, and its still a month or so to the Dr's appointment. So its been a couple of weeks with no daily Viagra. Sadly, even with cock-ring, there is no hint of erection and zero sensation. So whilst my 'treatment' has enabled an erection sufficient for coitus as needed, there appears to have been no  'healing' for long-term improvement. However, I shall continue my 'treatment' for another 6 months and see.

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The Pole Dancer

Well Melbourne, Oz has just seen its coldest July for 30+ years. I was in real need of thawing out with some indoor games with a favourite hottie. So a quick phone call arranged a time to 'get together' with Vxxx and a little blue pill got my engine warmed up.

Now Vxxx is by her own admission, a bit of a nympho, having enjoying multiple vaginal orgasms from her first sexual escapades. So from her passionate welcoming kisses I was defrosted in an instant. We retire to bed for more kissing and cuddling. She tells me she hasn't been particularly naughty, so its time she received a tongue lashing.

With one orgasm down, I come up for breath, when she rolls me onto my back and swings around to ply my sensitive bits with her hot wet mouth. At the same time she swings a leg over, pushing her cunt into my face, demanding to be licked again.

Having surreptitiously applied the obligatory covering and got us both very wet, she swings around again into her favourite position, and impales herself on my pole. She tells me there is nothing she likes more than being filled be a thick cock. She seems to go off into a world of her own, riding me, using me to her own pleasure. I can feel her tension building up. She lifts up till only my knob is being working in her most sensitive parts. She stiffens, gasps and shudders in orgasm, then sinks back onto me, engulfing my full length, exhaling a satisfied sigh. She is back in my world and leans forward for a kiss.

But her orgasms are not of that all consuming, satisfying, exhausting type. Like Oliver, she wants, nay needs, "more"! So she resumes her dance on my pole for a couple of minutes to take another orgasm. Five more minutes and she takes another. I don't really have to do a thing. I'm enjoying the feelings, the view, the sounds. I thrust back on her down strokes, crashing our pelvises together, for maximum penetration.

She needs a little rest and returns to pleasuring me. The Tongue Engine returns the favour. But before long, her desire is rising again. "I need to dance on your pole again" she tells me. So she goes off into her world of ecstasy again for a couple more orgasms.

As she is tiring, I flip her over and go down to lave her luscious labia with my tongue and to lap her free flowing linctus. I come up for another passionate kiss, then flip her over again and enter her doggie style. Its my turn now and as my ardour rises and my cock thickens and stiffens even more inside her, she pushes back and squeezes me, sucking me deeper into her. We look at each other in the mirror as my cock starts twitching and pumping my life-force deep up inside her, we smile "That Smile".

We finally collapse, exhausted and totally fucked, cuddling into each other and continuing our passionate kissing.

God, do I really have to go back out into the cold? Thanks Vxxx, you really know how to warm the cockles of a man's heart, not to mention his other bits. You are awesome!

The End of The World - Almost

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Munching on “Special K”

Firstly, let me apologise for the dearth of posts in recent months – “life” tends to get in the way of pleasure and posting.  First there was job (and income) loss, then starting a new job with all sorts of restrictions and calls on my time.  Then there were/are family issues ongoing, so very little ‘private’ time at home.  Then my regular day-time parlour shut down for renovations (firstly for a month that ran to 7 weeks), then my best regular at my after-work parlour switched to inconvenient shifts – on two visits, I left since she wasn’t available and went to an ‘Asian’ parlour – bad move – almost ‘star-fish’ (non) service.

But on the ‘plus’ side, this blog has passed the 10,000 visits mark – thank you all and a very big ‘thank you’ to [e-Lust] which has given this blog a much wider audience.  But where are your comments?  As nice as it is to watch the ‘hit counter’ I would really like to hear from some of you. 

And on the super-PLUS side, I met ‘Special K’ (sounds like a breakfast cereal, mind you, I wouldn’t mind eating her for breakfast every morning) on my first visit back to my super-renovated day-time parlour.  There were three ladies available in the introductions, with K being the third, and from the moment of the introduction, I just knew we would hit it off.

Up in the room, my choice is vindicated.  K is one of the most passionate, sexy, horny ladies I have met.  She is a 40+ something MILF, blond, well endowed, with a trim, taut, terrific body.  We are straight into some very passionate DFK.  As I nibble her ear-lobe and nuzzle her neck, she responds immediately.  We fall back onto the bed where she wraps herself around me with increasingly passionate kissing and proceeds to rub her clit against my man-hood.

I manage to extricate my lips from hers and move my attention to her prominent nipples to which she responds by pushing them up to me for fuller attention.  I manage to kiss my way down her body to her honey-pot.  Her lips are already moist and swelling from her previous rubbing and she meets the “Tongue Engine’s” ministrations with eager thrusting and grinding.

After more than 5 minutes of delicious ‘munching’ (that spanned the breadth of my “Cunnilingus 101” curriculum) and quivering responses, I give her sensitive girly bits a rest and come up for a cuddle and more passionate kissing.  And what a kisser - in all of my dissolute life (which I must admit is only the last 5 of my 60+ years), I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed such a wild, passionate kisser.  I have written about the “dry rut” as an alternative to penetrative sex, but for “special K”, this is just foreplay - it really is all about her maximizing stimulation of her clit.

But then she swings around to give me some oral attention.  But even this is as much for her sake - having applied lots of saliva, she slides up and across me, sliding her hot, wet labia across me.  The sight is a total ‘turn-on’ watching ‘little Tom’ slide through her 'camel toe’.  Then she reverses position to ‘reverse cowgirl’ to get increased clitoral stimulation, until she achieves her first orgasm.  Wow, what a ride.

Then its back to some oral, whence she surreptitiously slips on a rubber, then its back round to some more “pussy slide” with growing intensity, until we just “slide together”.

As if all this foreplay hadn’t been hot enough, she now goes stratospheric.  Her grinding and swirling and thrusting is feverish, but still about stimulating her clit, till she falls across my chest, convulsing in orgasm again and thanks me again with her glorious kisses.  Then she sits up again, continuing to work her wonders, until I come too in very short time.  I don’t know what brand of rubber she used, but it felt a good as ‘au naturale’.

We collapse in a breathless, perspiring, heaving heap, with smiles like Cheshire cats.  Almost simultaneously, we breath “Wow!”.

In the minute or two left before the dreaded “buzzer”, we get to know each other a bit as we head to the shower.  There is a quick pash and a squeeze of the bum as I head out into the harsh daylight and go back to the humdrum of work.

Wow!  I must munch on “special K” for lunch again very soon.

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!)

V2 - a Hot Cougar MILF

This was the Monday of the 3rd week of January. Punters seemed to be out in force, probably feeling frisky after a sexless Christmas and New Year (such is the effect of family holidays, visiting relatives and school holidays).  The little foyer was like peak-hour at at the railway station.  Regulars A, J and V1 were already in bookings and J, G, B and V2 were intro'ing - I was relegated to the foot of the stairs.

V2 quips, "Do I want the 5 hours booking?" - I like her sense of humour.  We quickly retire upstairs (V2 has been called in especially - she normally works W-Th-F nights).  I had received a phone call concerning an urgent family situation whilst traveling up William St. but it can wait 30 minutes.

It was my first meeting with V2, but we hit-it-off straight away. V2 is of Malaysian-Chinese ancestry (with a touch of Dutch she tells me).  At a guess I would put her as over-40 with a trim, taut, terrific frame.  She is a good mature conversationalist, with a good sense of hurmour and a confident personality.

In no time, V2 is demonstrating her excellent oral skills.  She obviously likes what she is eating and asks if she can sit on me.  I suggest that for a start she sit on my face.  Well she could hardly swing her leg around quickly enough.  She is spasming in no time and I am almost drowning (she admits to being a bit of a 'squirter').

Then with a sense of urgency, she wants to feel my thickness inside her and swings a round to sit on me, but changes her mind, asking for mish position for deeper penetration.  Her vocal exhortations match her thrusting till she come to a quivering climax.  Her involuntary squeezing is replaced by incredibly good muscle control till she brings me off shortly after herself.

It has been a long time since I can remember such an intense, quick completion. We collapse back and chat about Chinese New Year, cooking, Viagra and 2nd rounds.  I get the distinct impressions she would be ready for round #2 soon but I know I wouldn't before our 30 minutes is up.  She finishes with an average massage (she readily admits that massage is not her forte).

Probably the one thing missing was some DFK and cuddling.  It was pretty full on from the start, getting stuck straight into it.  Perhaps next time when we have got to know each other better.

With a "quickie divorce" kiss at the door, I head back to work. (The family situation proved to be a false alarm).

I have a distinct feeling that there will be an after-hours work function I will have to attend one wed, Thurs. or Friday evening soon.  I will make sure I give ourselves more time next time.

Breaking the Fast

OK, so my little 7 week sabbatical hasn’t really been a "fast", since I have managed to slip out once or twice for a little pick-me-up, though somewhat average.  But this week I’m back at work and was able to slip out for a regular lunch-hour catch-up with one of my best regulars.

I first met V three years ago in a double to celebrate my birthday (a big ‘0’), but its only been since early this year that I have been seeing her regularly.  And our times together have just got better and better.  Today hit the "awesome" level.

I arrived just before 12:30 on Monday, just before the lunch time "rush" and I got V straight away - a quick glance at the clock told me I could squeeze in a 45 minute booking (before I had to be back at work).  

I think I must have been her first client of the day and in fact her first since her last shift last Thursday.  To say that she was 'horny' would be no understatement and she matched my needs exactly.  Once she was stripped off, she dropped to her knees in front of the low settee on which I was sitting for a regular oral welcome.  I lifted her face and our tongue entwined in some delicious DFK then I kissed down her neck to her nipples.  Now V is not well endowed in the bust department but does have very prominent, VERY sensitive nipples - in fact I could swear that they are hot wired to her clitoris. In no time flat she is crushing her pelvis against me (remember I am sitting on the edge of the settee and she is kneeling) and has wormed herself onto my manhood, rubbing her clit along my shaft.

After a couple of delightful minutes, I help her up off her knees and back onto the bed where I have full access to give her my special tonguing.  She starts coming almost straight away.  I don’t think I have ever had such an orgasmic lady.  As I kiss my way up her body to those nipples she arches her back yet again and we slide together.  What follows was the most awesome 25 minutes of continuous DFK and grinding, thrusting orgasms.  Thank goodness I was V hard and not liable to come.  

Almost breathless and covered in perspiration, we finally roll apart.  V then goes down on me and swings a leg over to receive some soixant-neuf.  Her oral and handy-work is great but I’m just not reaching the line.  I finally suggest that I take charge - I dry off and with some vigorous DIY, V sucks my knob at the critical moment for an explosive CIM finale.

Soixant Neuf miniature: Sex Museum, 
Shanghai, China (Flickr)

We have five minutes left on the clock and chat about birthdays, the health benefits of a good sex life and how fantastic sex is with someone you can relate to, trust and can completely relax with.

And so its shower, gargle with her mouth-wash, dress, share a glass of iced water, and head out back to work.

It’s so good to be "back in the saddle"!

Booty Buddies?

I first started seeing M at a parlour more than 2 years ago.  We had immediately ‘clicked’ with similar senses of humour and interests, despite an 18 year age difference.  M provided a very passionate service, aiming to make her clients feel as if they were “making love with her” (her words).  In time, she asked if I would be interested in seeing her privately as she hated the time limitations in the parlour.  We exchanged mobile phone numbers and in time some friendly phone banter developed and we started using real names instead of our “working/punting” names (M became T and I became G).

There are several equivalent terms for this sort of arrangement, 'Booty Buddy' 'Fuck Buddy' and 'Friends With Benefits'.

Then early last year, M/T had a small medical accident (no, not that sort - dental in fact) and took time off work.  Her dental situation was addressed and after a couple of false starts I finally got to make that private visit.

I took an afternoon ‘sickie’, had bought a bottle of Cab-Merlot the night before, then a bunch of red roses on the way out.  It’s an hour’s drive from work to her seaside cottage, so I stopped half way for a mouth-wash and dose of Viagra (full tablet - bad move - with wine, ended up with a whopper of a head-ache that evening).  

I received a very warm welcome, big hugs and passionate kisses. Had a quick show-around her lovely cottage.  In the kitchen, we arranged the roses into a vase, then opened the wine.  We settled in the lounge with our wine and cuddled up for a lovely catch-up chat.  M/T has decided to give up the parlour and still has difficulty shaking off her old “M” personna. It’s been over 3 months and T (no longer M) is as horny as anything.

Two glasses down, we decide to retire to the bed-room. I open my "punting kit" on the bed-side table - massage oil, lube and rubbers. We cuddle some more, and help each other undress.  T is down to bra and knickers.  She finds a hanger for my cloths, concerned I might get dog hair on them from the floor (thank goodness the dogs have been put outside).  I replace my knickers with the "pyjama G" I have packed and T turns me around admiringly.

We slip into her big old bed with big fluffy pillows and eider-down and enfold each other in each-others arms with more deep passionate kisses. I tell her how honoured I am to be  asked to come into her private home and to share her private bed.  This simply elicits another big kiss and cuddle. There is lots of caressing and I kiss her neck, nibbling her ears and kiss down to her breasts, gently easing aside her bra.  With one arm around her I mange the one-handed unclipping for which she congratulates me.  I now have full access to her glorious 38DDs and my kissing quickly has her pert nipples rosy pink, hard and erect.

Our hands are all over each-other now, breasts, backs, thighs, legs, privates.  She spreads her legs for me as I ease her nickers off.  She is very wet under my exploring fingers. I kiss my way down to her clit.  I've worked my way down the bed now till I have full access to her love petals.  As I lick and nibble her love lips swell and are opening, and my face is getting wet from her juices. Within 5 minutes she is arching her back and stiffening as a series of orgasms sweep through her body.

I pull away since she is very sensitive now.  Her hands slide into the band of my G-string and I assist her to slide them off. With T's immediate appetite sated for the moment, I kissed my way up her body.  Just as I reached her mouth to kiss her once more, OMG, we just slipped together - no conscious effort, no fumbling, not planned (at this time) nor expected.  I froze - WTF - no condom.  What do I do? What do I say? Do I apologize?  I wasn't ready for fucking just yet.  But, God it felt good.

As I eased out, I asked if T would like a massage.  I reached for the massage oil on the bedside table and proceeded to give T my best, most sensual, all-over, front and back, massage.

Finally, with T totally relaxed and me a little worn, we lay down, side-by-side, cuddling and totally relaxed.  

After 5 minutes or so, T pulled my to her and whispered, "Come here" and pulled me over onto her.  As we kissed, she spread her legs and as I slid between them, we just slipped into full coupling again.  This was no accident any more.

God, T was so hot and wet and horny.  It must have been 4 months since she had had any man.  I knew that she had had her last monthly STI test back then, and I had had a clear test around the same time.  I had been "snipped" some 30 years ago so I knew "au naturalle" was quite safe for us at this time.  T had always followed the "safe sex" protocol at "work", so goodness knows how long it had been for her since she had gone bare-back - it had probably been 5-10 years for me.  God it felt good.

This was no longer a "client service", nor sex for fun, nor just because it feels great. This was a deep down primordial "need" to be loved, to be wanted, to be needed, to be joined in flesh and spirit.  Despite the passion of our ensuing fucking, I paced myself as much as I could.  When covered, I don't come easily these days, but now the sensation was awesome. I could feel ever ridge in her pussy and the slightest squeeze, twist and turn. And I knew that T could feel every twitch of my cock. It was hardening even more and swelling now, so I asked T, "How would you like me to come?" (Now T has quite a taste for cum and I have enjoyed numerous, explosive blow-jobs from her and she swallows every single drop). 

But today was different - she had a special need. "I want to feel your cum pumping deep up inside me" she replied. "Only on one condition" I responded, "That I can lick you out". No words were needed to answer me, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me as deep as possible into her, lifting her hips to thrust against me, twisting and writhing against my pelvis. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me into wild passionate kissing. We fucked with wild abandon till my body stiffened and my hips involuntarily thrust my cock as deep as possible into her hot, hot cunt, pumping, pumping, pumping my creamy cum, deep, deep, deep up inside her.

As I slowly subsided from my orgasm, T squeezed my still semi-hard cock (thank you Viagra), holding it tightly inside herself as her own spasms continued. Finally we collapsed. I had a smile on my face as broad as a Cheshire cat's, and kissed T again, gently. I kissed my way down T's body to her sopping wet, red hot cunt. My cum juices were just starting to trickle out. Now I don't normally have a taste for (male) cum, but the mixture of my cum and her pussy juices had a heady aroma and our well stirred cream-pie tasted yummy.

T then called me to "Come up here" and I offered her my cock for her to lick and suck our combined cum and pussy juices off it till it was completed licked clean.

We collapsed onto the bed, entwined in each other arms. Our bodies glowed with the post coital sheen of perspiration. I think we must have dropped off to sleep together for 5 minutes or more.

When we finally woke and got up to shower, T exclaimed, "Look!  You've christened my sheets" - I felt honoured!

Although we had never discussed money, her original invitation implied a "client" visit, but wow, this morning was a real "booty call". Even so, I knew her financial situation was strained since finishing work, so I left a discreet "gift" on her bedside table.

We unwound in the lounge, sipping chai lattes, listening to "Love Songs of the Sixties" and chatting some more.  She mentioned that she had met someone and had started dating semi-seriously.  I was the only (other) man she was “seeing” since leaving “the industry”.  I reassured her that at any time, if she felt our “relationship” was inappropriate, she just had to say and I would back-away.  In many ways, we had something more than a “service provider/client” relationship. Over the last couple of years we had shared many things about our private situations.  In T’s words, we were “survivors” and were “there for each other”.  Over the coming visits and months, we never did have “that conversation”, though I did continue bringing presents.

And so reluctantly, I slipped my suit coat on, and after a long lingering kiss at the door, headed off to home in the fading twilight.

"Eleven"

It was my wedding anniversary last week and I really needed a ‘pick-me-up’, so I planned on visiting my favourite ‘dining’ establishment for some pussy-sandwich for lunch.

With so many ‘favourites’ at this establishment (I can hardly call them ‘regulars’ any more), I don’t bother ringing to book first but just see who is on duty and available when I arrive - this way I generally get to see most of my favourites at least once every 5-6 months.  So on this visit, ‘Cristal’ & ‘J’ were in bookings, so I booked ‘Veronica’.

Now ‘Veronica’ has always been quite passionate and she had me in a clinch with her tongue down my throat and feeling my offering as soon as we got to the room, well before I showered and she left to ‘start the clock’.

By the time ‘Veronica’ returned and the clock had started, I had freshened up and was reclining in one of those arm-chairs like an up-turned open hand.  

‘Veronica’ placed a towel on the floor and dropped to her knees for the traditional establishment welcome.  Between more deep-throating, lots of hands over bodies and fumbling to remove her clothes, I got her standing and dropped to my knees to return the welcome.  In no time flat, she was pulling my face into her crotch and was already shuddering.

I lowered her to the bed and commenced my ‘lunch’. The taste of ‘Veronica’s snatch brings memories flooding back and she seems more orgasmic than ever today.

It must have been 20 minutes before I need to come up and give her sensitive bits a rest.  She apologizes for her perspiry face and body as we snuggle into each other’s arms.  Her deep throated kissing resumes then I kiss around her neck, ear-lobes and shoulders.  I kiss my way down across her small breasts to her large nipples.   OMG - her nipples  must be wired directly to her clit for she explodes into orgasm again.  Our writhing bodies are entwined now and all sense of proprietary and decorum are out the window and we have a veeeery ‘happy ending’, just as the buzzer sounds.

Thank goodness I booked a longer session - a traditional half hour wouldn’t have been enough!

With a sigh and big grin, ‘Veronica’ wipes the perspiration from her brow before cleaning up.  As we shower and redress, we ignore the second buzzer, and chat about life, our coming and goings and catch up about old ‘friends’.

As ‘Veronica’ shows me out the door, she has her tongue down my throat again and gives me an encouraging departing squeeze - the receptionist ignores us.  I have a couple of minutes walk back to my car to catch my breath and cool down before heading back to the office (ho hum)!

That was an 11 (out of 10) on the Sir Thomas ‘fuchter’ scale - there’s probably a law about punts this good!

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”.