We all know the drill. Trying to find someone who not only satisfies us on the visual side, but also on the mental. A woman who "gets it". Who knows how to elevate herself above the other ads.
Now some of this can be done with pictures.
Girls should never take their own pictures. Crappy selfies that are blurry, bad lighting, and usually make what can be a great looking woman, look worn out, shady, even unattractive if the pictures are bad enough.
Some of this though, comes from smarts, and experience.
I thought I would write about my experience with a "regular" who can remain unnamed at this time.
I had met with her a few times and the chemistry was great. I could tell by the fact that she ended up giving me a preferred rate, as well as the fact that she told me about telling her friends that I was a client she felt she should be paying.
Now if that doesn't make any mans ego swell......among other things.
I enjoyed seeing her because she never watched the clock, and would slot me into times that I knew I wasn't following someone who left out the back door, or who had to follow me. (You can tell guys if I was the appointment before by the satisfied look she has when you walk in, and the fact she is just plain worn out! lol)
I am hoping that some SP's read these as well so perhaps they can get some suggestions to help them in delivering a better experience.
In my case, I have been pretty open about the things I like. For example, DATY is the top of my list. If that isn't on the menu, I won't be visiting.
Some things aren't as important to me, such as DFK, and BBBJ/BBFS for example. In fact, some of those things are warning signs for me to stay away.
I was only given one dick. I don't want to have it decay away because I wasn't playing safe, or the SP wasn't.
When I communicate, I always ask if I can ask a few questions, and am respectful in how I ask.
If I am getting canned answers, then I will probably pass.
If the answers are keyed to what I like, then there is a good chance I will be inspired.
So in the case of the regular, one morning I received a simple text message.
"I am so fucking horny. I need to sit on your face."
Wow. Immediately I went from thinking about business, to thinking about "business".
I replied, and she played me along by telling me she hadn't been feeling well the last few days, and now that she was, there was nothing she wanted more than to have me come by and take care of her needs.
I love a selfish woman.
In the bedroom.
Something about a beautiful woman who has spent time and effort being beautiful, who wants that to be appreciated.
Well in less than an hour I was walking into her bedroom, with her dressed simply.
Heels. Black sexy see through bra, with matching panties. Lace.
She smiled at me as she closed the door.
"That text got you eh?" she asked.
"Pretty sure me being here right now answers that question." I replied and she laughed as she closed the door and put on some music.
She had candles burning, and some music on. Rhythmic, up tempo, but not so loud so that I wouldn't be able to hear her moans.
I stripped down and laid back on her bed as she was unconsciously moving to the music, leaning over and showing me her fantastic ass, not tiny, but average made sexy by how she was moving, and looking at me like she was sizing up a meal.
I was sitting up a bit and she moved closer, her pussy not far from my face as she continued to move.
"You missed this didn't you?" she says to me, her hand under the elastic of her panties, reaching down, touching herself as I watched.
"I did....." I reply, my eyes not leaving what she is doing.
She continues to move in front of me, one hand teasing her nipples as she pulled her bra down, and then took it off. Her hips moved seductively in front of me as her fingers teased her nipples, getting them harder, and she moaned a bit as she moved forward again.
"Are you going to make me cum? Do you want me to cum on your face?" she asked
"Yes. Please...." was my reply, feeling myself stirring, hard already.
She continued to move forward, then slipped her panties off as she pushed me back, and straddled my hips, looking down at me as she continued to tease herself.
"I don't have anything to do later, so we aren't in a rush." she says as she looks down at me, leaning over to place her nipple above my mouth, my tongue reaching out to circle it, feeling the response as it tightened and hardened, her eyes looking down as she smiled.
I paid attention to each one, back and forth, wanting to drive her crazy so that she would be craving what was coming next.
Ever so slowly she guided my tongue between her breasts, and then had me trace a path slowly down her flat stomach, lower....lower....then the top of her neatly trimmed patch, a perfect landing strip that pointed to the treasure below.
She lifted her leg up to move it over my shoulders, then then other one, her pussy just out of my reach as she held my head still, knowing what was to come.
"Kiss it" she demanded (yes, I do like a bit of "bossy" in a woman) and I complied, lightly, tasting her....sweet.....clean....and I wanted more.
She held my head still as I did, kissing her lightly, and then harder as she started to push herself against my mouth.
Now there was no going back. Muscle memory takes over and I remembered the last time and how much I enjoyed this.
I grabbed her ass, slapping it as I did, grabbing it as I pulled her against my mouth. Feasting on her pussy, lightly, teasing, but tasting, as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I wanted her wanting.
She was starting to get wet already.
I wanted her to make me do it, to make me get her off, not just once, but as much as she wanted. For her to crave what I was doing as much as I do.
There is something that is such a turn on about having a woman tremble by the slightest of touch.
Teasing, and reading her body so that I can bring her to the point where I can feel her pushing against my mouth. Wanting me to take her over the edge and I don't. I hold back. Stopping....kissing....looking for her reactions as I slow it down to where I am almost stopped and her hands pull on the side of my head. Trying to create the friction she wants and desires, and I move my head with her body, denying her of this so that her attitude comes out.
One where she will be relentless, and then, and only then, do I slowly give her what she wants.
My tongue circles again, close, but not touching, tasting, and then lightly flicking against her swollen clit, sucking on it lightly, knowing how sensitive she is, but also knowing that she doesn't want me to stop.
I can feel myself throbbing. Standing at attention and bobbing in the air as she straddles my face.
She reaches back to tease me, smiling as she knows she has me as much as I have her. She won't let me finish until she has had her fill and she changes the tone from "asking" to "telling".
She takes charge, knowing what I want, and teasing me. Making me crave her taste.
Time disappears, and as often happens with someone you see regularly, she has made sure that there isn't someone following me up, so there is no clock watching or time constraints.
I lose track of how many times she cums.....
Three?
Four?
I don't know. I do know that I am still rock hard and I hear her tell me "stop. stop. Too sensitive now."
She is on her back, having changed positions around orgasm 2, so she could lay back, look down between her breasts, as she held my head between her legs.
She relaxes as I move positions, her hand unconsciously teasing my hard cock, lightly, along the shaft, cupping my balls, feeling the weight.
She knows how long I have been waiting and plays me, asking me how much I want to cum.
It turns her on that I get off on her as much as I do, and that selfish side I find attractive.
I shift positions to slither between her legs, sliding up, tongue tracing along the glistening sweat on her stomach, kissing her taut nipples on the way to her neck, moving up to rest on my knees between her legs.
My cock stands proudly before her, her hands holding it as she strokes me, and then rolls a condom over the head, and rolling it down to the base.
It feels like a cock ring because I am so hard, maybe a good thing.
She is still wet, so even though she is so tight, I slide in slowly, feeling the warmth as she engulfs me with her pussy.
I push slowly until I am completely enclosed in her warm wet flesh, she tightens around me so I can feel it as I move slowly, pulling her legs up to rest her feet on my shoulders. My favorite position, whether on my knees or standing by the bed.
I like having a view.
I tend to have regulars that are beautiful women, so I want to look at them in their sexiest state.
Doggy doesn't afford me that luxury.
I want to see a woman tease herself with her hand. Tease her breasts. See her head turn from side to side in passion as she gets closer and closer.
I try to keep things as slow as I did when my tongue was the culprit, but I can't.
She has had me hard for so long that as soon as I start to move she moves against me, prompting me for more.
I grab her tight ass. lifting it up so that I can push deeper, pulling her against me in rhythm with my thrusts, faster....faster....deep....and hold.....holding so still that just the slightest movement as she tightens up sets me over the edge and I explode, my body convulsing and hands grabbing and pulling at the same pace as my fluids leave my body as a rate of speed that I can't control.
I collapse as I feel my legs and ass on the verge of cramping.
I lay over her in a mess of sweat and deep breaths.
"I....need....a....minute....." I gasp.
She laughs.
"So do I. Maybe an hour"
I look at my watch, not wanting to tell her how long it has been.
The great thing is that I know she doesn't really care.
She is in this business because she loves what she does.
I feel privileged and tell her so.
Thanking her as I slowly find my clothes as I need to get on with my day.
That little text of hers has set me back a few hours.
I don't care. I will make it up.
She walks me to the door and gives me a kiss like we were a couple, and I was on my way to work.
"Have a wonderful day." she smiles.
"Oh, I will. Careful with those texts....they are dangerous." I reply over my shoulder as I walk into the snow.
"Text you later?" I hear her say.
"In a few days. I need to recover my fluids.".
I hear her laugh as the door closes.
Fuck. What a way to kill a few hours.
A few hours later I catch a hint of her scent and think about earlier.
I feel a reaction lower down.
"No fucking way." I tell myself as I check my phone to make sure there are no text messages.
I don't know if I could have resisted had she sent me another.
Now some of this can be done with pictures.
Girls should never take their own pictures. Crappy selfies that are blurry, bad lighting, and usually make what can be a great looking woman, look worn out, shady, even unattractive if the pictures are bad enough.
Some of this though, comes from smarts, and experience.
I thought I would write about my experience with a "regular" who can remain unnamed at this time.
I had met with her a few times and the chemistry was great. I could tell by the fact that she ended up giving me a preferred rate, as well as the fact that she told me about telling her friends that I was a client she felt she should be paying.
Now if that doesn't make any mans ego swell......among other things.
I enjoyed seeing her because she never watched the clock, and would slot me into times that I knew I wasn't following someone who left out the back door, or who had to follow me. (You can tell guys if I was the appointment before by the satisfied look she has when you walk in, and the fact she is just plain worn out! lol)
I am hoping that some SP's read these as well so perhaps they can get some suggestions to help them in delivering a better experience.
In my case, I have been pretty open about the things I like. For example, DATY is the top of my list. If that isn't on the menu, I won't be visiting.
Some things aren't as important to me, such as DFK, and BBBJ/BBFS for example. In fact, some of those things are warning signs for me to stay away.
I was only given one dick. I don't want to have it decay away because I wasn't playing safe, or the SP wasn't.
When I communicate, I always ask if I can ask a few questions, and am respectful in how I ask.
If I am getting canned answers, then I will probably pass.
If the answers are keyed to what I like, then there is a good chance I will be inspired.
So in the case of the regular, one morning I received a simple text message.
"I am so fucking horny. I need to sit on your face."
Wow. Immediately I went from thinking about business, to thinking about "business".
I replied, and she played me along by telling me she hadn't been feeling well the last few days, and now that she was, there was nothing she wanted more than to have me come by and take care of her needs.
I love a selfish woman.
In the bedroom.
Something about a beautiful woman who has spent time and effort being beautiful, who wants that to be appreciated.
Well in less than an hour I was walking into her bedroom, with her dressed simply.
Heels. Black sexy see through bra, with matching panties. Lace.
She smiled at me as she closed the door.
"That text got you eh?" she asked.
"Pretty sure me being here right now answers that question." I replied and she laughed as she closed the door and put on some music.
She had candles burning, and some music on. Rhythmic, up tempo, but not so loud so that I wouldn't be able to hear her moans.
I stripped down and laid back on her bed as she was unconsciously moving to the music, leaning over and showing me her fantastic ass, not tiny, but average made sexy by how she was moving, and looking at me like she was sizing up a meal.
I was sitting up a bit and she moved closer, her pussy not far from my face as she continued to move.
"You missed this didn't you?" she says to me, her hand under the elastic of her panties, reaching down, touching herself as I watched.
"I did....." I reply, my eyes not leaving what she is doing.
She continues to move in front of me, one hand teasing her nipples as she pulled her bra down, and then took it off. Her hips moved seductively in front of me as her fingers teased her nipples, getting them harder, and she moaned a bit as she moved forward again.
"Are you going to make me cum? Do you want me to cum on your face?" she asked
"Yes. Please...." was my reply, feeling myself stirring, hard already.
She continued to move forward, then slipped her panties off as she pushed me back, and straddled my hips, looking down at me as she continued to tease herself.
"I don't have anything to do later, so we aren't in a rush." she says as she looks down at me, leaning over to place her nipple above my mouth, my tongue reaching out to circle it, feeling the response as it tightened and hardened, her eyes looking down as she smiled.
I paid attention to each one, back and forth, wanting to drive her crazy so that she would be craving what was coming next.
Ever so slowly she guided my tongue between her breasts, and then had me trace a path slowly down her flat stomach, lower....lower....then the top of her neatly trimmed patch, a perfect landing strip that pointed to the treasure below.
She lifted her leg up to move it over my shoulders, then then other one, her pussy just out of my reach as she held my head still, knowing what was to come.
"Kiss it" she demanded (yes, I do like a bit of "bossy" in a woman) and I complied, lightly, tasting her....sweet.....clean....and I wanted more.
She held my head still as I did, kissing her lightly, and then harder as she started to push herself against my mouth.
Now there was no going back. Muscle memory takes over and I remembered the last time and how much I enjoyed this.
I grabbed her ass, slapping it as I did, grabbing it as I pulled her against my mouth. Feasting on her pussy, lightly, teasing, but tasting, as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I wanted her wanting.
She was starting to get wet already.
I wanted her to make me do it, to make me get her off, not just once, but as much as she wanted. For her to crave what I was doing as much as I do.
There is something that is such a turn on about having a woman tremble by the slightest of touch.
Teasing, and reading her body so that I can bring her to the point where I can feel her pushing against my mouth. Wanting me to take her over the edge and I don't. I hold back. Stopping....kissing....looking for her reactions as I slow it down to where I am almost stopped and her hands pull on the side of my head. Trying to create the friction she wants and desires, and I move my head with her body, denying her of this so that her attitude comes out.
One where she will be relentless, and then, and only then, do I slowly give her what she wants.
My tongue circles again, close, but not touching, tasting, and then lightly flicking against her swollen clit, sucking on it lightly, knowing how sensitive she is, but also knowing that she doesn't want me to stop.
I can feel myself throbbing. Standing at attention and bobbing in the air as she straddles my face.
She reaches back to tease me, smiling as she knows she has me as much as I have her. She won't let me finish until she has had her fill and she changes the tone from "asking" to "telling".
She takes charge, knowing what I want, and teasing me. Making me crave her taste.
Time disappears, and as often happens with someone you see regularly, she has made sure that there isn't someone following me up, so there is no clock watching or time constraints.
I lose track of how many times she cums.....
Three?
Four?
I don't know. I do know that I am still rock hard and I hear her tell me "stop. stop. Too sensitive now."
She is on her back, having changed positions around orgasm 2, so she could lay back, look down between her breasts, as she held my head between her legs.
She relaxes as I move positions, her hand unconsciously teasing my hard cock, lightly, along the shaft, cupping my balls, feeling the weight.
She knows how long I have been waiting and plays me, asking me how much I want to cum.
It turns her on that I get off on her as much as I do, and that selfish side I find attractive.
I shift positions to slither between her legs, sliding up, tongue tracing along the glistening sweat on her stomach, kissing her taut nipples on the way to her neck, moving up to rest on my knees between her legs.
My cock stands proudly before her, her hands holding it as she strokes me, and then rolls a condom over the head, and rolling it down to the base.
It feels like a cock ring because I am so hard, maybe a good thing.
She is still wet, so even though she is so tight, I slide in slowly, feeling the warmth as she engulfs me with her pussy.
I push slowly until I am completely enclosed in her warm wet flesh, she tightens around me so I can feel it as I move slowly, pulling her legs up to rest her feet on my shoulders. My favorite position, whether on my knees or standing by the bed.
I like having a view.
I tend to have regulars that are beautiful women, so I want to look at them in their sexiest state.
Doggy doesn't afford me that luxury.
I want to see a woman tease herself with her hand. Tease her breasts. See her head turn from side to side in passion as she gets closer and closer.
I try to keep things as slow as I did when my tongue was the culprit, but I can't.
She has had me hard for so long that as soon as I start to move she moves against me, prompting me for more.
I grab her tight ass. lifting it up so that I can push deeper, pulling her against me in rhythm with my thrusts, faster....faster....deep....and hold.....holding so still that just the slightest movement as she tightens up sets me over the edge and I explode, my body convulsing and hands grabbing and pulling at the same pace as my fluids leave my body as a rate of speed that I can't control.
I collapse as I feel my legs and ass on the verge of cramping.
I lay over her in a mess of sweat and deep breaths.
"I....need....a....minute....." I gasp.
She laughs.
"So do I. Maybe an hour"
I look at my watch, not wanting to tell her how long it has been.
The great thing is that I know she doesn't really care.
She is in this business because she loves what she does.
I feel privileged and tell her so.
Thanking her as I slowly find my clothes as I need to get on with my day.
That little text of hers has set me back a few hours.
I don't care. I will make it up.
She walks me to the door and gives me a kiss like we were a couple, and I was on my way to work.
"Have a wonderful day." she smiles.
"Oh, I will. Careful with those texts....they are dangerous." I reply over my shoulder as I walk into the snow.
"Text you later?" I hear her say.
"In a few days. I need to recover my fluids.".
I hear her laugh as the door closes.
Fuck. What a way to kill a few hours.
A few hours later I catch a hint of her scent and think about earlier.
I feel a reaction lower down.
"No fucking way." I tell myself as I check my phone to make sure there are no text messages.
I don't know if I could have resisted had she sent me another.
