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When Honey Drips – A Courtesans’ Pleasure Part 3

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I’m aware that my erotic writings can come off as pompous. I do not want to give this impression, as I’m rather humble. But my instances with great admirers and lovers induced these realities — I never elected to be praised or admired, but fate had it that I am a delicate rose for them..

My loves are well versed in my ripeness, and my admirers quickly learn about it  —  they all know how euphoric our experience will be when I’m ripe. Just like bee’s know the bliss of pollinating the fragrant rose– my lovers and admirers know there are certain times when my fragrance, taste, touch and visuals are simply irresistible.

Synchronous with the moon cycle, I go through a phase of ripening — like a sweet fruit or blossomed flower. It seeps out of my skin, speaking silent words, which say that I’m deliciously ripe, at my tastiest peak. I cannot even hide this secret, as it becomes obvious that my body is exceptionally warm, exceptionally soft, delicate, and exceptionally aroused. This erotic ripeness is written all over my face, even though there are no words. This invisible language somehow conveys that there is silky yearning from between my thighs. My lips, already full and thick, become more plump. My pink flower becomes more fragrant. My bosoms, more tender and soft. Even my soft feminine feet speak this language too. I take well care to emphasize these yearnings, by bathing and grooming so lavishly.

On this particular morning of ripeness, I wake up from a relaxing sleep. My body is warm and slightly damp from a light, fragrant sweat. Whenever I feel this sensual dampness from my body, I remember the times when a former lover begged to taste my perspiration, such as under my heavy breasts or on my neck. Scent is a lovers comfort. Anyway, on this particular morning, I remain lazed in my bed. As usual, I squeeze my large breasts and hug my body as a form of comfort. My breasts feel exceptionally soft, tender, and erotically sensitive. Then I softly squeeze other parts of myself. I put my hands between my legs, feeling the softness of skin and heat between my thighs, and then put my hands over my soft hips. I relieve a heavy sigh, and felt an intense yearning to be touched, caressed, kissed. What bliss it would be to be gently thrusted right at this moment. For the moment, I start to fantasize about my lovers of the past and present. I am reminded of the countless erotic mornings where my lover is beside me in bed — morning passion is my favorite, but I shall write about that another time. Meanwhile, I fantasize about a lovers warm thickness inside of me, I am yearning to erupt. But then, my phone beeps, and I remember that a client will be arriving shortly. Rather than explore by myself, I decide to unleash my arousal on this new client that I haven’t met before. I have high hopes that this client will be lovely, for a ripen beauty awaits

I quickly tidy up my home, and then have a streamy bath. I wash my body thoroughly under hot water. And then I shave my intimate parts to pure smoothness. Afterwards, I lather myself in a fragrant lotion. I decorate myself in all the ways that brought my other admirers to awe. I keep imagining how aroused this client will feel when he see’s me. I can’t wait to reveal myself to him, and impress him with my beauty and seeping sensuality. I observe myself as I stand, how my ample breasts are peeking out of my lacy bra, how my g-string tightly clings to my hips, how my anklets make my legs and polished toes look pretty, how my thick glossed lips look tasty, and how long silky black hair drapes around my exotic face. Before I become too full of myself, I remind myself about what’s most important: being grateful, so I say “Alhamdolilah” for everything.

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And the Almighty answers my heart, as I’m blessed with having clients with lovely hearts and romantic mannerisms. At times, I could be in melancholy mood, yet my day is brightened from seeing lovely clients. The new client finally arrives. He is an older man, very polite and soft spoken. I can tell he has a good heart, which soothes my happiness right away. As we made introductions, he kisses my hand. He then respectfully hands over an envelope with the money for our allocated time. We then proceed to the purpose of our appointment..

I suppose I tease in a very subtle way. While we exchange some introductory chatter, I am fully aware that he is absorbing my voluptuousness, my erotic look. I am also aware that my well-endowed cleavage is on display for his eyes, and that he is yearning to touch them. My buxomness is yearning to be cuffed by manly hands, and suckled by a warm mouth. Without words, I give him permission to touch me, as I gently place his hands on my warm skin. He caresses my breasts, and wants to kiss my lips simultaneously. But I motion him to kiss my cheeks and neck instead. I only permit him a small kiss, without tongue. I do not passionately kiss men so easily. But for this client, there are many other delicious spots where he can taste.

My bra comes off and reveals breasts that are beckoning to be suckled. Like a child yearns for milk, grown men desire my voluptuous breasts like I’m providing the comfort of milk (though I have none). Yet their desire does me great wonders too. He feasts upon them and suckles gently, while I’m starting to lose myself in a trance. It’s not that I’m even particularly attracted to this client, but his immense respect and sweet admiration makes me want to be playful.

After, his hands gently pass over all over my body. He reaches my thighs and then over my panties. I’m fully aware of what potential bliss he might induce upon me. My thoughts are exceptionally vain, because I know he wants to please me. I know he will slowly work his way down, and move his face to my core. His face arrives between my thighs. I hold my breasts while I watch him soothe his curiosity of my feminine parts. He opens my legs, where I am completely exposed to him. I can feel myself moisten as I’m exposing myself. He says, ever so sweetly, “Can I taste you? Is that allowed?” His mannerisms and touch is so delightful that he didn’t even need to ask. But since he is mindful of my comfort, I give him permission, “Yes… please…taste me.” I am deeply honoured when men ask permission before exploring me further, even though it’s not always necessary when I’m deeply aroused. His courtesy only furthers his goodness in my eyes.

He feasts upon me so softly and delicately, and I am melting all over his lips. When I’m ripe, my body emits a scent that makes my worshippers crave. Yes, a fragrant rose who summons the bees to consume the sweet nectar………………..

Rather than divulge into the rest of the details with this client, I will begin with another client who arrived at my home right after. After this new client left, I was still immensely warmed and aroused. Another client would be arriving shortly, a regular client of mine whom I know well. I was pondering about getting out my toys to satisfy my yearnings, but again, I decided to unleash these passions on my next client…….

A regular client of mine arrives. Very quickly, he detects my ripeness by the flush in my face, and he wants to make me bloom more. He undresses me, removing my bra, removing my elegant heels. And then, I watch him as he feasts upon me. Every man has their own unique way to caress my body, and I thoroughly enjoy to see how each man seduces me. He put my soft feminine feet in his warm mouth, licking and caressing each toe. Gradually, his lips move up my legs, up to my thighs. And he dove in to taste me. He gently dips one of his fingers inside my melting honey pot and then he put the same finger in my mouth and said, “Look how delicious you taste.” Fruits are more sweet when ripe. Once my sweet bee felt satiated with my taste, both of us yearn to connect. There is nothing more blissful than feeling a desirable man’s thickness enter the tensed, silky warmth between my legs. Like a bee to a rose, I bloom more..

To be continued.

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The Calm after the Storm – Erotic Reconciliation

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On this eve, I told him that this was the last day, and henceforth I will never speak to him again. It was only to be a quick goodbye. But I admit, one week without his beautiful cock and delicious body was making me crave him intensely.

I opened the door. We locked eyes. We both started to cry. One week before, I was furious and angry. I decided to start a big fight with him. I threw him out. He was innocent, as he’s my devoted lover. But sometimes, I just want out. Only later, I realize how inseparable we are.

Being the respectful man he is, he didn’t dare cross my ruling. After all, he knows how ruthless I can be when I am angry. When he arrived, I permitted a hug. The hug was so warm, that it was impossible to let go. He didn’t let go, as he started to bury his face in my neck. The familiar scent of love. He already knows every inch of my body…

Rather purposely, I dressed exquisitely sexy. My sumptuous breasts were well displayed in an elegant silk gown that clung tightly to my curves. My make up was perfect. My hair was fragrant, flowing and shining. My lips were on full display in a deep red lipstick. And my scent….. seeped out in every motion I made. My appearance was only to emphasize that I was in the mood to be devoured.

But this time, everything was emotional. I, his lady, was telling him that everything is over. Whilst we hug, he started to cry more. And then my own tears started falling intensely. For some reason, both of us believed that this was actually the real ending, the real good-bye.

But the hug made us both weak. Whilst in tears, I found myself biting my lips and clenching between my thighs. He grabbed me tightly while hugging, so my breasts were pressed against his own chest. How could I resist his delicious body, his euphoric scent seeping from his skin? But I did resist. I pulled away. I walked away….with one finger nervously on my lips. I knew he was fully scanning my body as I walked away, as this is why I intended to dress in such a racy gown. We stared at each other. But I quickly diverted my eyes and looked away. He continued to stare. “You look so beautiful baby.” In a rather vain nod, I just acknowledged his comment.

Although I was silent, my intentions were very clear by my eyes. All I was thinking was “Take my body now.” But no such words were said. He knew that underneath my silk gown was a soft, voluptuous, warm, aroused body — the body of his beloved. He also knows that I, his lady, am addicted to his touch. No words needed to be said.

I sat down, and tried to hide the fact that I was deeply deprived from not having his dick inside me for over one week. It’s torturous, as we are addicted to each others bodies. In that short separation, I had felt extreme sadness, and also extreme desire for pleasure. I went crazy with clients in that week, as it was the only way to express all my desire reserved for his body. But he is not replaceable.

He came closer. He sat beside me. He started to smell me, and hug me again. He was still crying. I kept still, silent, and I didn’t move. But I couldn’t stop breathing, nor biting my lips in anticipation. Was it a good idea to continue touching? Then he gave me a small kiss, which meant there was no way of stopping now. Suddenly, we started kissing intensely. After 3 years together, why were kisses on this particular night so intense and beautiful tasting? Deprivation.

I felt myself getting intensely wet as soon as his lips were touching mine. The taste of his lips and the smell of his body was making me lose control. He opened my gown, and caressed my warm breasts, and buried his face in my nipples. “I missed your smell so much baby,” he said. That’s exactly what I was thinking too, as his delicious smelling body was touching mine. Every move he made was exactly what I wanted. His hands slid under my panties, and his fingers felt the slippery wetness that was seeping out. Yes, it’s all for you, I thought silently.

I got up, and he followed me. He hugged me from behind, rubbing his hardness against my warm behind. He then caressed one of his favorite parts of my body — my derrière. He knelt down and started kissing my body from behind. His face was buried in my bottom, and he licked me all the way down to my feet. But on this particular moment, I didn’t want any romance — I didn’t want to be teased and worshipped. We’ve made love and did naughty things in many different ways, but on this particular moment I just wanted him inside me. I missed his hard, thick cock so much. I pulled off his pants. He took off his shirt. I licked his neck and licked his nipples…..oh, did I mention how beautiful was his scent?! I melted just inhaling and tasting his fragrant body…

I laid down on my back, and he opened my legs. I wanted him inside me right at that moment. He was just about to enter me, but he then put his face between my thighs and started licking my pussy. It felt intense, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his cock. I motion him to get up, so he could push his manhood inside of me. I was craving it so dearly, as my pussy was extremely wet and tight in anticipation.

As soon as he entered me, I screamed. He moaned too, which sounded so sexy. Both of us were in ecstasy. I grabbed him tight, digging my nails into his back at moments. The shape of his beautiful manhood and the way he fucks me makes me want to cum so hard. My pleasure is always first, and he fucks me in whichever manner I instruct. As he says, “I know every part of your body baby, I know exactly what you like.” And he’s absolutely right.

The kisses didn’t stop, as we were locked in each others lips whilst he penetrated me. I screamed so loud while he made me cum with his manhood, and I went crazy whilst he continued to push it deep inside me. I scream, “More baby…more…” I still wanted more, but he was ready to explode, where he came intensely. We collapsed on the bed, as if still in a trance. We held each other tight as we recovered from the intense pleasure. Of course, this was only the first round of pleasure, and only a very basic depiction of love-making for us…….as my Sheik and I have explored many different ways of giving each other pleasure.

On that particular evening, my intention of separation was, inevitably, revoked…..

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A Courtesans’ Pleasure – Part 2

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I must admit that it’s quite a flattering feeling when someone is thinking about different ways of making me cum. 

First it was, “How can I make you squirt?” Then later, he said, “I’ve ordered some toys for you..”

Sex toys — in this case, toys that catered to my orgasm. My enthusiasm for toys is mixed — they can be fun occasionally, but they have no comparison to the natural warmth of two bodies giving pleasure. Nevertheless, I love to explore….

The meeting commenced. Our scents were exchanged and inhaled, which trickled the first drops of arousal. Soft kisses at the lips began, which then he proceeded to my neck and ears…

A bag of ‘goodies’ was brought. Yet before the toys got put to use, he performed his beautiful oral seduction on my body. Head to toes, and literally everywhere in between, I become polished by his lips and tongue. He loves to lick and taste, which is perfect for me because I love to be licked and tasted. He lays down adjacent to my feet, where he moans as my soft polished toes enters his mouth. I can see his whole sexy body while he’s at my feet –tight, hard. I feel utterly relaxed, as my feet are being pampered and massaged against his burning warm face. I’m craving for his hardness, I want to lick and taste him too. But he insists to focus on slowly teasing my body. After all, it gives him pleasure to tease me.. 

He then asked, shyly, “Would you like to try the toys?” I smiled, and knodded yes.

He pulled out the small pinky-size vibrator, small enough for tiny, sensual spots. He placed it on my one of my nipples, slowing teasing. On my other nipple, he sucked and licked softly. He went through delicious intervals of sucking my breasts, then applying vibration. His tongue circles one of my nipples, then underneath my breasts, then back up, suckling softly….whilst his hands caress the other one. I’m starting to melt. 

His face got to my panties, which were soaked. Very wisely, he doesn’t dive in to dine right away. He wants to seduce first. This time, he didn’t take off my panties immediately. He spread my legs slowly, and kissed my inner thighs. He licked the sides of my panties. Then, his tongue glided to the middle of my panties, right over my seeping wetness. The anticipation drove me crazy, as I was silently begging him to pull my panties off. Of course, this was his tactic — to drive me crazy. He, then, slowly pulled my panties off,……pulling them off my hips, down my legs, where my panties are nearly gliding off my feet. As my panties dangled on my feet, he saw my pretty manicured toes and anklet. As mentioned, he particularly loves my feet, so he goes back to kissing them and sucking them. While my feet meet his lips again, he covers my pussy with his warm hands. He then kissed me all the way back up to my inner thighs…opening me up, and discovering the magic he’s done. 

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His tongue is exceptionally warm compared to others. The lashes of his tongue, the rhythms and strokes, on my pussy are perfectly synced to my likings. Once he was back at my inner thighs, I was flooded with wetness. I feel his warm, strong tongue taste me. Inside out, around, up and down, sucking, dipping inside and out. What I love most is how we both moan when I’m climaxing.

But this time, we had toys accommodating us. We first tried the toy that specialized in gspot stimulation. He slowly inserted the toy inside of my wet, warm haven. Slowly in and out, he stimulated me from inside. While he used the toy to fuck me, he simultaneously licked my brimming ‘pearl.’ I felt myself squeezing the toy inside me, while melting in the feeling of his warm mouth. I wanted to squirt out my pleasure when I was coming, but I didn’t ….this time. Still, however, it was bliss. 

The second round, we tried another toy. A vibrator, bigger than his own. He opened my legs and put it inside me slowly. He was gentle and slow, but I instructed him to be harder, faster, deeper. I love how my pussy is his haven, a playground. I lay there, open, exposed. He’s looking, feeling, touching, kissing. Watching my face. Watching my reactions. My moans. My shakes. While I’m climaxing, I open my eyes to see his aroused face looking at me, or looking at my body. He’s biting his lips, he’s moaning, he’s brimming with hardness …. this makes want to cum more intensely.. which I did. 

This lovely boy has impressed me dearly, but he is not the only client who gives pleasure…pleasure that I crave..

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I meet with the Sheik shortly after, and I’m filled with desire from my encounters with other men. My love for the Sheik never subsides, as everything about him turns me on. I cuckold him, telling him about the young client and his talents. I showed him my new toys, and explained how they were used on me. He hates to hear it, but he knows it arouses me to tell him. 

His hardness was throbbing. Such a beautiful erect manhood he has, which looks and smells so delicious that it beckons me to suck, taste, and lick it. I want to feel it all over me. My sheik’s skin has such an alluring scent. I kiss his body for my own pleasure.

After seducing him, I take his fingers and put them between my legs. He already knows what to expect. He knows how wet I get from kissing his delicious, hairy body. I especially love to tease his shapely ass. 

When I see his hardness, full and erect, I remember why I first fell in love with him….yes, his size is perfect…….

To be continued..

 

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A Courtesans’ Pleasure

I’ve become overtly particular in how I like to be kissed, touched, licked, nibbled, and….penetrated. It is not just the physical acts, but also the esoteric factors that are important. I assume that I may ‘get off’ by certain clients, but it’s likely they will not satisfy all of my criteria — it’s almost impossible, given the amalgam of my preferences. My lovers set my expectations high, and thus I am not impressed so easily. But I have been floored — unexpected, as always. 

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I assumed his patience would be limited, as he was rubbed oil all over my nude body — how could he not just jump in at the earliest vantage point? But he didn’t. Patience is a virtue, they say. As the seduction unfolded slowly, I kept waiting for a ‘flaw’ in his act to reveal itself….

He brought edible massage oil. Oil, warmed by his hands. I lay on my tummy, exposing my back. He worshiped me at my shoulders, my back, my hips, my posterior, my legs, calves, and then — my feet. At my feet, he knelt down. He caressed his own face using all sides and angles of my feet — rubbed against his immense handsome, youthful face. His warm tongue on my feet, he licked my toes, lovingly and with care. My young dear had expressed his desire for feet beforehand, which excited me. His tongue searched the meanders of my body, saturated in fragrant oil. Slow and prolonged, which only ignited my heat further. It delighted me seeing his arousal being found in his oral fixation.

But, again, at every progression, I was waiting for a potential set back.

I turned around. He now worked on the front of my body. Kisses, soft nibbles, licks, and suckles. His warm face buried in my neck. Every part of his body was caressing me. If his lips were suckling and exploring my breasts, then his hands were caressing other parts, his body grinding softly. It was the same whilst he was at my feet, or between my legs — he used every part of his body to give me pleasure. All whilst, his manhood was fully aroused, brimming — yet, this lovely boy was patient, prolonging the teasing of my body.

After kissing almost every erogenous region of my body, his lovely face had reached the valley between my thighs. He examined me, as if he had never seen a woman in such ‘real’ detail before. I had recalled his correspondance before meeting: he told me that he had never kissed ‘one’ before. He had never tasted the arousal seeping out of woman. I thought, for certain, that I had found my setback. He paused, whilst his face lay before my  pussy. He continued to explore, with soft kisses on my inner thighs and outer labia. He opened my legs further, getting the most detailed view. This was new territory for him, as he claimed. I giggled at his innocence. I laid there, with my legs open, exposed and brimming with arousal from the intense foreplay…..and seeing his sexy face enticed me even further. He inhaled my scent. Then suddenly, my intense longing for his lips and tongue became reality. He tasted me, the first woman he ever tasted. Since he was inexperienced, I assumed he would be lacking in skills. But my expectations were exceeded. He went crazy. He licked, suckled, penetrated and tasted me with his warm mouth and tongue. I was in awe, mesmerized; so many factors made it more blissful than others. What drove me most wild was his intensity — it seemed he was doing this for his own pleasure — my young boy, with his oral fixation. Whilst his warm face was immersed in my ‘honey,’ he simultaneously used his hands to caress my breasts, feet, thighs, and hips. At one point, I took his hands and sucked on his fingers whilst he performed his oral magic. To my amazement, he required no instruction, as he perfectly responded to my moans and shakes. His intensity was bringing my climax to its finality, and I clenched his hair whilst I come……in all it’s beauty. My dear, whom had no idea of the female orgasm. After he ignited me, I took control. I beckoned him how to take me — take me with vigor, instinct. I thought, for the last time, that sexual penetration might be his set back. But again, I was exceeded in my notions. He took me, just as how I wanted — making me cry out with intensity, rawness.. exactly how I like it. Shortly after round one, to my delight, he got to work again — and went back to the valley between my thighs. He opened my legs again, and dove in to taste and lick. We repeated the whole beauty again, and again…

At one point, I exclaimed, “Thank you God, for making men like this.”

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Fruit Fly

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As I tidy my kitchen, I gaze at the fruit flies devouring the juices of my leftover fruits and drops of honey that seeped out of its container…

Isn’t it a marvel of how when something oozes beyond it’s confinements it provokes an attraction; separate entities become bonded as one by this irresistible liquid. For a quick second, I applied this metaphor to our bodies — oozing of fragrant juices, seeping out….ready to ignite the attraction of another. It doesn’t require further explanation as to why some lovers have referred to the valley between one’s thighs as ‘honey’…honey that drips for a purpose.

One day, my lover asked me, “How did these (fruit) flies get here?”

I live high-up, where little buggers cannot reach such heights. Only when the nectar of these fruits seep out do I see these flies appear from who-knows-where….

How is it they, these little buggers, can detect this sweet, juicy nectar from so far away, from so high above the earth?

It’s the simplest, most majestic manifestation of beauty — this magnetic-like desire to feast on delicious juices …that require far journey’s and distances, and, perhaps, even self-annihilation to attain such bliss. After all, the poor little fruit flies are very susceptible to fatality (via human annoyance) during the quest of their desire.

My little fruit fly, once so devoted to it’s nectar…..completely seduced by the scent, taste, feel, the beauty of the sweet nectar that continuously seeps out, that awaits.

Sadly, like the moth gets burned by it’s attraction to the flame, a little fruit flies intense devotion for nectar was cut short and zapped dead.

I understand the longing…..the devotion to an unknown fate….such beauty is worth all of one’s life.

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It’s not obvious, but …

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This soft haven that I am, created and sold, has a history…

It repulses some, excites others… or perhaps both.

How many …

..tongues have searched the skin..

.. times has hot arousal of another poured onto the breasts, the tummy, the posterior…or inside..

..insatiable mouths have tasted the slippery arousal seeping from warm areas..

Just how many phallus have entered me?

Many..

..brands of saliva have coated me..

..fingerprints lay evidence to this sensual past.

These nipples, loved and suckled by countless lips and mouths; cuffed by endless fingers and hands

Yet nobody would guess that this body has been on all fours or on its back spread for countless men.

Every inch of my body has been discovered, yet only one conquered it to render me powerless.

And I think to myself, would the conqueror even know the title of having conquered such a popular destination?

I hide it all so well, this history which only I know.

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The Courtesan: Preparing for a Client in Vain..

preparing-in-vainI step out of the shower, and lotion my body to make it silky soft and soothe. I silken my hair. I apply my makeup with a racy, provocative touch.

I press red lipstick against my soft lips and decorate my eyes with dark liner. For a second, I imagine you are staring at me in all my vanity. How I know it will arouse you to see me so delicate and so alluring. Not only do I look as if saturated in lust, but my scent is just as daring, my demeanor is even more risqué. Its all yours, I say to myself.

Then I squeeze my generous portions of breasts into a silk and lace bra…a bra too small for my voluptuous breasts. How inviting they are…and how I long for you too see me in such a spectacular sight. Finally, I slip on a matching panty over hips that were made to be grasped by loving hands.

I caress my breasts and close my eyes. I caress myself by imitating all the ways you once touched me. I am taken back to a vision of when your hands lovingly grabbed a hold of my soft flesh….and how they were placed onto the warmth of your mouth. My scent is dripping in allure, and how I long for you to taste me.

I’ve prepared my body for a client…drenched in my sensual ritual. My body is ready to arouse, to evoke admiration. I anticipate how a strange man will feast his eyes on my womanly body, along with my reddened lips and eyes. He will be mesmerized by my smile, and he will feast on my enticing curves. But my dearest, I wish it wasn’t some strange man who is granted such pleasures — I wish it was you.

bustyNow he see’s me and compliments my vain efforts. Slowly everything comes off, all my attire. The only thing that remains is the erotic nature of my face, and a very exposed body. Instead of you, it is a strange mans mouth who explores and tastes my body. When he parts my legs, how I long for you to be in his place. So I close my eyes, and imagine that your soft lips are touching my skin.

He is so aroused, and yet I only long to see your arousal. I have no desire to tease him with my ornaments like I did with you, nor show him my erotic capabilities ..no, I reserve them all for you. Yet still I pretend..I pretend as if your touch is what I feel. Take my body and immerse yourself in me. He is left fulfilled and satisfied, while my insatiable desire is left longing…….yearning.

The job is done. I remove the facade one by one, and slip back into normal attire. I put back the jewelry, and fine lingeries. I look at them closely and recite a line I once heard: “What are these pearls for ….if they are valued by no one?”

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