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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 emotional factors that are important when connecting with another person. 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, indeed

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I assumed his patience would be limited, as he 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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Smell Fetishes: The Allure of Body Scents / Odors

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Indeed it is the 5 senses (touch, taste, smell, hear and see) along with mental stimulation that makes great intimacy and love. In the sex industry, clients often focus on stimulating one or multiple of their senses. One sense that many clients desire for sexual arousal is: satisfying their ‘scent’ sense. Artificial fragrances, such as perfumes, are only one part of the scent desire, but natural scents are what heighten arousal. One of the first things most clients do when we meet is embrace me in a hug, which instantly they detect my fragrance and natural scent.  This is usually followed by them starting to kiss and lick my body, from my neck, lips and breasts. Then gradually, they will taste their way around the meanders of my body. The common pattern is kissing and tasting her body, from her neck to her breasts or between her legs. For some, scent by-way-of-tasting is secondary to sexual penetration. For others, scent is the main feature of a sexual encounter.

Some men have a desire for scent that goes beyond the conventional; it’s essential to their arousal. Often, they exceptionally desire the ‘taboo’ areas. The ‘taboo’ areas could be the feet, the underarms, the anus and buttocks, etc. Of course, they are only ‘taboo’ in the sense that they are unrecognized/unacknowledged in popular discourse on sexuality. In Western medical discourse, this ‘smell’ fetish is known as olfactophilia. Though, I disagree that it should be categorized as a ‘condition’ or something ‘strange.’ If anything, the ‘taboo’ areas are extremely erogenous areas that can bring great pleasure. Sadly, a lot of people feel embarrassed about their ‘unconventional’ desires. For some men, it’s often easier to express these desires with a prostitute rather than their own wives or partners.  I’ve had men who specifically requested to lick my ass, or ‘worship my booty’ as one client says. Some men like to lick this area whilst performing oral sex, and quite honestly, I love it.

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The other day, I was laying on stomach on bed, completely relaxed. A married client of mine was kissing my legs, working down to my feet. He started kissing my feet and then said, “There is a lot of sex at the feet.” After, he proceeded to lick between my toes. Before he feasted on other regions of my body, he would stop for a brief moment to inhale my scent. He would inhale it as if it had an intoxicating effect, and then he would dive in and taste. He made sure to put extra attention in all the taboo areas, especially between my legs and between my bum, which excited me past my tipping point. Experiences like these compel me to ponder: why the fixation on odor? For some, it is the allure of social stigma, the ‘taboo,’ which drives their excitement; it’s this idea of being in a subordinate position. For others, it is more biological where the scent, alone, triggers sexual gratification. I recall my ex-fiance requesting to lick the sweaty parts of my body after I just finished exercising. For him, it was very erotic, which I, now, understand his attraction to natural odors.

The most memorable ‘scent’ client I had was a young 19 year boy I met while I was working overseas for a short trip. I worked at small high-end brothel establishment for a brief few weeks. I met him on my first day, and then he insisted to book my entire shift whenever I worked. Our last encounter was an 8 hour booking, which he enthusiastically paid for each portioned hour. What makes him memorable, in an odd sense, is that we never had sex. I saw him numerous times until the end of my holiday, and each time his main desire was two things: my companionship and my ‘taboo’ areas. Most ‘scent’ driven men usually want intercourse alongside licking and tasting, but this particular client was different. He was completely satisfied with kissing and licking my hands, feet, between my legs and my buttocks. I would lay on my tummy, and could simply relax while his face was between the cheeks of my posterior. To be quite blunt, he loved to bury his face in my buttocks and lick my ass. At the same time, he was also impeccably respectful and he always asked permission first. His desire puzzled me back then, but now I understand his attraction to scents.

In my own preferences, scent is one of the essential components of sexual chemistry. Scent is what ignites my desire to reciprocate. Scent has a lasting affect, which makes me long for it after wards. However, in terms of clients I seldom desire to indulge in their scents, unless I’m really attracted to them. Rather, my scent desire is reserved for someone I love. Scent is beyond just perfumes or ointments, but rather it’s the addition of natural scent that is unique to each individual. It cannot be simply mimicked by artificial means, because the natural scent of another person is part of the phenomena of sexual chemistry.

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