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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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Sex and Beyond

Before I entered the world of high-class prostitution, I had virtually little sexual experience with others. However, I was deeply sensual and curious. Back then, in my late teens, I didn’t even know that a man could bring me to orgasm. For one thing, bringing myself to orgasm used to take a lot of effort. Little did I know that some men make it their goal to spend a great deal of time giving pleasure.

I often feel that being a prostitute has made me a very passionate lover. I really love sex (only with those I love and/or have chemistry with, of course). I am fortunate that my facade (the exotic and busty girl-next-door) attracts a lot of romantic clients, clients who get pleasure in pleasing me. It is some of these clients who’ve taught me about the wonders of my body, and what feels good.

When I was around 19, a gentleman, who happened to be a client, gave me my first non-self-induced orgasm (previously, I had my first orgasm by myself). I learnt that pleasure-giving-men know how to make a woman feel relaxed — and most importantly, they are patient. He spent such a long time kissing nearly every inch of my body, edging me and teasing me purposely. In fact, he purposely teased me by avoiding my most sensitive areas. By the time he reached my nipples, my valley was flooded with arousal. Once his tongue went between my inner thighs, I was intensely aroused. Coming with his warm lips and mouth was bliss. After him, it gradually became easier to come with talented men. My ex-fiancee in particular made it his duty to make sure I always have intense orgasms, in any fashion that I desired.

I have always been a very aroused lady. As I wrote before, the ironic thing about being a courtesan is that ‘work’ sex makes me crave ‘real’ sex. As mentioned, some clients (regular clients that I know well and trust) can make me orgasm. However, the reality is sex for ‘work’ doesn’t do much for me. A client who makes me orgasm does not make me lust for him necessarily. While I may get pleasure from a client, my feelings can remain indifferent since there is no love. However, a man that I genuinely desire, who makes me orgasm, entices me to be playful and heighten our pleasure. There are no sexual boundaries with someone I love.

A fellow escort once ridiculed me angrily, because she found it ‘disgusting’ that I could get pleasure from some clients. Ironically enough, when escorts socialize together it is actually ‘uncool’ for an escort to admit she enjoys sex with some clients. Most sex workers I encounter do not ‘get off’ with their clients, and can’t even conceive of the idea. Even more ironic, escorts judge each other as ‘whores’ depending if she enjoys her clients or not. Paid-sex is typically ‘mechanical’ between working girls and their clients — the sad reality is most girls are doing this for the sole purpose of money. Just because a woman sells her body does not mean she’s discovered the beauty of pleasure or has discovered her own sexuality (sadly) — I think a lot of people do not realize this about prostitutes. On the contrary, my personal experience only reflects a small minority of prostitutes, who try to make the best of work and enjoy clients when possible. If a man is respectful, impeccably hygienic, discerning and generous, then I may let him seduce me (within limits, of course).

‘The girlfriend experience’ is a term working girls use to describe an ‘extra’ service. Regular service with a client consists of sex with a condom, blow-job with a condom, no kissing, no touching or licking her pussy. The ‘girlfriend experience’ on the other hand includes kissing and allowing the man to perform oral sex on her — in other words, sex that’s similar to being with ones girlfriend. Additionally, no high-class working girl has sex without a condom, unless she is insane. Any form of unsafe sex among high-class prostitutes is looked down upon, and deeply condemned amongst the working girls ‘codes of ethics.’

So despite my rant on safe sex, I contradict myself because of my actions with the Sheik. Technically, the Sheik is a client because he pays for our time. However, he is also my lover and friend. The sex we have has no limits, because it’s emotional and based on love. It is the strangest and most confusing scenario I’ve encountered, the Sheik and I.

My hormones are raging this week. I am flushed with desire. I can’t wait to see the Sheik and unleash these desires.

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