Confessions Of A Male Escort

Sex sells, confesses a well-bred, sophisticated gentleman whose life has changed tremendously; upon him landing his first session in the competitive sex industry. His reputation is unprecedentedly outstanding, owing to his connection to an upscale joint, particularly the city’s best. Even though his tenure spans a little over 4 years now that he is 22, his mannerism epitomises that of a highly trained escort.

Starting off simply as a male companion, he longed to fulfill the needs of beautiful women, making them feel wanted and special. Like many male companions for women in London, he was a gentlemen, which proved popular with all types of ladies. Read the rest of this entry »

Camping the Night Away

Tamara and I had gone out a couple times, but this was going to be the first time we spent an entire night together. We both loved camping so I suggested, half jokingly, that we grab a sleeping back and head into the woods to rough it. To my surprise, she was down with that. In fact, she was extremely excited and couldn’t stop talking about it.

The week before we left went by slowly, but finally the moment arrived. She stopped by to pick me up in her soft top Jeep. She was wearing a tight camo tanktop that outlined her outstanding C-cup breasts. I spent many hours of those first two dates resisting the urge to just reach out and touch them. Read the rest of this entry »

Her Erotic Diary

I couldn’t help myself. She’d left her diary out and left me in her room with nothing but time. She usually hid it, so I began to wonder if she wanted me to read it or at least show an interest. When she didn’t return right away, I wandered over to her dresser and picked up the leather bound journal.

Looking around and not seeing her, I opened to the first page. Dear Tom, I read. I was in shock. Why was her erotic diary started with a greeting to me? I know you’re probably confused, the writing continued, but I’ve been trying to come up with a way to share these feeling with you for a long time now. Read the rest of this entry »

I Love me Some Rollover Minutes

Tabitha’s voice was what attracted me to her. Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t the only thing that attracted me to her. I was also a big fan of her large breasts and her dark red hair. She had this way that she moved her hips when she walked that caused me and other men to literally stop so we could watch her swagger through the office.

When she called me up out of the blue one Monday evening after work, I was a little surprised. I let it ring and answered it as if I didn’t have a care in the world. Read the rest of this entry »

Irish Car Blow

I know it’s not recommended, but it was a country road and the sun was shining down and we’d been driving through the Irish countryside for hours. I was already enjoying the day, laughing at Jessie’s jokes and stories about traveling through Eastern Europe last summer. Her short cropped bright red hair fit her small petite body perfectly.

Eventually, she seemed to get tired of talking and we drove in silence. Mile after mile of the Irish countryside passed outside. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt her hand moving into my lap. I sat up just a little bit, surprised but with a smile on my face. Read the rest of this entry »

Homework Help for Heather

I’d been teaching advanced writing for Penn State for several years, but I’d never seen anyone like Heather before. It wasn’t her looks, it was the way she had looks without seemingly being concerned about looks. I’d told myself as a grad student that I’d never sleep with a student, but Heather was different. She was more than a student to me.

One afternoon I received an email from her inviting me to her off-campus apartment for some help with homework she was having trouble with. I had a hard time imagining her having difficulty with any type of school work, but I replied that I could come over later that evening. She thanked me and said she looked forward to it. Read the rest of this entry »

Her Favorite Things

her favorite things, her favorite toys, her favorite positions, her favorite looks, her favorite acts, her favorite flavors, her favorite ways to savor the moment, to make it last seemingly forever.

her favorite things she liked to share with him when he came over to her house they lost track of time as they explored her favorite things, the things he did to her, the way he felt on top of her, the way he felt underneath her as she rode him – one of her favorite things, one of her favorite places, her favorite spot to watch his face as he got closer and closer, her hands resting on his chest as she leans over and he sees her favorite things dangling and he reaches up and cups them with his hands and her favorite things feel comfortable in his hands but she dismounts and moves to the edge of the bed on her knees, her ass looking at him temptingly, her favorite things being him inside of her in various positions, in various places. Read the rest of this entry »

i too remember her kiss

i too remember her kiss, the bliss of her lips, the pressure of the pleasure
she spread with her hips, with small short and forceful licks, flicks of the
tongue traveling all around, straying here and there for a moment, getting
lost, getting so lost, i too remember her kiss, the way her lips spread for
just a little bit, the tip of her tongue coming out and running along those
lips, the twist, the way her shape fit her voice, the way her voice fit her
tits, the way she moved, the way she owned the room, i too remember
her kiss, and i miss this

i too remember her chest, the way those two mounds of flesh merged and met
creating cleavage worthy of the Smithsonian or some other institute or museum
and those boobs, those mammaries, those delicious globes of skin and her nipple,
the way in which it became erect, her chest, the best of the rest and the way i laid
my head below that chest and nibbled and moved and she moaned and they moved
with her when i entered her from behind, falling down and moving back and forth
rhythmically, i remember her chest. Read the rest of this entry »

her hand and my hand

i awoke in the middle of the night to feel her hand
on my chest, gently caressing in circles, moving
closer and closer to my nipples, then moving
away and the covers soon were pulled back
with her other hand and it seemed like she
had five or six or even seven hands and
they were all moving over my body
and i couldn’t take it anymore,
but she wouldn’t get to the
crescendo, wouldn’t Read the rest of this entry »

six erotic moments

timidly she approached me
tenderly she enveloped me
with kisses she showed me
my splendor and the wonder
of pleasure, the multiple
wonders of pleasure
with just a little
pressure, just
a little loss of
composure and
over exposure of
her body – naked, Read the rest of this entry »

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