Orgasms

(Because this blog can’t be all work and no play!😉 WARNING: Explicit language. Please do not read if you are offended by such matter or are under 18. And this is not meant to be literary perfection- it is simply my reflection on a perfect afternoon.)

So I recently flew to California at the request of one of my favorite clients. He’d suddenly had a day open and all to himself, and he suggested I join him in the country for an afternoon of decadence. He’d reserved a room for the day at a resort in an idyllic location with a breath-taking view of rolling hills covered with oak trees. He said he had a special treat to share with me- someone he promised I’d like.

My client- we’ll call him Bob- is seriously one of the two best lovers I have ever had. Every time I leave his bed, I ponder the fact that I’ve just been paid to have some of the best sex of my life. He’s passionate, incredibly fit, and the perfect combination of animal and man. He is as interested in my pleasure as he is in his own- actually, my pleasure is his own. And of course, vice-versa. His kisses are like butter…his touch  electric, arousing, and adept. And he adores women- every inch of them.

So I arrived for our lunch date in a very feminine sundress at noon on a glorious sunny California summer day, and Bob had just said goodbye to the room service waiter. I always catch my breath when I first see him: at once my body remembers his touch and reacts with a delicate ache in my groin followed by the swelling of my vaginal lips and an involuntary surge of moisture. He smiled his beautful smile, took me in his arms, and encouraged yet more moisture with his deep and hungry kisses. I could have had him right then and there, but I didn’t want to be greedy, as I knew another guest would shortly arrive.

Our lunch was spread out on a table on the deck overlooking the hills: wine, cheese, crackers, fruit, caviar, smoked salmon, bread, olives, nuts… all foods that could be eaten from each other’s fingers. He poured me a glass of chardonnay, and we toasted the beginning of a wonderful adventure. At about that moment, the doorbell rang, and he opened the door to a gorgeous brunette- the special treat he’d promised. This would indeed be a fun afternoon.

The brunette (we’ll call her Danielle) was another companion I’d wanted to meet for some time, and during lunch we got to know more about each other. She was just delightful, and with every sip of wine and bite of cheese, the sexual tension grew. She was waif-like and willowy, with long legs and a tiny little waist, and mesmerizing blue-green eyes. I very much looked forward to kissing her. I watched her lips intently as she told me more about herself.

I wasn’t wearing panties, and my moisture increased. I decided to initiate the physical interplay by pushing Bob back on the chase lounge and unbuttoning his shirt. Danielle was quick to join me and together we had him nude in seconds. We then began undressing each other- sensuously, slowly, deliberately- purely for his benefit. She and I finally kissed. She was delicious. We engaged in a three-way kiss with Bob, and made our way to the shower built for at least two people…probably more.

As the afternoon progressed, I lost count of all of my orgasms. I kept coming and coming- with his tongue, her tongue, her fingers, his fingers and tongue together, his cock, his thigh, his cock, his cock- and multiples- so many multiples. Does each orgasm in a multiple count as a separate orgasm? She came too; both Bob and I had the pleasure of eliciting moans of delight from her. When Bob finally came, it was inside of me, and I felt each throb as his cock explosively released his pent-up desire. I came again.

We lay there- a spent, sweaty threesome- caressing each other and enjoying the afterglow of a perfect romp. More stories, more wine… and we ordered room service again because we’d worked up a hunger. Food is always a perfect accompaniment to sex.

In the end, we’d had each other on the bed, on the deck, in the shower, in the bath, and Bob came at least 4 times, Danielle several more than that, and I’d lost count at 30 something. We ended our afternoon tryst in the early evening by bathing in an oversized tub by candlelight. More stories, more sharing, more caresses, more kisses, exquisite after-glow.

Seven hours after our first kiss that day, Bob dressed, collected his belongings, and gently kissed both Danielle and me on the lips as he made his way to the door. He promised we’d do this again, and that he might invite another lady to join us next time. We suggested he invite two more.

Danielle and I stayed on in the hotel room, enjoying each other’s (physical and intellectual) company about an hour longer, and finally she also had to take leave of me.

I wasn’t due to fly out until the next day, so I spent the evening lost in the memories of an unbelievably decadent afternoon. Bob is sexual perfection, and I still can’t believe I am paid for the pleasure of his company.

15 Responses

  1. Now that was positively delicious!

  2. You have a good client, Fiammetta🙂

  3. What a load of crap. This reads like a letter to Penthouse magazine.

    Let’s just look at the reality. If Bob was really all that, he wouldn’t be paying for sex. There’s a whole lotta free booty out there in the world for great looking guys who are fabulous in bed. Lots of beautiful women would hit that for free with no strings attached, honey.

    This is pure fiction. Part of the “happy hooker” mythology I would imagine.

  4. ******BREAKING NEWS****

    Some of us are actually happy.

    It’s always nice to see our reality discounted, yet again. (rolls eyes)

  5. This is what’s known as “a great client.” There are a lot of these guys out there. They tend to enjoy sex workers because we have no drama and no strings with them — unlike civilian women who would want to marry them or change them in some fundamental way.

    Pleasure for pleasure’s sake. I don’t know why some people have a problem with it.

  6. That is some old school thinking. Chicks don’t want no more strings than guys do. All my friends are hot and under 24 and the dudes we have sex with had better not get all serious up in our face. Sorry old girls you have become redundant. There’s plenty of string-free sex for all.

    What you all are doing actually messes it up for the rest of us. Guys think we’re whores just cause we want to dress up and dance and have a good time. We have to convince them we don’t want their damn money we want their bod. It’s a new age little mamas.

    Selling sex is nasty. Free sex is where its at.

  7. To each their own—-maybe some think giving it away for free is nasty.

  8. We’re not giving away anything. We’re taking pleasure.

    If I’m in the middle of doing a guy and I get bored, I can push off and call it a night. Whores can’t do that. You give up all your power and individual humaness when you sell your body. You got to finish your JOB. I’ve got friends who sell it and they are a damn mess and going down fast. You lose your power when you sell it. Period.

  9. You have serious misconceptions about the sex work transaction.

    Re: comment about guys earlier: perhaps it’s societal stigma and media representation that lead those men to act that way. I know a lot of sex workers, and I’m hard-pressed to come up with one definite way in which they all dress. So, that logic makes no sense, and just sounds like a misinformed person’s belief in stereotypes and whore stigma.

    Oh, and not a single one of my friends today is ‘going down fast’ because of their participation in the sex industry.

    I didn’t lose anything, I gained intense power because I can walk away, I do set my own rules. I reserve the right to call it off at any moment.

  10. Seriously:

    Love is free, but sex is not.

    Bob could supposedly get some “free booty”, but he would still have to wine-and-dine, and provide his platinum card for shopping and other amenities.

    And you know it.

  11. Seriously,

    What the hell are you here for? To stick out your tongue at us and go “nyah, nyah, nyah — I’m better than you?”

  12. JESSICA, thank you! It was a delicious day, but those days are far too rare!

    SUSAN, yes- Bob is a stand-out guy as far as my clients go. I love them all, but I love AND lust after Bob. I salivate simply thinking about him.

    AMANDA, you’ve far more patience than I.

    SERIOUSLY, dear, I understand your issues. But you’re only young and perhaps you’ll understand some day. I’ll wait until then to engage with you, so neither of us wastes our time.🙂

  13. Who cares if it is true or not? It is great reading material! Stop being so petty and enjoy the beauty of pleasure.

    I’ve been on both sides of free and paid ‘booty’ and to be completely honest, they are both fabulous. No strings attach, sans drama, is available on both sides of the aisle.

    Power? Sex is empowering and even powerful sometimes. Don’t confuse power with personal control. I have walked away from clients and boyfriends because of a bad vibe, disagreement, or bad hygiene, for that matter, regardless of being a whore and being ‘on-the-job.’ I am in control of my body. No one can take that away from me. I don’t owe anyone anything. They can keep their money and gifts. I ALWAYS come first.

  14. Excellent points, Anonymous. Thank you for posting!

  15. And being objectified can be fantastic if you like it. I love it in the appropriate context. I’m a dancer and enjoy being objectified. I’ve had customers call me names *but* give me lots of money to do so (which I insist on). If they call me names (IE: “You’re a fucking whore”) and gave me little I walk away and deliver my own tasty verbal. Being objecified and appreciated feels vastly different from being objectified and disrespected.🙂

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