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When A Client Should Be A Date!!!
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Publicado en:11 Marzo 2019 4:41 am
Última actualización en:17 Abril 2024 7:28 pm 11197 vistas
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I really don't care for traveling for out of town clients. Even my favorite regulars wait until they are coming to town, and then book their appointments with me. I've done it occasionally, and usually, it is never really worth the trouble in the end. But there are exceptions to every rule!
I'm not exactly sure how he found me, or why he used me. I mean, there has to be some working guys in Louisville, Kentucky. Anyway, when he wrote me, he laid out his plans, and when he told me what he was offering me to do it, let's just say it was an offer I couldn't refuse.
I drove down, worried about what I might have gotten myself into. I wasn't sure where I was going, or even who I was working with. Honestly, I was expecting a bearded, hairy bear, and I wasn't sure if I was going to be at a house, an apartment, a hotel room or a farm. Turns out, it was an awesome log cabin in the woods, or mountains. Thank goodness, for GPS!
When I arrived, there was a normal sized guy in tight jeans, bent over a grill. I walked up and said, "Terry?" He stood up, turned around, and I was in awe. He was 28, with long, light brown hair, a straggly beard and a slight mustache. His blue eyes seemed happy to see me and his pink lips opened into an amazing smile. He extended a large hand for a handshake and asked if I wanted a beer. Not exactly my choice in alcohol, but when in Rome.
I sat out there and got acquainted with him and made small talk as he finished the steaks and potatoes he had on the grill. We even ate outside, as the sun went down. Eventually, we went inside and gave me a tour of the most beautiful log cabin I've ever seen in real life. I was going to clean myself up and do some light unpacking, but he grabbed a bottle of wine and suggested we hike through the woods for a spell. I was going to be spending the weekend, so postponed my agenda and joined him.
It was a little chilly but nice. The air smelled wonderful, and the stars and the moon were dazzling in the late night sky. I will admit to being a little nervous, not knowing what kind of animal life might be out, but we didn't see any. We shared the bottle of wine as we walked, and when we got back to the cabin, he kissed me for the first time. That was the first time my knees buckled underneath me in years. We sat on the couch with another bottle of wine and make out to some old country music. He tried to teach me to two step, but we just ended up slow dancing. Eventually, he suggested we go to bed, and I slept in his arms that night.
The next morning was the first time I saw him naked and he was gorgeous. A nice chest, somewhat hair, a beautiful hairy ass and a nice looking cock. I walked in an caught him in the shower, and watched a minute before I turned around. I took mine after him and he prepared breakfast while I was in there. After breakfast, we went for a long hike. I felt much better this time, knowing I could see whatever animals might be out there, and there was plenty...deer, rabbits, a raccoon, a fox and even a small bear. We stopped periodically to drink water, and we finally did some real talking. He had broken up from his long term boyfriend, and basically just needed a boy, since this should have been their anniversary. It was at this point that I decided to do away with my plans and let him call the shots for the rest of the time.
When we got back to the cabin, we had our first sexual encounter, in the shower. Not only was he an amazing kisser, but he was almost as talented orally as I was, and it was nice to have a versatile guy to play with for a change. In addition to his kisses, I really enjoyed eating his ass out and him fucking me. We were happy, wrinkled prunes when we came out.
We made it to the hot tub, eventually and again made out over a bottle of wine, before we prepared dinner together. After dinner, we watched of gay romantic comedies over whiskey and cokes. I was rubbing his feet when he offered me a massage. I will admit, I was a bit noisy with the moans and groans, but my neck, back, shoulders and calves really needed it. This led to him fucking me again, and when he came inside me, he plopped down beside me, and he went to sleep in my arms.
I made him an awesome breakfast in bed, which led to a tasty sexcapade and more talking...about him, mostly and how he was doing and feeling as the anniversary was coming to an end. Eventually, it turned into a conversation about our time together, and how much he, and I, enjoyed it! We had shower sex one more time before I left, and this time he was on the receiving end of things.
We made out a little more before I had to hit the road. It was a three hour drive back home. He gave me an envelope with more than we had agreed upon, and a lovely note, telling me what a great time he had, hoping I would consider making the drive again, and that I might entertain him when he comes to Indy!
So if you are reading this, Terry, hell yeah!!! Anytime!!!
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The Lost Art of Romance!!!
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Publicado en:11 Febrero 2019 1:32 pm
Última actualización en:21 Julio 2019 10:55 am 11535 vistas
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The fact that so many of us sex workers get to focused on the act has become one of my biggest selling points, and at this, the most romantic week of the year, I'm going to just run off some thoughts in my head.
Everyone wants to feel wanted, or desired. My thing is...I know what the ultimate goal is, but I think throwing in a few things can not only make the night more special for my client, but it also sets me apart from most of the other guys working today. Call me old school or romantic, but building a connection, or as I call it, a one night romantic relationship, is what a lot of guys need but aren't sure how to go about it.
And no, it isn't always easy, especially when you are expected to perform regardless of who you are getting with. Some of the guys are overweight. Some are beyond mature. Some are less than attractive. But they still want attention, and it is my job to give it to them.
What can I do? Make our occasion matter. Make it special. Make it linger in the back of his mind for a spell. Unforgettable, if you will!
A great way to accomplish this is simply the sense of touch.
Maybe share a hot tub, bubble bath or shower! He will appreciate not having to do anything, but touch you where and how he wants. And a bonus...you can make sure the parts you are working with are clean enough. Afterwards you can moisturize his skin with a good, full body rubdown or massage, and perhaps he will fall asleep. You lay there next to him and just sensually caress him from there. You might also take this time to study his body for erogenous zones, which might make it easier to bring him to orgasm. A slow build up to a powerful eruption usually leaves a man too spend to try again.
Dance is another way. Sure, you could strip and maybe seduce him into a state of lust. I find it better to make him part of the show. Make sure the music is slow and soft. Stand him up and teach him a few moves. When he is feeling it, slowly remove his clothes from his body. Do some long, lingering finger strokes over his neck, back and shoulders. Caress his sides, thighs and maybe even his booty. Compliment his hot spots, like his hairy chest, his scent or his nipples. Heavy guys tend to like their bellies rubbed. Stroke his ego some as you touch his body...which coincidentally is a great song to work with during this time.
And you can't forget the foreplay. Holding or rubbing hands or legs and hugging are always great moves. Most guys also like their feet rubbed, and start with their socks on, in case they are ticklish. And I know a lot of guys hate it, but kissing should be at the top of the list. Pecks are nice if you can't rush into it, but the greater your resistance to kiss him, the greater number of pecks it will take to get the job done. And they don't all have to be on the lips! The neck, ear lobes, hands and fingers, back of the knee and the back are all places to plant your lips for a brief moment. But try to get in at least one good kiss, even if you have to close your eyes to do it.
Soft, sexy sounds are also encouraging. I find it best not to use actually words, but sounds of ecstasy and delight. Though if you can sing, a nice slow jam, ballad or love song would definitely be a hit. Just remember whatever you do, romantic sounds are soft and gentle. When things heat up to sexual, primal and animalistic, you can get loud and crazy with it!
Oh, and don't show up empty-handed. A bottle of wine, a box of candy, some flowers...something that says you gave the occasion some thought before you arrived. Maybe burn a cd you hope will serve as the background for the night. Or if you are really good, maybe a little note, or better yet a poem to commemorate the occasion. After all, if you are as good as I am, he will want a souvenir of the evening.
Of course there are thousands of ways to bring or add a little romance to just about any occasion. So think of this as Romance 101, and your assignment is to use some of it as part of your Valentine's Day. And I would welcome any ideas you may have gotten or may have. Put them in the comments below, and maybe I will be using some of them during my Valentine's Day Weekend!!!
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V.I.P.'s~~~Very Important Patrons!!!
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Publicado en:21 Deciembre 2018 12:55 am
Última actualización en:17 Abril 2024 7:28 pm 12232 vistas
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I absolutely love it when VIP's come to see me. By the time they become one, we've already established our groove and our rhythm. We know each other well enough that we can both have a good time without giving it much thought.
When you have been in the business as long as I have, you can have several. So then you create a priority or favorites lists.
At the bottom of this list is Miguel, and he is really only on there because he pays and tips well and upfront. He has this tendency to overindulge, makes him difficult to deal with. We will got to a nice restaurant, and the meal will be the best part of the night. Then he will want to go to the bars, so he gets a limo and we go. But then he gets so drunk, he wants to host a party after the bars close. So the limo is full when we go to the hotel, between extra guests and party supplies. Of course, he is too far gone to be of much use to anyone, so I play maid and security all night. Or he will go to his favorite local bath house. The men are lovely, but his money isn't much good there (can't buy drugs or alcohol) so unless he wants to pay more guys for sex, he gets frustrated, agitated and not much fun to be around.
Easily in the top five on this list is a sexy trucker driver from Texas, Robert. He usually rolls in on Friday nights and spends the weekend with me. We use to go places and do things...play pool or darts at the bars, go for walks on the waterway, etc. But that's when he discovered how well known I am in the area, and he wanted my undivided attention when he was here. It even seemed wrong to speak to my friends when he was here. It may seem a bit possessive, but it was his money. So now we stick around my house, which saves him the money on hotel rooms. It is now a romantic weekend of bubble baths, massages, candlelit dinners, breakfasts in bed, cuddling on the love seat watching gay rom-coms, and truly enjoying one another. I can live without my friends for a few weekends out of the year.
And there is my sexy ginger bodybuilder from Seattle. Sam and James from Saint Louis. James and Jeff from Kansas City. Dan from Brownsburg. Oh and John from Treasure Island. There are probably a few others who don't kind to mind at the moment, but this particular post is about Duke.
Duke is from Philadelphia, and he has been coming around for about 15 years now. He has some mental issues which make going out and meeting people difficult, but the man is gorgeous. From his gorgeous salt and mostly pepper hair, to his incredibly beautiful feet, I could literally lick him all over. I actually remember the first time he was here, I looked for things to distract me from his beauty, and found three. He is truly an awesome physical specimen.
He is usually another weekender, usually making it in in time for brunch, but sometimes, he will get supplies and stuff and show up in time for dinner, because we tend not to leave the house once he's in. And over the years, he has gone from curious to exploratory to slightly kinky freaky.
I had made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, glazed carrots and pecan pie with butter pecan ice cream. He brought our favorite libations and we had dinner before playing strip poker, just the two of us. After one of us is nude, we do sexual favors for a specified amount of time until the other one is naked too. He was really hoping I would be nude first, he loves me mouthing his monster, but it didn't work out that way. Eventually, we would both be naked and our first session would begin. After multiple orgasms for each of us, we rest in each others arms and fall asleep.
I wake up before him, shower and make him breakfast in bed. Eventually, we would make it to the living room and turned on some music. I let him pretty much dictate what we listened to for a few hours, and then I did an hour for me. Then I put in some stripper music and we did some slow, dirty-dancing together, which led to another magical period of love making. We took a shower together and then we made lunch together...nude. Then he wanted to watch some television so we sipped on some wine and watched games shows and rugby. Then we started wrestling around, but before it turned into another romantic interlude, I suggested we make an early dinner. So I made a salad and he did steaks on the grill. After dinner, we shared a nice long bubble bath and gave each other massages before we went at it again. Another series of orgasms before we took a nap.
We woke up with just three hours left before he was due to leave. He asked for one of my freaky massages. I was thrilled to do it and enjoyed the hell out of it. Then he shocked me by returning a few other the favors I did for him during the massage. He had never done that before, and although it wasn't nearly as satisfying as mine, it was the thought that counted, it was his first time, and it wasn't horrible. We did have to take another bubble bath to clean up before he left though. We made out on the couch, sipping wine until it was time to say our goodbyes. He will be back in March!
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In my Little Piece of Blogland!!!
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Publicado en:5 Abril 2018 8:14 am
Última actualización en:20 Septiembre 2018 10:07 pm 14308 vistas
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Yes, I'm taking a bit of time away from my usual because I am pissed and annoyed by some of the goings-on around here.
I haven't figured out who or how many of you are engaged or involved in the BIG CONTROVERSY over here. But I would like you all to keep that bull feces away from me and my blog!!!
I come here, and I read the blog page for entries that interest me based on the title. I read them, I respond to the s that move me to do so, I write my post and I move on. I don't really care if it is true or not, how many people are reading and all that other crap. I come here for a joyful experience, to read a few blogs, get a few laughs, maybe a cry, learn a bit, maybe think a few things over, write my little bit and leave here in a better head space than I came with.
If you must go at each other, and seriously I don't see why in the hell that would be the case, go for it! Just leave me out of it. My policy for the blogs will not change. I will read what I want, and if you have an interesting post, I will check it out. But don't waste my time with phony profiles designed to knock another, or blog posts out to berate or belittle some else's.
If you truly have nothing better to do with your blog than that, why bother? But for sure and for real, don't bother me!
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Valentine's Day with Couples!!!
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Publicado en:18 Febrero 2018 2:18 pm
Última actualización en:17 Abril 2024 7:28 pm 16216 vistas
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Why is romance so lost on gay guys these days? I don't know, but it probably the biggest reason I can still keep escort on my resume. It is still kind of lost on me though, that on the most romantic day of the year, one would spend money on a third, as oppose to make it the day of lovers it is suppose to be!
I am usually busy on February 14, with lonely guys who don't want to be alone, who want to feel special, and that has been my claim to fame for over 25 years now. And usually they are repeat clients. I may get a few out-of-town visitors, some may even be hot! But rarely, no, I think the term is never, never have I had more than one couple on the day of love.
So my first couple wanted to meet at 2:30 in the afternoon, and when I saw them, I understood why? They were older, like late sixties/early seventies old. The oldest one was taller and hairy, with a huge uncut cock. The younger one was shorter in all aspects, but was the better looking of the two. It didn't take me long to figure out what I needed to do. It was a matter of how to do it, and if I could get it done in the 3.5 hours I had to give to them.
So the younger went to get us cocktails, and the older one was on me like white on rice. Stripping me out of my shirt, groping on my cock and kissing me. I let this go on for a bit, then moved away to slowly strip down to my underwear. he was completely naked and approaching me when I was done. We were playing with each other's chest and making out when the younger guy came back in with our drinks. I made a toast to the two of them and pecked them both on the lips. I sat on the couch between them to find out more about this couple I was to entertain.
As luck would have it, there was real love there, but the passion just needed to be re-ignited. It didn't help that they were both essential bottoms at this point, or that the older one doesn't exhibit physical signs of climaxing anymore. He still feels the sensations, there's just no visual manifestations of it. At this point, i knew what i wanted to do, and literally, how I wanted to leave things when I left!
Because the older guy doesn't technically cum anyone, the younger one lost interest in sucking him off. So I made it a point of making out, being rough with his nipples, fingering his ass and eventually sucking the older guy into ecstasy. Then I had my congratulatory cigarette. This is when the younger one came in.
He informed me that the older one stopped kissing him like he did me. And the younger one missed it. This would come in handy later. And after we finished our cigarettes, we went at it. The younger was a much better kisser than the older one, and was pretty verbal when things felt good to him, like getting his nipples licked or sucked, or his dick and balls licked on sucked. And it didn't take me very long to finish him off.
Then I made another round of drinks and sat between them on the couch. Then I started playing with one, then the other, and eventually moving them together, as I slid to the floor to enjoy both of them at the same time. Once I was satisfied that I had accomplished the state of frenzy and lust I was striving for, I stopped, and started directing the scene. "Suck his dick!" "Pinch his nipples!" I was just hoping they could keep the heat up on their own. When it looked like the fire was starting to burn out, I made them both suck my cock at the same time, as I tweaked their nipples and rubbed their asses. Eventually, I took my cock out of the equation, and made them kiss. And with the pent up lust they had developed, it came out in the form of a hot make out session for the two of them, intense and passionate, as the younger one became noisy again. And we knew it was a matter of time, before erupted again. And the older guy wanted to be the man behind it. I got dressed and watched until the show was over, then them both a real kiss and left!
The second couple, I was to meet at about midnight. I know, the holiday is basically over. When I got to their room at the hotel, I would see what appeared to be a May-December relationship between two bookworms. There would be 25 years difference in age between the older, heavyset professor and his beau, a computer technician and blogger.
I deemed it inappropriate to make my conclusions known, due to the occasion. Despite the situation, my job was to make sure they both had a good time. And it wasn't long before my suspicions were validated, making it even harder to see this ending up as a menage a trois sort of event.
The history and background told me more than I needed to know at the time. Five years ago, the two would meet at a sex party, and the older one gave the younger one the best blowjob of his life, at the time. And they have been together every since. I'm going to kindly say that the younger one was never attracted to the older guy, just in what he could do for him. There is sometime real there between them, but it doesn't manifests itself much physically, and even worst sexually. They don't kiss anymore. In fact, outside of one-sided blow jobs, they have only had sex three times in five years. And even though I was more into the younger guy, I felt like the older one deserved to have a good time.
It didn't take me long to get the older guy off. A few kisses, a few ass pats, some nipple and dick sucking and he was done. I didn't expect him to cry, or confess to me that that was the first time in over five years, he had gotten off without his own hand. And as I was trying to console him, I found myself getting pissed with the younger one.
I went and talked to him. Found out that the older one usually quits before the younger guy gets off, because it takes too long. The three-way was back on, with me directing the calls.
I laid the youngster on the bed, and the professor and I started massaging, rubbing, caressing and touching him all over his backside. Then I let the old guy focus on his back side, whatever he wanted to do. I rubbed his feet and sucked his toes and I saw the professor eating the kid's ass out. I licked his armpits and teased his nipples, and the professor was still eating ass. The youngster was now very noisy, and starting to request his ass get fucked. The professor had never fucked the kid before, and wasn't sure he was equipped to handle the job properly. I made him try, hoping it would be the topper for him on a history making night for them.
Then we turned the lad over, and I let the professor do what he was so good at. I again worked on his feet and sucked his toes. Then I started kissing the kid, and it turns out, he was actually pretty good. Had to get the professor to get some of that before I left. Then as I was licking, sucking and playing with the youngster's nipples, he decided to suck on my cock. Again, not bad at all, and something the professor should check out himself. He sucked on my cock as the professor sucked on his. Then we made out some, before I put him on all-fours in the middle of the bed.
I sucked on the young one's dick as the professor ate his ass out some more. I move the older guy from his ass to his face, and made them kiss as I licked the youngster's taint and balls and worked my way to his ass. I slowly working my way into his ass with my tongue. Again, the young guy started getting noisy, and I asked the professor to shut him up with his cock. The professor met with an unwilling mouth, but I told the boy I would stop if he didn't open his mouth. So he sucked the professor's dick as I ate his ass out thoroughly. I asked the professor to let me know when he was ready to blow. The youngster tried to pull off, but I told the professor to grab his head and hair, to keep his mouth on his cock, as I was about to enter him with my cock.
With all the saliva the professor and I had left in his ass, it didn't take much lube on the condom to get me in there. And shortly thereafter, the professor got loud and shot his second load, this one down the lad's throat, the very first time that had happened. I kept fucking the youngster, giving the professor a brief break before the final climax of the night. "Professor, I can empty this bitch in ten minutes with your help!" I said. The professor asked what he could do, and I said, "Suck his cock!" The professor said, "Oh. That bitch!" and went at it.
The teach is sucking, I'm fucking, and the youngster is screaming like a bitch. But about eight minutes later, the screams were high-pitched moans and five minutes after that, whimpers and panting, as the professor had finally sucked a load out of the lad.
We all made sexual history that night, and I don't know if expanding that couple's horizons and routine is going to help them beyond that evening. I do hope it is the catalyst for a dialogue towards more intimate physicality and sexuality between them. Actually, I just hope they both come to their damn senses before somebody truly gets hurt.
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Favorite Clients of 2013!!!
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Publicado en:30 Deciembre 2013 8:40 am
Última actualización en:12 Enero 2018 5:19 pm 37054 vistas
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As I wrap up the old year and prepare to bring in the new, I have all kinds of lists. Resolutions, guests list for parties, things to get done by the end of the year, Christmas card list, etc. Well, when I was doing my Christmas card list, I had a professional and a personal list. And of course, on the professional list, are my clients, my regulars and the ones that spent time with me at some point this year. Now as you can imagine, there were several I really didn't want to see again, and those that I really want to cum again. So as I was compiling that list, I came up with my favorites over the past year. I'm only using first names though.
Terry was an out-of-town visitor who spent some time with me this summer. I only remember three things about him though. He was a little on the heavy side, he was very hairy (a plus with me) and he was an excellent tipper, so I had to put him on the list.
Ryan was a hairy, young, chubby guy who basically didn't want to spend Halloween alone. He was actually quite a bit of fun, once he loosen up a bit. I also remember him make a huge mess, in a good way, being a decent kisser, and attempting to give me a massage as we slow-danced.
Tom was an older, sexy hairy guy from out of town who just wanted an all-nighter in his hotel room. He was something of a spoiler, but not great with gratuity. Still, it was a memorable two nights and boy can he rim an ass!
I remember when I first saw Jeff, I remember thinking, he was the kind of man I'd like to date. Older, well built, hairy, sexy, great ass, nice cock and a terrific kisser. Then he took me out for a nice dinner, some dancing and some drinks, before retired to the room and rocked each other's world. He too was from out of town, but tipped me well and even bought me breakfast before boarding the plane. He's been here twice since there and I've enjoyed every minute.
Michael is the only one I traveled to see this year. He said he was in a bit of a bind. I remember him because the appointment lasted twenty minutes, but he gave me twice the agreed upon fee. I was also a little disappointed because he was so damn hot, I would have like to have spent the whole time with him. But he just wanted to get his rocks off, so I played with his hairy chest and nipples, did two of the things I know I'm good at, and he was done.
Richard is my only regular who uses me two or three times a month. I guess because he is in town, single and has health issues. But hey, he's still hot, he cums a lot and he has a great ass and cock. He doesn't tip anymore, but I just consider that his frequent visitor discount.
Patrick is probably my sexiest out of town guy, which must be saying something because he shaves his body hair. A great sense of humor, a beautiful ass and great face, he only comes once or twice a year, but it is always a pleasure to see him.
Tim is only of two guys on the list that I actually knew before I saw him. Back when I was in retail and restaurant management, he was a regular customer of mine. So imagine my surprise when the door opened and it was him. Even more surprising to me was how nice looking he was with his clothes off. Nice chest, that he shaved, an ass you could eat for hours, and a cock that leaves quite an impression. He was so impressed with my services that he referred his other half to me later. When I first met Tim, his other half was sweet and sexy as hell. And although his current man wasn't as hot, he was attractive and very sweet and they rewarded me well for my effort.
Skyler was a 25 year old military guy who was just dreamy all over. And as the saying goes, he was "young, hung and full of cum." He came when I ate his ass out. He came when I fucked him. He came when I sucked him. I know he came five time before the date was over. The Army was looking for a few good men, and they found one in him. I know he went back to the Middle East, but I hope he comes again when he returns.
And lastly, Tom is the other one I knew before he became a client. I've worked at several bars in the city, and his other half was a frequent patron of one of them. Truth be known, I was crushing on both of them at the time, but I rarely saw Tom. His other half, on the other hand, and I became pretty close. And although the interest and the chemistry was there, we kept things mostly platonic. So I was pleasantly surprised when the door opened and it was Tom. And my first thought was, let me see what I have been missing. Hot Damn! There is nothing wrong with him but that he is taken by a friend of mine. But for a few times, I got all of the benefits and none of the drama. You name it and I did it to him. Like a fantasy became reality, I tell you. Now, if I could just be the anniversary present for them next year, I would make one hell of a dark meat sandwich!
Let me remind you again, just because you saw your first name on here doesn't mean you have had none of this sexual hot chocolate with whipped cream and nuts! But if you think you read about yourself in here, remember there are only five dates marked in the calendar next year, and I'm doing it first cum, first serve, unless you're hotter than 98 degrees!
Here's wishing all of my readers a safe, happy and successful 2014!
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Christmas Ain't The Only Things Cumming!
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Publicado en:15 Deciembre 2013 7:18 am
Última actualización en:26 Deciembre 2013 9:12 am 35549 vistas
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I'm not always a fan of this time of the year. It just seems to me that there is so much to be done, so little time to do it all, and so much money spent. So I usually fine myself just going through the motions, getting through the rituals, and hoping that some part of the holiday season will hit me right.
So far, it has not gone well. I've been too damn busy to do much decorating. My down time these days are spent baking, playing Christmas carols and working on Christmas cards. I have two batches of course, business and personal. For the business ones, I come up with something cute and catchy, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, may we keep in touch in the coming year, and then to my favorites and some of my regulars, a gift certificate for a free session. My personal ones take forever, because I'm known for my way with words and I have to make each individual cry while reading it, either from laughing or for the sentiments inside. I learned a long time ago that when you are in a business like mine, you take every opportunity to let the people who truly matter in your life know you love and care for them. Like my homemade baked goods don't say enough! lol
The thing I miss most though is my memory tree. It is my Christmas tree with just lights and ornaments. Thanks to Kinko's, I have turned some pictures into ornaments, and there are handmade ornaments from friends, and ornaments that have an amazing story behind them. Usually, I find time to play my favorite Christmas carols, sip on a couple of cinnamon tequila, Bailey's, 151 and coffee, sit back in my Queen Anne and just reminisce. I haven't managed that one yet, but I will at lease get some of the ornaments out and hang them around the house.
Shockingly though, some of my favorite out of town clients find themselves here for the holidays, and that, I'm really looking forward to. My hot, hairy, sexy cowboy from Texas is coming, and he always spoils me rotten. The personal trainer from Arizona will be around for a spell, and I'm really looking forward to getting in touch with him while he is here. My regular redhead client in Seattle will be returning home for the holidays. There is actually a fascinating story behind him, but we will save that for another time. My former personal trainer from North Carolina will be here as well. It will be nice to not just look at their pictures this year.
And of course, the extra bills of the holidays will need to be paid, so I will be working in the other clients as well. I hope they believe in the whole stocking stuffing thing, because I hung a stocking on the door. Hopefully, it will get stocked with checks and tips. The plan is to empty it on New Year's Eve, after I have completely wrapped up 2013. I'm slightly superstitious, so I try to bring in the new year the way I want to spend most of it, happy, healthy and with some money in my pocket. For the most part, it has worked!
So as I said, it will be another interesting end of the year. Busy as hell, glad it is nearly over, anticipating what is coming in the new year and hopefully, the rituals will do their magic one more time.
I just want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and an amazing 2014!
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