It’s not that being a solitary practitioner doesn’t have its advantages. Once you have learnt to be truly intimate with yourself, that intimacy can deepen with an intensity that is hard to reach with another. If you successfully split yourself in two you can go anywhere. You and your perfect other. Lover and beloved as one. Narcissism as an art form. With a bit of sensitivity and make-believe you can get the hots for yourself in a big way. Unlike being with a real person, your imaginary one can be totally fluid and shape-shift from moment to moment, from girl to boy and back again, boy with boy, girl with girl, you can be anything with each other and anything goes. Sex as an avenue for widening consciousness, expanding the universe. Sexual pleasure as a science. Arousal as a health practice. By yourself it is easier to concentrate on the actual physical sensations that arise when waking up the sleeping serpent at the base of the spine and guide them gradually upwards through the chakras. To be able to do that with another would be better of course but somehow this has not been on the cards so far. Despite all the goodies that it brings, self sex is ultimately sterile and the longing to be skin to skin with another is always there.

In my final days as a sexagenarian my desperation for touch is getting so acute that the urge to buy me some kind of loving becomes overwhelming.

The nearest brothel has a website which offers a smorgasbord of pleasure: One of the ladies of the night can provide the ultimate girlfriend experience, another enjoys mutual masturbation and oral. There is someone who loves masturbating for an audience, ‘it gets me all wet and hungry for more’. Another one offers ‘naughty or nice, just let me know’. The one who stands out for me is a ‘brunette with smooth olive skin’: ‘I am completely natural and real. Real boobs, real hair, real nails, real eyelashes, real lips. There’s nothing fake about my appearance or personality. I enjoy giving and receiving oral, with the option to come on my beautiful breasts for completion of your time with me’. At 38 she is the oldest and considering my age, if there is to be any mutual attraction, it is good to keep the age difference at a minimum. 

She joins me in the meeting area, dressed in not very much. Sits down next to me on the little sofa and puts her hand on my knee, emitting a sense of closeness, calling me darling:

“I can give you kissing and cuddling, oral with a condom and intercourse of course.”

The kissing comes as a bit of a surprise. Didn’t know this would be on the menu. Am not so sure it is on the menu for me. To me kissing is more intimate than intercourse. She leads me to the designated love nest with an easy going swagger that makes me like her already.

Starts with turning on the shower:

“Let me wash your back.”

Very nice. When returning the favour her skin clearly reacts to my touch and she responds with: “Ah, a human touch.”

We dry off and move to the bed. This is my first visit to a brothel and my sexuality always having been focussed on the pleasure of a woman, am quite worried about being able to get it up. It is probably better to share my worries now than feeling humiliated later on:

“Have never done this before and you being a professional I can’t really expect you to get too excited.”

“But I can still enjoy it!”

“Feeling your goose bumps in the shower did give me a bit of a lift.”

“We’ll see what we can do with him, hey?”

She sits down on the bed in front of me. Pulls me towards her, starts stroking me and kissing my belly. Very sweet but with no effect. After a while she takes out a condom, puts it in her mouth and rolls it out around my failing joystick. Am enjoying the visuals but there is no sign of life whatsoever. After a while she rips off the condom, stretches out on the bed and invites me to lay down next to her:

“Let’s just lay down and relax.”

She puts some lube in her hand and cozies up to me, our faces close together:

“We could pretend that we are somewhere else, that we just met in a pub for instance.”

Looks up at me oh so sweetly:

“Or I could be your secretary.”

This has an immediate impact. Have always dreamt of having a secretary and the way in which she said it implies that she will be totally mine. It surely is that feeling of power that stirs the loins and gives me the confidence to put my mouth on hers. She opens her mouth slightly, enough to let me taste the tobacco on her. Have given up tobacco a long time ago but the familiarity of it gets me strangely excited. No tongues but wet enough to get the juices flowing and am fully hard by now. She grabs a lubed hold of me, pushes her mighty breasts up against my chest and it does not take long for a fervent orgasm to appear at the gate. Have no reason or impetus to hold back and just let it fly. It feels great of course but mostly brings a feeling of relief and am glad for both of us that we pulled it off. The job is done and although my performance leaves a lot to be desired, we don’t have to part with a sense of failure:

“Well done sis!”

It makes her laugh and we settle down with a comfortable chat, her hand playing with my chest hair for the whole rest of the time. Turns out she has Dutch heritage – dark Dutch as she calls it – which may account for the sense of closeness between us. She stems from a long line of barmaids so the ability to handle a bunch of louts and doing this amazing job of keeping a multitude of guys comfortable, while giving each of them the feeling that they are special, is in her genes. Have always admired this kind of woman. Classical courtesan. 

Have an extremely happy evening looking back, re-experiencing her truly professional assistance in keeping my ego intact.

*

Feel pretty good about myself having done the wild thing of going to a brothel. You don’t want to kick the bucket without ever having done so. But it doesn’t look like it’s for me if the woman isn’t into it out of her own desire, and of course it is total anathema to me to cause someone to do anything that is not in accordance with their Will. 

Spend some time going out a bit more, hoping to run into someone compatible. Am not looking for love or a companion, not even for romance, just for sex, albeit sex of a sacred and transformative nature, not so easy to come by. Don’t get to meet anyone as enticing as the woman who got me off in such a down to earth manner though, and the sensation of that bit of kiss does not leave me alone. There was a moment when she looked at me so seductively, her lips apart, the tip of her tongue between her teeth, that the desire for more keeps pulling my mind back to her.

And there is something else: Have always been tickled by Aleister Crowley’s whoring days in New York and elsewhere when he was cruising the streetwalkers there, paying them to assist him in his early explorations into Sex Magick. So when looking for a Scarlet Woman, finding one in a brothel is not such a crazy idea.

She welcomes me warmly and with an intimacy that puts me immediately at ease. In the shower we wash each other’s front this time which is so stimulating that we naturally move into a kiss, which delivers an instantaneous response. She points at it triumphantly:

“He’s a grower!”

We lay down on the bed and talk about our previous encounter. Tell her that it was her suggestion of role play that got me to kiss her which was what got me excited and had made me come alive. She puts her mouth on mine and this time it is full on, tongue and all. It’s delicious and the surge of my passion is evident. She rolls me on my back and moves herself on top of me, covering me in wet kisses all over my face, my neck, my chest, while sliding her genitals over mine with obvious relish. Overwhelmed with pleasure, can only surrender to her ardour which is so vigorous that it kind of makes me feel like being a girl. With her mouth on my ear:

“Would you like a taste of me? She likes to be touched.”

Feel so grateful for her kisses that it makes me want to give her something back by making myself all hers, so pull her hips up over my chest and put her yoni on my mouth. She groans in delight and keeps riding my face, the sounds of her rapture escalating until it bursts into a roar. Giving head to a hooker is not really playing it safe but putting my health on the line to give her pleasure is definitely surrendering myself to Babalon in a big way. One doesn’t cross the Abyss by playing it safe. She slides herself back down, kisses me wildly in appreciation and goes back to riding my shaft. Real or not, the signs of her arousal are quite convincing. Keep holding myself back for a while, enjoying my own arousal before giving her a choice:

“How would you like me to finish off?”

“By riding you like a cowboy and making us come together.”

And thus it comes to pass that by all appearances we merge into a simultaneous orgasm. She is well pleased:

“Wow, that was quite a finish!”

In the perfectly snug aftermath she tells me how for her this work is about making a connection: 

“The money is a side issue. Once that is out of the way, it is about having the best possible time together. We all get lonely sometimes.”

We talk about our circumstances. My life in the bush as a hill hippy. She lives in town but near a koala corridor and has a goat. With my past as a goatherd this is very endearing to me and give her a spontaneous hug. She offers to lend me hers out one day. When getting up to leave she sees me hesitate whether to take a shower or not and teases me:

“You don’t need a shower. The hippy way.”

Definitely feels like we have made a connection!

*

She is out for a coffee. Am escorted to the room by the friendly lady at the reception desk. Comes in in her brothel outfit:

“Hello darling, how have you been? Been a hippy in the hills, hey; been smoking lots of pot?”

“Nah, just once a day.”

Gives me a naughty grin:

“Just had a joint myself.”

Nice to hear. Hopefully it has ignited some energised enthusiasm in her. Can’t wait to get high with her one day, but not here.

“I’ll turn on the shower for us.”

Puts some soap on me and our slippery skins slide into one another. We kiss straight away and am straight away excited:

“It’s so good to be kissed.”

Grab her head and look deeply into her eyes:

“Look at you, your eyes are so full of mischief.”

“Let’s go to the bed and see what mischief we can make.”

Lays back on her back. Sit down on my knees in front of her. Take her feet and put them up against my shoulders. A great position to be in, overlooking all of her delicacies, presenting a good-looking hard-on and she grabs a hold of it. The music through the speakers is a well-known funk number which gets me to make some funky dance moves.

“You’re groover!”

Her legs wide open around my shoulder, her nether lips glistening in the little taft of hair around them. Having had a taste of her the other day has made me ravenous for more and tell her so. Lean down and put my mouth on her clit. She is very responsive and guides me in how to do it right:

“Oh, yes…yes, there…there, go…ah, yes!”

Loud as she is, she gets louder and louder until she gets off through the roof. Am feeling terrific and drink her in. She pulls me up, licks off my mouth ferociously and pushes me over on my back:

“I’ve got to do this!”

Obviously wants to reward me for my efforts. Takes out a condom, puts it in her mouth, rolls it out over my shaft and starts bobbing her head up and down. Visuals are great but again can’t imagine how she can enjoy sucking on a piece of rubber. My erection is losing some of its vigour. She rips off the condom, moves herself on top of me and we dissolve into kisses, her thoroughly lubricated nether lips around my recuperated stiffy. It looks like this is the way we both like it best. Get into the groove until giving way to a marvelous climax and again it appears that she is there with me.

The chat afterwards is definitely part of the rendezvous, deepening our mental connection and complementing our physical one. Confess to her that it has been a terribly long time since my last sexual experience and without telling her exactly how long, that it has put a substantial dent in my confidence. Point out the recently decapitated digit of my left middle finger: “This used to be my clit finger which has always been more sensitive than the right-hand one. Have never really used my right hand for the job. Could you let me practice on you?”

“Sure, but there’s nothing wrong with your tongue work.”

We chat about our families, our offspring, our drugs of choice, their pros and cons, her job. Again about making connection:

“Clients are often nervous, I’m nervous sometimes.”

So open, so genuine, she’s for real alright!”

*

Starting off with a shower is a really good practice. It works as a kind of ritual, banishing the outside world and bringing us skin to skin. Am so bold as to put a soapy hand between her legs:

“Can I give her a little rinse down there?”

When we’re on the bed it is clear that we are both properly turned on. Again put her feet against my shoulders as she puts her hands around my cock. An excellent possie for a chat:

“Besides your kisses and your personality, what I like best about you is your passion. I want to do anything to raise that passion, so tell me what you like better. I know you like me to lick you..…”

She nods and widens her eyes:

“Ye-ah!”

“So is it better for you to lay back and have me go down on you, or do you prefer riding my face.”

“That was good too!”

“Well, better give her a lick, hey?”

Again tells me when my tongue is hitting her sweet spot, she thoroughly surrenders herself to her pleasure, announces her coming, and again it appears that she truly does.

We lay down next to each other, a little out of breath. She is very affectionate. Hold up my middle finger with the missing digit:

“We haven’t tried my crook clit finger yet, can we try now? Look, it looks a bit like a little dick, has a bit of a head with a kind of dent in the middle. Except it doesn’t ejaculate.”

She kisses it, puts it in her mouth and starts sucking it. That’s her alright! Get terribly excited and moved at the same time:

“Oh, babe. Can I call you babe?”

“Sure babe!”

Rub her clit for a while but it is hard to feel where the topless finger actually connects.

“Can I go inside?”

“Yes, it is made for it, doesn’t have a nail.”

The kissing, while fingering her, her hand around my cock, is so delicious:

“It really feels like you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

“I like your tongue, your body is so responsive, it makes mine respond to yours.”

Rolls me on my back and starts riding my shaft. We get into our rhythm and when our arousal is about to reach a crescendo, flex my pelvic floor and hold back while she appears to come again. We slow down for a while but stay in the same position, riding gently, me close to the brink. She:

“You’re too good.”

Our pace picks up and decide to just let me have my peak so we have time to chat. In the aftermath:

“Have you noticed that we haven’t had intercourse yet?”

“Yes, but you don’t like a condom and I like it like this. I’ve had 3 orgasms.”

“Fair dinkum?”

“Yeah, one from your oral and two from riding you. It’s awesome! Next time you give me oral, put your finger inside and you can feel it vibrating all through me.”

“I like it when you tell me how to use my tongue there with ‘yes, there’.”

“You don’t want to waste your time down there, do you?”

Also share with her that when she is on top of me, so full of ardour, covering me in kisses, it makes me feel like a girl which is actually a great feeling:

“I love the feeling of being a girl. Do you do girls?”

She does, although it’s not really her thing. She is seeing a couple on a bi-monthly basis to spice up their marriage. We talk more about role play:

“I am naturally subservient to women, look up to them, so I’m a sensitive nice guy which is good to have as a friend but as you know, a lot of women, especially the yummy ones like you, get more turned on by a rude bastard.”

“Yes but later when the bastard left them with bruises and bills, they wish they had chosen the nice one.”

“Nevertheless it would be good if you could teach me to at least behave like a dom by dominating me first and then switching to submissive which I know would be a huge turn on for me.”

“Well, I’m a sensual dom but can be submissive as well, take your pick.”

When getting ready to leave, she asks how life is on the land.

“Life on the land is better with a love interest. You know I have my little ‘spice up’ in the afternoon. Normally my mind’s ‘energised enthusiasm’ focusses on what most preoccupies me and gives me an enlightened view on it. With you in my life it goes straight to reliving our encounter which, when being turned on, is almost a more blissful experience than the real one. This goes on for a few days and then turns into looking forward to our next one, dreaming up different inspiring scenarios for it. You are very good value. Feel lucky to have met you.”

“I feel lucky to have met you too.”

Tops it up with suggesting to meet up at my place:

“So I can ride you on your own lounge.”

Ouch! Interestingly, have just made my Abbey livable and installed a very sexy new lounge this week, the only furniture there. Had of course fiercely fantasised about her coming over to help me initiate it. Hearing her actually propose it in her own words makes it a real possibility.

*

Her sublime act of taking my decapitated clit finger in her mouth has given me an overwhelming desire to give her something back. Make a trip to Nimbin to buy her a little stash box and find one of a very sexy Eastern lady reclining on a divan smoking a hookah. Fill it to the brim with juicy buds and bring it on my next visit.

“Let’s sit down for a chat before we hit the shower. First let me give you something. When you put the stump of my rude finger in your mouth the other day, it blew me away. That was definitely making a connection, a connection to the core! It even got me to moan ‘Oh, babe’, so you’re my babe now. Here’s a little engagement present.”

She is very appreciative:

“A seductress.”

“Like you.”

Bring up our chat about possible power play:

“What is it that makes you a ‘sensual dominant’?”

“It’s basically about being in charge but more by teasing and pleasuring you than with whips, etc.”

“And for you to be submissive, do I have to be dominant?”

“Not really, just be yourself.”

“Anyway, let’s leave that till later, for today I’d like to try intercourse. I don’t think it’s the condom that is the problem, it is you putting it on with your mouth and sucking on a rubber ducky.”

Tells me that it doesn’t taste of rubber and is really not that bad, and referring to my day-dreaming about her:

“Have you been dreaming a lot?”

“Well, yeah, about you suggesting to put my finger inside when you come and also about what’s in your profile about the option to come on your beautiful breasts.”

It puts a big smile on her face and she seems to be excited by the idea:

“A condom can put a damper on things and it’s nice to take it off towards the end, come out in the open and have your way with my boobs.”

Our open communication has definitely increased our intimacy.

“Alright, let’s have our shower and get into it.”

The shower is delicious and is evidently getting both of us hot and ready. She makes me lay back on the bed and slides herself up and down all over my body, putting kisses everywhere, sucking on my nipples and moving her voluptuous bosom smoothly over my everything. We roll over, she puts some lube over her breasts and guides my shaft between them:

“I show you how it works, it’s called ‘giving me a pearl necklace’”

It is marvelous of course but it’s time to make sure she is optimally aroused and move down to put my mouth around her clit, flicking my tongue in the way she has taught me, and insert my celebrated middle finger into the mix, much to her more than undisguised delight. Keep going until she allegedly achieves her orgasm and sure enough the contractions that ripple around my finger leave little doubt that she ain’t faking it. 

The sounds of her pleasure are even more wild than usual and after she calms down:

“I don’t know whether it was your sensitivity or the idea of it being your special finger but it was so good!”

We come face to face and disappear into our kisses. Grabs my hand and puts the special finger in her mouth, dancing her tongue around it, sticking it out towards me most lasciviously, the leer in her eyes tremendously raunchy:

“We’re going to fuck!”

“Fuck yeah!”

Puts a condom on me and slides my shaft along her outside, our eyes deeply into one another. Her pupils widen as her pleasure mounts and she pulls me inside. Well, here we are, my first intercourse after decades in the desert! Of course the act of actually doing it is giving me a huge feeling of jubilation but something is missing. The condom does indeed cause a sense of disconnection, a numbness, putting up a screen between us. However the erection is holding and knowing that she prefers to be on top, try to roll us over. Neglect to communicate my intention though and Lingam slips out of Yoni and the erection loses its boldness. She rips off the condom and leads me up to her chest, works her craft with her hands and obviously expects me to come on her breasts.

This puts me in the conundrum to either let her deal with the outcome in her own way or to share my Sex Magick with her by ingesting the Sacrament. No matter how tolerant she is, this could well gross her out and she needs to be told beforehand:

“I can only come on your breasts if I can lick it off.”

This does elicit a surprised giggle but she is pretty laid-back about it:

“Well, lick it off.”

Alright, it’s on! Just give myself over to the flow and the music she makes on my organ until a terrific orgasm delivers what’s left of my sperm count on the altar of her magnificent bust. Holler like a stricken donkey while dedicating my self sacrifice to Babalon and bend down to lap it up. It has blended with the lube she used and the taste is delicious. Lick it up with long slow laps from her belly up over her breasts, from left to right and back again. It is quite mesmerising and puts me in ‘the zone’, losing track of time, from right to left and back again, her glistening breasts becoming more and more delectable, her nipples hard. She seems to be in the zone as well, her head back, moaning softly:

“Ah, this is so nice..…”

Have gotten a lot closer to her breasts:

“How wonderful to have finally connected with your beautiful breasts. Was a little intimidated by those formidable bazookas.”

Lay down next to her to talk things over:

“Do you think I’m a weirdo, munching on my own semen?”

“No, I’m pretty broad-minded.”

“Have you ever been with a man who wanted to eat you out after the act?”

She hasn’t and can relate to my dismay with the fact that most people find this idea disgusting, women included:

“Men who give me oral always want to kiss me afterwards to share my own juices with me but no one ever would want to share his own.”

“I kind of see it as my mission to fight this imbalance”, and add my best line and bumper-sticker essence of my work: 

“Giving a woman head before the act may make you a good boy but eating her out afterwards is what makes you a man.”

It gets us to talk about Taoist sexuality and tell her about my experience in withholding ejaculation, having multiple orgasms, and that the alternative to reabsorbing the ejaculate orally is to withhold it altogether and have as many little mini-orgasms as you have time for.

At which moment the buzzer goes off and our time is up.

“We can try this out next time if you’ll still have me.”

“Of course!”

*

Looks like finally having found my Babalon, my Sacred Whore, and a real one at that! 

The Sex Magick with her nurturing breasts has certainly given me a boost. Realise there is a whopper of a story in this. Have been making notes but now that it has a theme and a title, open a new document and make a start. Haven’t been on line for years but the time has come to see what is going on in the Thelema zone. Visit the nearest internet cafe and search for Babalon. She sure has seen a huge revival over the last decade or so.

My own Babalon has changed her usual white lacy lingerie into something black, looking a little wicked:

“How are you?”

Slowly put my mouth on hers and keep it there for the longest time, moaning softly, no tongue, just expressing a tender joy for seeing her which she totally responds to, before answering her:

“Have obviously been missing you.”

Bend down on one knee, kiss her belly and Mount Venus and look up at her:

“Hello mistress, how can I serve you?”

Holds my head, laughing at me, and pulls me up for another kiss. It is not really the time for doing the sub/dom game, so:

“Let’s just be our affectionate selves and just talk. After what happened last time I feel the need to explain myself which may take a while.”

She flops on the bed and lays down on her belly, patting the spot beside her:

“Let’s talk. I liked it the other day!”

This kind of reduces the urgency for my explanation. Since she is still in her lingerie, keep my shirt and undies on and lay on my side next to her. Whether because of this new way of starting our session or because she looks so bloody sexy, it gets me very horny indeed. The talking can wait. Kissing her neck and shoulders, move myself on top of her and place my cock in her bum crack. She brings her hands behind her back, pulls my hips firmer against her whilst squirming her ass up against me and swings her head sideways so we can kiss. Oh my, this is hot! We go at it like this for a while until the need to come face to face takes over. She is genuinely fired up:

“My body is so open to you today.”

It is probably time to try intercourse again:

“Do you want to put a condom on me?”

Move to the top of the bed and sit up leaning back. She puts it on with her mouth, positions herself above me and guides me inside. Very much at ease this time, Shiva/Shakti way, gently rockin’ and a-rollin’. For me this could go on for a long time and would be a nice way to have our chat. But we haven’t got all day and when she starts to get excited again, decide to just let go, enjoy the ride and come in the condom. We disengage, she looks at me happily:

“Whatever happened to our chat?”

Before laying my Pagan/Thelemic world view on her, ask her whether she has had a religious upbringing. She has but doesn’t like organised religion any more.

“So you’ve heard about the Whore of Babylon?”

“From the Bible?”

“Before the Church got in charge of the Western World and indoctrinated the people with the idea that sex was something profane and dirty, just an unpleasant necessity to make babies with, there has always been a Pagan spiritually which held sex in high regard. When you look at nature, everything is having sex all the time, so if there is a Godhead it lives in the sex act itself. In the Eastern World this is well understood and they have Gods and Goddesses in embrace, creating the Universe together. When husbandry was invented around the Mediterranean, people became aware that it was the mingling of the sexual fluids that brought forth the little ones and they had orgies in the field to stimulate the growth of their crops. Through the ages there has been folk that considered their seed to be sacred but had to keep it very much underground, to not end up being burnt at the stake. They were seen as spawn of the Devil, bred by the ‘Whore of Babylon and the Beast Upon Whom She Rideth’. Present day Pagans have owned up to that worthy denomination and the Whore of Babylon has become Babalon, Mother of Harlots and Abominations, the Scarlet Woman. But the effect of the centuries of indoctrination that sex is dirty and sinful is still with us – despite the current promiscuity and porn everywhere – and explains why you never met a bloke who didn’t jump at the opportunity to lick his own spunk off your body.”

Tell her a bit more about the Sacred Whore. That ‘She denies no one and yet extracts a great price: man’s ego identity as an earthly individual’. You can not be in love with a prostitute without handing in your ego. Being one of many, ‘partaking in the spoils of other men’, you know that she gets off with someone else as good as she gets off with you.

We talk more about porn, how it usually ends with the ‘money shot’, leaving the demeaned woman to deal with his ‘load’. It clearly shows that women are still well and truly seen as property and the idea that these days young people are getting their sex education from this is appalling. For young boys to learn that this is how to treat a woman does nothing to help the crisis that manhood is currently in. The magnitude of domestic violence atrocities is crying out for ways to teach our boys how to be a proper man. How to have sex is at the heart of this:

“In our Sex Magick the other day your breasts were no dumping ground. As a nurturing principle they were sacred, an altar on which to offer up my seed to Babalon, the Great Mother, the Liberated Woman, the full expression of the sexual impulse. Have been looking for a Scarlet Woman for ages. Can’t believe I found one!”

At the door, after another copious kiss:

“See you later my beautiful porn star.”

But she does me one better:

“Your Scarlet Woman!”

*

When seeing her again, explain a bit more about our little ritual:

“When I came on your breasts I saw it as you nurturing my creative potential and by believing in it, it worked for me. It got me back into the writing game which is where I want to be. For instance, were I to come on your belly we would be making magickal babies together, bearing the fruit of our communion, deepening our relationship. If you’d want to go traveling I could come on your feet, giving them wings. I’ve been thinking about what it would mean to come in your bum crack. It would have to do something with increasing our power. By being submissive and letting me use your bum for my pleasure you would give me the power, but by licking it up I would be licking your ass which would give that power multiplied straight back to you.”

She is well entertained by my little rave and is stroking my magick wand with a naughty smile on her face. It has made me quite confident and slide myself over her thighs, her belly, her breasts, in a truly cocky manner, knowing exactly what to do next:

“Today I want to come on your belly.”

As for pure pleasure this is the most delicious way, the whole of our bodies in contact, the pressure of her breasts against my chest, our tongues going mad. It is all about my gratification now, she joyfully receiving my lust. Stay close to the brink for a good while, soaking it all up, imprinting a memorable moment before finally letting go.

Again, long slow laps from left to right and back again, left to right and back. Why the pleasure of this practice is not shouted from the rooftops is beyond me. 

At least she is with me, moaning softly. Lift up my head and look at her:

“May our babies grow up strong and healthy.”

She bursts out laughing and totally goes along with it:

“Yeah, of course they will…..and sex crazy!”

We settle in for our post orgasmic powwow, she laying back, me sitting next to her stroking her belly. She is very interested in different spiritualities which is great since it is my specialty. We stay deeply immersed in each other’s mind until the bloody buzzer cuts it short. It is definitely time to address her proposition to come and ride me on my own couch but it is quite a big step to take her into my world. She’ll bring her phone next time so we can exchange numbers and we can take it from there.

Take a quick shower this time. Need to do some shopping in the neighbourhood before going home. The errand takes longer than expected and when coming out of the bottle shop a few hours later, she enters it and we bump right into one another. Of course see it immediately as a direct result from today’s operation to strengthen our relationship so it may bear fruit. And seeing her in her casuals, on her flip-flops, is so endearing that if there was any doubt about bringing her into my world, this doubt has now been blown away. She seems to be just as sure that we are on the same track already: 

“See you soon.”

***