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Sunday, August 16th 2020

Going for a Ride

I was walking back from the beach to the hotel when it happened. The roar of a sports car came nearer and nearer and then a sudden screech of brakes. ‘Would you like to be driven to where you are going rather than walk there?’ I turned.

I could sense that the driver’s eyes were moving from my hair, which had tumbled over my shoulders, all the way down to my feet, pausing at significant parts of my body. He spoke with a southern Mediterranean accent. His lips were parted, waiting for my reply.

‘What I would really love is for you to drive the car to a beach and then for me to ride you,’ I replied coolly. ‘Good,’ he replied. ‘But you must promise that you will ride me as fast and as furiously as I drive.’ ‘Of course,’ I said, as I eased myself down into the car.

I took off the silk wrap which I was wearing over my skimpy bikini. I was thrust back into the seat as he accelerated away. Soon the dial showed we were doing 150 mph but still he drove faster. When it hit 180 I told him that a secluded beach was nearby. He nodded. Soon he had slowed and parked there.

Not a soul in sight ‘Here,’ he said. ‘Ride me as you promised.’ Stripped before we had time to breathe, he lay, his throbbing rod pointing upwards. I spread my legs, squatted on him and then rode him at 200 mph. He roared like the roar of his car.

‘You fuck faster than I drive,’ he said. And with that, he passed out with delight. And so did I.

Thursday, June 18th 2020

Unlocked, locked in

'What is unlocked and locked in?’ you ask. Let me tell you.

I unlock the door of my stylish home. You enter. Within, all is elegance. I lock the door. We are now locked in. Alone. (Unless there are two of you. As they say, ‘Two’s company but three’s fun.’ But let’s stay with just you and me.)

I am dressed or as undressed as you want. As I lead you up my stairs - my toned derriere moving side to side before your gaping eyes and mouth – your heart beats faster in anticipation. We sit and drink chilled wine from our glasses or, if you prefer, from each other’s mouths. The choice is all yours. You have come for pleasure and I am here to please. Locked inside, shall I lock my mouth to yours? Ah, it is so sweet to taste your lips, your tongue, and all inside your mouth. I love, oh I love your tongue inside my cheeks...

I ‘unlock’ your body from the clothes which hide your manliness from me. My long legs are like an unlocked door which opens wide, oh, so, so wide. You feast your eyes upon my lower open ‘mouth’ before feasting your lips and tongue upon its wetness. Mmm. I so love you licking, sucking and tasting my clit and feeling your tongue inside me.

Whichever you please. Refined or raunchy. Delicate or decadent. Demur or debauched.

I return your favour and feel your swollen cock touch my throat. Oh, that is sooo good. I want you inside me. Your body is imprisoned between my legs as I close my thighs tightly round you.

We moan and groan and glow with inner peace.

Monday, March 6th 2017

The allure of body scents

Indeed it is the 5 senses (touch, taste, smell, hear and see) along with mental stimulation that makes a great intimacy.
One sense that many clients desire for a sexual arousal is: satisfying their ‘scent’ sense. Natural scents are what heighten arousal.

The other day, I was laying on stomach on bed, completely relaxed. A client of mine was kissing my legs, working down to my feet. He started kissing my feet and then said, “There is a lot of sex at the feet.”
After he proceeded to lick between my toes. Before he feasted on other regions of my body, he would stop for a brief moment to inhale my scent.
He would inhale it as if it had an intoxicating effect and then he would dive in and taste.
He made sure to put extra attention in all areas especially between my legs and between my bum which excited me past my tipping point. Experiences like these compel me to ponder: but why? For some it is biological where the scent alone triggers sexual gratification.

The most memorable ‘scent’ client I had was a 24 year old guy. Our last encounter was 17 hour booking which he enthusiastically paid for each portioned hour.

What makes him memorable is that we never had sex. He was completely satisfied with kissing and licking my hands, feet, between my legs and my bottom. I would lay on stomach and could simply relax while his face was between the cheeks of my posterior.

To be quite blunt he loved to lick my ass. His desire puzzled me back then but now I understand his attraction to scents.

In my own preferences, scent is one of the essential components of sexual chemistry. Scent is what ignites my desire to reciprocate.

Scent has a lasting affect which makes me long for it afterwards. Scent is beyond just perfumes but rather it’s the addition of natural scent that is unique to each individual.

It cannot be simply mimicked by artificial means because the natural scent of another person is part of the phenomena of sexual chemistry.

Thursday, February 23rd 2017

Orgasm

Pleasurable night
No one to bother me
Didn't feel like reading
Didn't feel like thinking
I just spent some quality time
With my pussy
Dreaming of something kinky.

Woke up at 4am
To the sound of loud female sex noises.
One of my neighbors
Was having one hell of an orgasm.
It's hard for a girl to keep sleeping through all that!
I don't know if she had a partner
Or if she was just doing it to herself.
She had a very sexy voice!

It got me fantasising..

You look at me.
I look at you.
The heat rises.
Arousal is overpowering.
The nausea begins.
You ask ‘Shall we?’

Your lips your eyes
Slowly let me split your thighs
Taste your wetness it's divine
Sweet intoxicating like wine
How wet can you get?

I guess it's sexual chemistry.
Let's just leave the rest unsaid ...

Sunday, December 11th 2016

White Christmas

I am dreaming of a white Christmas like the vision I use to know
All the beautiful, colorful lights twinkling and the stupendous white snow
People smiling and laughing, being friendly as they go with the flow
Little children having fun as they perform their Christmas show

Cold nights, cuddling with your lover by the fireplace
Big sweaters, silk pyjamas, big smiles on your face

Warm tea, a good book and some delicious treats
Fluffy warm socks on your feet

While drinking your mulled wine you decorate your Christmas tree
Singing Christmas songs feeling happy and free

Have a holly jolly Christmas and jingle all the way
There's nothing more exciting than family on Christmas day
I count my blessings instead of sheep :)

Sunday, October 23rd 2016

With the right person there is no such thing

as inappropriate behaviour

You opened the door but little did I know that I was walking into the gateway to luxurious pleasure. You were immaculately dressed and your shy smile and flirtatious eyes had a hint of ‘If only you knew.. “

You the handsome man had a plan for me, this night was about shared pleasure. I watched you undress.. you oozed masculinity with your every movement.

I wonder if you are aware of your power over women. With your sexy accent you directed me to lay down and I was more then willing to obey!

You started to caress my body. My mind was lost in the sensation of your hands taking ownership of my body. Ahhh I was lost in pleasure.

There was no need for words, there where only our moans of pleasure. We took possession of each other without there being a dominant and a submissive. We had a wild uninhibited chemistry. Mmm..

Thursday, January 14th 2016

7 things about Nathalie-love

1. To me a great date would be spending glorious hours on a boat/ yacht drinking champagne, making passionate love, skinny-dipping and luxuriating in the ocean air...

2. I love, love, love fireworks

3. I am turned on by intelligence

4. I love bathtubs and bubbles

5. If I did not had a good time with you I will not meet you again

6. I think of my secret lovers as sweet ‘fuck buddies’ not clients or numbers, so yes I will remember meeting you a long time from now

7. I like toys last time I heard sex was invented as a fun activity! A man intimidated by an inanimate object need not to apply as my boyfriend :)

Friday, August 14th 2015

Dinner is part of foreplay

They said the way to a man's heart is food, I say the way to my heart is "dessert'!

While we are siting at dinner having stimulating conversation my mind is also wondering what us together would be like. My dirty mind wonders..

Will his bonus "dessert" fit in my mouth? Will my sweet "dessert'' just be sweet enough?

What will his touch .. his kiss.. his cock.. be like?

I know what the outcome will be, we will laugh, we will be very naughty and both of us will come away with fond memories of the evening.

Let's go to your room..

Thursday, July 23rd 2015

The sweet little exhibitionist

I don’t know how it started but I love windows. Not just any window, a high rise building on the highest floor kind of window.

I have this running fantasy of being ‘taken’ while pressed against this big window. Maybe it’s my safe way of being watched or maybe it’s the element of danger. The glass could break.. I know in probability it is very safe but thought of the danger adds to my arousal. Maybe it’s both!

In my fantasy I am completely naked and standing in front of the window, admiring the beautiful city view as I always do. You come behind me and kiss me on my neck. I moan with pleasure and you read my mind.. you then gently press me against the glass. You pull me towards your body. I bend over.. you enter me. Mmm just thinking of it now makes me crazy.

A stranger with binoculars could be watching us but we don’t care now, we are both incoherent by our shared passion. Let them watch, it will be the best view they will see in their life!

Wednesday, May 27th 2015

The shortest hour

Careful preparations and a curious wait to meet. When at last the great day comes an hour can feel like 20 minutes.

The countless caresses and the passionate kisses to delight in, deserve time to be enjoyed and repeated again and again.

The anticipation of feeling each other’s body move in union. The sweet proud feeling that comes over you after you bring the other person to climax. All these elements create proper atmosphere for our time together.

But as we know it takes two for chemistry to happen. For those of you familiar with Newton’s Third Law, would it apply here?

An hour can be a great time if you understand that time flies when you are having fun!

Tuesday, March 24th 2015

Magnificent pleasure

Let me pleasure you. Tonight there is only you and me. Office hours are over.

Lie back, shhhh let me blind fold you. Relax your mind. Let your body enjoy my plump mouth and agile tongue explore your body. Feel my hands massage the day away.

You know I love your great hard cock. Do you like it when I lick the tip? Will you moan as I slowly move up and down? What if I lick the area bellow your balls?

Yes! You are very hard just the way I love. I want to suck again.

Yes nice and tight suction just the way you like it. Your pre-cum taste sooo good.

Mmmm are you going to cum now? Come on release and nourish me.

Thank you Boss. You are so delicious

Tuesday, March 17th 2015

An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away

Pussy moisten, panties wet. Round tits, nipples swollen stiff.

Dick hard and his girth is thick. Long length, tight fit.

Naked bodies, both so magnificent. Slippery, silky smooth tongue slid, up and down her slit.

Lips pressing her hood. Under it, her exposed clit, glistens with spit, hot breath and warm licks encircling her tip.

She is rolling her hips, to the beat of the tongue licking it.

Fingers gripping her small nipples, pink.

Tongue flicking, sucking, as he rubs, she tugs on his pulsating dick.

Waves of pleasure whip through his core, ending at his tip.

Just as quick, orgasms rip, through her hips. Her creamy silk liquid drips, fluids flowing, fingers sliding between her pussy lips.

He licks his lips clean, cleaning off her sweet drips.

He lays at her side, her wild side subsides, she’s relishing the fix.

Monday, March 16th 2015

For he on honeydew hath fed

He was polite. Softly spoken. Interesting - oh, so very, very interesting.

Oh, he wanted to explore me all right: every corner and every cranny of me.

Not of my body, but of me: me as a person, my hopes, my aspirations, my ideas, my emotions. On and on it went. We talked and made such a connection. I felt he had got into my mind and that I had got into his. Time seemed to stand still. The moments were frozen, as if outside of time and suspended in space.

I was intoxicated with him. He certainly was intoxicated with me. Connection. What a connection! Magnetism. Drawn closer and closer and closer . . . Until. Physical connection.

It was inevitable. Inside each other’s minds and emotions, it was inevitable he would be inside my body. His tongue was everywhere: my mouth, my nipples, my thighs, and then into the honey of my honeycomb.

There was so much honey there, dripping, dripping onto his tongue. He was drinking it till he was drunk. And I too was tasting his sweetness. My legs were so weak, my body trembled, as droplets of his milk - a promise of the shower that was to follow - formed on my throat.

He withdrew his tongue from my honey pot and his manliness from my mouth. I opened for him. Heat. Intense. Energy. Moans, groans.

Then his spasms and an explosive fountain. Breathless, he collapsed in my arms.

We fed on honey do and drank the milk of paradise ...

Monday, February 16th 2015

When honey drips

I wake up from a relaxing sleep. On this particular morning I remain lazed in my bed. As usual, I squeeze breasts and hug my body as a form of comfort.

My breasts feel exceptionally tender and erotically sensitive. Then I softly squeeze other parts of myself. I put my hands between my legs, feeling the softness of skin and heat between my thighs and I relieve a heavy sigh, and felt an intense yearning to be touched, caressed, kissed.

What bliss it would be to be gently thrusted right at this moment. I fantasize about he’s warm thickness inside of me, I am yearning to erupt.

But then, my phone beeps, and I remember that a client will be arriving shortly. Rather than explore by myself, I decide to unleash my arousal on this new client that I haven’t met before. I have high hopes that this client will be lovely, for a ripen beauty awaits.

I quickly tidy up my home and then have a hot shower. I shave my intimate parts to pure smoothness. I keep imagining how aroused this client will feel when he see’s me. I can’t wait to reveal myself to him and impress him with my seeping sensuality.

I observe myself as I stand, how breasts are peeking out of my lacy bra, how my g-string tightly clings to my hips and polished toes look pretty, how my thick glossed lips look tasty and how silky blonde hair drapes around my sexy face.

Before I become too full of myself, I remind myself about what’s most important: being grateful, so I say “Thank you God” for everything.
And God answers my heart, as I’m blessed with having clients with lovely hearts and romantic mannerisms. At times, I could be in melancholy mood, yet my day is brightened from seeing lovely client.

The new client finally arrives. I can tell he has a good heart, which soothes my happiness right away. He then hands over an envelope with the money. We then proceed to the purpose of our meeting..

I suppose I tease in a very subtle way. While we exchange some introductory chatter, I am fully aware that he is absorbing my erotic look. I am also aware that cleavage is on display for his eyes. My body is yearning to be cuffed by manly hands and suckled by a warm mouth.

I gently place his hands on my warm skin. He caresses my breasts and kisses my lips simultaneously.

My bra comes off and reveals breasts that are beckoning to be suckled. He feasts upon them and suckles gently, while I’m starting to lose myself in a trance.

He gently dips one of his fingers inside my melting honey pot and then he put the same finger in my mouth and said, “Look how delicious you taste.”

Fruits are more sweet when ripe. Once my sweet bee felt satiated with my taste, both of us yearn to connect. There is nothing more blissful than feeling a desirable man’s thickness enter the tensed warmth between my legs. Like a bee to a rose, I bloom more..