AKA the cunning linguist; AKA el lingüista astuto; AKA Thomas the Tongue Engine; AKA le linguiste adroit; AKA il linguista abile; AKA the cunning linguist; AKA el lingüista astuto; AKA Thomas the Tongue Engine; AKA le linguiste adroit; AKA il linguista abile;

Monday, 22 August 2011

"Eleven"


It was my wedding anniversary last week and I really needed a ‘pick-me-up’, so I planned on visiting my favourite ‘dining’ establishment for some pussy-sandwich for lunch.

With so many ‘favourites’ at this establishment (I can hardly call them ‘regulars’ any more), I don’t bother ringing to book first but just see who is on duty and available when I arrive - this way I generally get to see most of my favourites at least once every 5-6 months.  So on this visit, ‘C’ & ‘J’ were in bookings, so I booked ‘V’.

Now ‘V’ has always been quite passionate and she had me in a clinch with her tongue down my throat and feeling my offering as soon as we got to the room, well before I showered and she left to ‘start the clock’.

By the time ‘V’ returned and the clock had started, I had freshened up and was reclining in one of those arm-chairs like an up-turned open hand.  ‘V’ placed a towel on the floor and dropped to her knees for the traditional establishment welcome.  Between more deep-throating, lots of hands over bodies and fumbling to remove her clothes, I got her standing and dropped to my knees to return the welcome.  In no time flat, she was pulling my face into her crotch and was already shuddering.

I lowered her to the bed and commenced my ‘lunch’. The taste of ‘V’s snatch brings memories flooding back and she seems more orgasmic than ever today.

It must have been 20 minutes before I need to come up and give her sensitive bits a rest.  She apologises for her perspiry face and body as we snuggle into each other’s arms.  Her deep throated kissing resumes then I kiss around her neck, ear-lobes and shoulders.  I kiss my way down across her small breasts to her large nipples.   OMG - her nipples  must be wired directly to her clit for she explodes into orgasm again.  Our writhing bodies are entwined now and all sense of proprietary and decorum are out the window and we have a veeeery ‘happy ending’, just as the buzzer sounds.

Thank goodness I booked a longer session - a traditonal half hour wouldn’t have been enough!

With a sigh and big grin, ‘V’ wipes the perspiration from her brow before cleaning up.  As we shower and redress, we ignore the second buzzer, and chat about life, our coming and goings and catch up about old ‘friends’.

As ‘V’ shows me out the door, she has her tongue down my throat again and gives me an encouraging departing squeeze - the receptionist ignores us.  I have a couple of minutes walk back to my car to catch my breath and cool down before heading back to the office (ho hum)!

That was an 11 (out of 10) on the Sir Thomas ‘fuchter’ scale - there’s probably a law about punts this good!

Thursday, 11 August 2011

Maid in Morocco


I had to bring the car to work last week, so I took the opportunity to venture out to the western ‘burbs to surprise an old friend (D) that I first got to know in an outer-eastern suburban parlour back in ‘07.

On the 1st intro. to D, there just didn’t seem to be a spark to attract me, but on a subsequent visit, having won 3rd prize in the weekly door raffle, I selected D for my “French Maid” fantasy prize.  In the bedroom, I quickly discovered the spark that I hadn’t seen previously and D certainly dusted off some of my cobwebs with her feather duster.  We found we similar senses of humour and D had a real wicked fun streak.

Over the next couple of years we became regulars, shared a little about our lives and became very relaxed and comfortable in each other’s pleasure.  It was D that really developed my taste for “Linctus” and coined my nick-name of “Thomas the Tongue Engine”.  And it was with D that I first (despite 35 years of marriage) enjoyed having a lady riding me with ecstacic abandon for her own satisfaction.
It was a real pleasure to walk in and to see her face light up on seeing me then run down the corridor, throw her arms around me and kiss.  On more than one occasion she expressed pleasure in our times together after a “shitty” day, often running well over our allotted time.
D is one of those people that is totally comfortable in her body, with the light olive skin of her French-Moroccan heritage and beautifully toned curves belying her two young teenage children.  It was a delight just to stand and admire her beauty as she went around remaking the bed at the end of our times, butt naked.
Then one day in the middle of 2009, she was gone and of course the parlour staff couldn’t give out contact details.  We hadn’t exchanged numbers so we lost contact.  Then a year later by way of the internet forums, I discovered her working in the western suburbs.  It was well out of my way and I would have to make special arrangements to drive to work since it was a 30 minute drive from work for a “Long lunch”.  We caught up once last year and exchanged phone numbers this time.
Then I got a message to say she had moved to another parlour out west.  And thus we come to our most recent reunion.  And a wonderful time it was too, taking up exactly where we had left off, just as if it was last week.
Thanks again D - I will carry happy memories of our times for the rest of my life.  All the best in your classes, the upcoming competitions and potential new career.  Happy birthday for last month, and I look forward to future “reunions”.

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Star Fish

I hadn’t really expected to be writing on this topic this early in this BLOG’s life, but into every life, a little rain must fall.
I had been seeing a small group of wonderful ladies in the same parlour for quite some time and had accumulated enough ‘points’ on my Loyalty Scheme (“Frequent F**r”) card – 10 visits in 6 months - to receive my ‘freebie’, so I thought it was time to venture to new pastures (well actually an old ‘watering hole’ in the ‘burbs of which I have some fond memories).
So I left work 30 mins. early - this parlour is close to my train-station destination - and I had to some shopping on the way home, so I felt I could squeeze in a half-hour visit.  I hoped to see KC, a lady I had a good time with last year, but found the parlour fully booked - one lady was due out in 2-3 minutes.  I waited and met her, but all the lessons I have learnt went out the window - I had forgotten my hearing aids, so combined with her speech impediment/accent, and not asking probing questions, I didn't confirm that she would provide the service I was looking for.  (First rule of 'punting', if no lady meets your requirements, walk away).
Needless to say, in the room I find that there is no kissing, no oral, no eye contact, no conversation, no connection.  In some ways, I actually felt sorry for her - she was younger than I had initially thought and had only been in "the industry" for a couple of months, and here she was 'entertaining' a 'senior citizen'.  Fortunately, there was a "happy ending", which is not always the case with me these days. But no "linctus" today!
Ce la vie!  Thank goodness my judgement is usually a lot better - I probably average only one "star-fish" per year.

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