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;

Sunday, 28 April 2013

That Smile

What a beautiful thing it is.  I'm just sad it took me 40 years to finally see it.

I had been seeing D, my Moroccan Maid, for a couple of months.  I was her last client for the day.  She told me she had had a shitty day and she needed some "me" time.

Her cunni linctus tasted as sweet as honey and my honey D was really 'buzzing'.  Finally, in desperation (?) she jumped on me and rode me like a woman possessed, possessed with a need, the desire to be fucked, hard, to be filled, to come and come hard on me.  She twisted and ground on me, working her clit hard against my pubes, until she came, with that deep down vaginal orgasm, that started by clenching 'little Tom' tightly, then with spasms that spread to her thighs and legs, squeezing around me, then up her body, tensing, throwing her head back.  With such glorious, intense sensations coursing through my body too, I couldn't help but come with her.

Then she collapsed across my chest.  Her gorgeous breasts were crushed between us, her chest heaving in exhaustion, her whole body glowing with the sheen of perspiration.

And she looked into my eyes with the most contented, serene smile I have ever seen.  It was almost like the Cheshire Cat that got the cream (well it was my cream actually).

We lay together, she on top of me for a couple of minutes as we caught our breaths, then she rolled off into the crook of me arm, and said, "I'm fucked.  I needed that.  I could just go to sleep in your arms".

Thanks D.  You certainly know how to make a man feel like he is the greatest lover in the world.

That smile?  Eat your heart out Mona Lisa!

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Lucky Tom Dedicates His Song

"To all the girls I've loved beforeWho travelled in and out my doorI'm glad they came alongI dedicate this songTo all the girls I've loved before."

My local bordello has a weekly Lucky Door Prize raffle draw and this week my number came up - first prize a free session with the lady of my choice.  It was only the previous Monday that I had seen my current regular, G, and here it was just 7 days later, I was having an awesome time with G again.  I got thinking about my "luck" and the great times I have with G, then of all the other great times with all my other great ladies, that made me think of the above song - thanks Willie Nelson for expressing so beautifully, my gratitude.

Sadly, it wasn't always so.  It wasn't until my late 50's that I came to my senses.  I was getting quite depressed, but it was a lady at work that opened my mind.  She was a single mother, coping with a teenage son, she had managed the construction of her own house - a real "go getter".  I learned from her that one has to take responsibility for your own happiness.  Sure, there were reasons for my wife's zero libido - abusive father, injury, illness, medication, etc.  But whether I let life's misfortune make me unhappy, or whether I made my own happiness, was my choice.  As the old saying goes, "When life dishes up lemons, make lemonade".

And so it was that I took the plunge with the oldest professional help.  There was a lot of misapprehension and soul searching, having all the misinformed view of prostitution promulgated by the do-gooder press.  I was so lucky with my first Lady Of Pleasure - I could not have met a nicer lady that put all my misconceptions to rest.

And the rest is history, so to say.  I have had good times, great times and some awesome times - "so this is what marriage was supposed to have been like?".  My ladies have taught me a lot.  The greatest driver of great sex is what goes on between the ears.  Its about R.E.S.P.E.C.T.  Its about compatible senses of humour.  Its about unselfishness, of wanting to please/pleasure each other.  With ongoing times together comes communication and trust.

So here is to G (Amazing with the luscious labia to dream of), D ("The Body" builder with an occasional bad habit and my first GILF), V ("11"), C (the Maltese terrier), A (too much of a nympho for my own good),  T/M (booty buddy), C1 (the Wicked Wench - wild, but once was enough) and K (Special Krazy).  And to all the others - thank you.

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OMG  The news of the Boston bombing just flashed across my screen!  When will the world ever learn to "make love, not war"!
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