On Monday, Annie, a girl who works at a beautiful brothel known as Ladies for Gentlemen, met the laziest client in Melbourne.
So, heres the story: its three in the afternoon, and I dont really know what I want. I mean I havent got that gotta get laid right now feeling. But I feel I want to be with a Working Lady.
I slip into the back door at Ladies for Gentlemen (thank God they dont have a front door entrance! talk about exposure!) and I learn five ladies working. All but Annie are engaged.
Would I like to meet her?
Sure.
In comes Annie: tall, long dark hair, in her early thirties, a touch of the hippie about her and shes a straight talker. Ill go down on ya, kiss ya, lick ya balls, you can go down on me.
Okay okay, enough already, consider yourself booked, I say.
Were given lucky last room, but its still really nice. (Love those gas heaters here, especially on these winter afternoons). I have a hot shower and tiredness overwhelms me. I lay on the bed, slap my own face: Princkly, stay awake or youll miss the show.
In comes Annie. She takes one look at me and she can see she isnt going to get a wild loving session.
She lays down next to me, kisses me gently, her hair falls around my face - I LOOOOOVE THAT!
She breaths in my ear. I can hear her. No crappy radio playing, just the natural noise of two naked people on a bed. As attested to in previous posts, I LOVE THAT TOO!
Youre a lazy boy. What am I gonna do with you? She asks.
But shes got her own ideas. Down she goes and now Im floating. Its so good. But then she slips a condom on for the main act, and were only five minutes into the session. And I think Oh damn! shes going to rush me.
But then I think: nah, just trust her.
She mounts me, she falls forward her arms around my head, her breath in my ear. She kisses gently and slowly.
Slower Annie.
Sure honey.
For me its usually 80% foreplay, 20% main act. But not today. If this keeps up its going to be 5% foreplay 95% main act.
She rocks slowly and rhythmically. Meanwhile, little Mr Princkly is saying: Wow this is great, lets blow!
NO! my mind screams at him. Behave yourself.
I tell Annie about little Mr Princkly and how he is playing up.
She reaches down, squeezes his base until he learns to behave. Then she continues to rock and rock and rock and kiss and go slow, and go right in and right out, for ages and ages.
And Im thinking: I cant believe this, I havent gone down on her, I havent explored her yummy body, all Ive done is lay here. I feel bad about it.
Sorry Annie, I say.
Hush, she says, Im having a ball.
And then I realise, she really is having a great time. We exchange a knowing look.
This slow lazy stuff is really damn good hey?
Mmmm.
Really, really, damn good.
And I think, thank God for Annie who knew exactly what to do, and how to give me exactly what I was looking for.
Even if I dont know myself sometimes.
So, heres the story: its three in the afternoon, and I dont really know what I want. I mean I havent got that gotta get laid right now feeling. But I feel I want to be with a Working Lady.
I slip into the back door at Ladies for Gentlemen (thank God they dont have a front door entrance! talk about exposure!) and I learn five ladies working. All but Annie are engaged.
Would I like to meet her?
Sure.
In comes Annie: tall, long dark hair, in her early thirties, a touch of the hippie about her and shes a straight talker. Ill go down on ya, kiss ya, lick ya balls, you can go down on me.
Okay okay, enough already, consider yourself booked, I say.
Were given lucky last room, but its still really nice. (Love those gas heaters here, especially on these winter afternoons). I have a hot shower and tiredness overwhelms me. I lay on the bed, slap my own face: Princkly, stay awake or youll miss the show.
In comes Annie. She takes one look at me and she can see she isnt going to get a wild loving session.
She lays down next to me, kisses me gently, her hair falls around my face - I LOOOOOVE THAT!
She breaths in my ear. I can hear her. No crappy radio playing, just the natural noise of two naked people on a bed. As attested to in previous posts, I LOVE THAT TOO!
Youre a lazy boy. What am I gonna do with you? She asks.
But shes got her own ideas. Down she goes and now Im floating. Its so good. But then she slips a condom on for the main act, and were only five minutes into the session. And I think Oh damn! shes going to rush me.
But then I think: nah, just trust her.
She mounts me, she falls forward her arms around my head, her breath in my ear. She kisses gently and slowly.
Slower Annie.
Sure honey.
For me its usually 80% foreplay, 20% main act. But not today. If this keeps up its going to be 5% foreplay 95% main act.
She rocks slowly and rhythmically. Meanwhile, little Mr Princkly is saying: Wow this is great, lets blow!
NO! my mind screams at him. Behave yourself.
I tell Annie about little Mr Princkly and how he is playing up.
She reaches down, squeezes his base until he learns to behave. Then she continues to rock and rock and rock and kiss and go slow, and go right in and right out, for ages and ages.
And Im thinking: I cant believe this, I havent gone down on her, I havent explored her yummy body, all Ive done is lay here. I feel bad about it.
Sorry Annie, I say.
Hush, she says, Im having a ball.
And then I realise, she really is having a great time. We exchange a knowing look.
This slow lazy stuff is really damn good hey?
Mmmm.
Really, really, damn good.
And I think, thank God for Annie who knew exactly what to do, and how to give me exactly what I was looking for.
Even if I dont know myself sometimes.