Stars
There are three questions that nearly every Working Lady I have been with have asked me:
1. How's your day been? (That question is asked at the beginning)
2. What are you going to do now? (That question is asked at the conclusion)
3. What star sign are you?
I sense that the answers I give to questions one and two are hardly ever listened to (fair enough, it's only chit-chat); but the answer to question three usually receives closer attention. Cindy seriously considered my answer. I guess she holds astrology in more than passing regard. But then she told me that my answer - "Pisces" - took her by surprise. I don't seem like one apparently.
It's been nearly a year since I last stayed at The Garden of Eden. Lilly was my last foray into this parlour and before that, Rebel. The receptionist here is quite impressive. I have called in once or twice over the past ten months and she has always remembered me. She remembered me today too. She told me I had a fifteen-minute wait (which is the very reason I didn't stay on my last two visits); but I couldn't be bothered brothel-crawling anymore so I decided to use their comfortable lounge.
The wait was worth it, because within the fifteen-minute time frame, two ladies presented themselves, one after the other: Cindy and Eve. It was a win/win. Both very attractive women: great personality, pretty faces, and nice bodies. Both totally comfortable when I asked after preferred services. That's a much better result than last time I was here and Lilly had to save the day.
Orchids and Diamonds
Cindy is tall, slim and blonde. Her eyes are moist and dreamy. Her voice is gentle. She wears symbolic jewellery around her neck and diamond stones in her earrings. Her garment was a floral print but transparent and light. And she decorated her beautiful golden hair with an orchid. I decided to stay with her.
Pearls
I sat on the bed. She stood in front of me between my legs and let her dress fall to the floor. Her bra and G -string front was made of pearls (well they look like pearls) woven together: an extraordinary construction. I ran my fingers over them.
What an outrageous and beautiful thing to be wearing.
Only in Brothels. Only with Working Ladies. Who else would do this? Make herself a mystic goddess in a bedchamber, adorned and beautified for my pleasure.
She asked me "Why do you smile so much?"
"Because I am so very, very happy", I told her.
"You're making me smile". She said.
"Thank you. Lets be happy together".
"Do you like this energy?" She asked me. ("Energy": I kind of sensed she would go there).
"Yeah. I like it."
Symbols
The choice of wearing a symbol is personal so I will not say what she wears.
Reclined now, I felt her necklace of symbols rub against my skin as she lightly kissed me.
"Is that all?" I teasingly asked.
She told me you have to be careful of kisses. "They are emotionally dangerous".
On another day I might think: Hey it's just a good pash. It's harmless. Don't make such a big deal about it. But I liked being seduced by Cindy in every way. From her thoughts and spirit to the lovely physical things she was doing. (Now she was kneeling between my legs and giving me oral attention that had me groaning and biting the back of my own hand).
"So can I take that sense of danger as a compliment? I asked her.
She kissed her way back up my body. I wish I could convey to you how fluently she moves. How soft her voice is. How engaging her eyes are.
"Okay" She said. "Watch"
And she kissed me really deeply.
"See?" She whispered.
She did have a point. I have to admit.
"I simply have to taste you Cindy".
I asked her to sit on the edge of the bed so I could kneel and indulge. I knew as soon as I was there, I could happily spend through to New Years Day and a couple more weeks tacked onto that again. Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh would be paltry gifts compared to this!
"There is a flow of energy and I want to give it back to you too", She said.
I'm in Cindy's world. I'm willing to go with it all. We got in to sixty-nine to "capture, circulate and build the flow of energy."
She did have a point there too, I must admit.
Stars (again)
WHIRRRRRRRRR! Cindy has a toy. It's kind of like a tiny vibrating thing, but it's not a vibrator. She puts it on her clit and it's long enough to also touch the base of my cock as she rides me cowgirl. Her eyes are half closed. Her face is gorgeous.
"Do you feel that beautiful energy?" She asks in her soft voice.
ActuallyYeah I do! "Kiss me again Cindy".
"Okay".
She asks me what I'm thinking.
I tell her I'm not thinking anything. I'm just trying to remain open here.
She likes that.
"Can we do Doggie?" she asks.
"Oh I think we can, my darling Cindy. I think we can."
I took in the vision of her perfect back and shoulders cloaked with her own fallen golden hair as I entered her again. Five minutes of that along with her magical little vibrating thingy and it was time to let go.
And when I closed my eyes at that moment - Stars!
We talked some more as we showered together. She was fascinated that I write down these brothel experiences. I'm sure she could deliver an admirably accurate Tarot reading but she has absolutely no interest in computers whatsoever; so I promised I would deliver this entry to her personally. Now I've got an excuse to return.
Let's hope the energy is just as good when I do so.
There are three questions that nearly every Working Lady I have been with have asked me:
1. How's your day been? (That question is asked at the beginning)
2. What are you going to do now? (That question is asked at the conclusion)
3. What star sign are you?
I sense that the answers I give to questions one and two are hardly ever listened to (fair enough, it's only chit-chat); but the answer to question three usually receives closer attention. Cindy seriously considered my answer. I guess she holds astrology in more than passing regard. But then she told me that my answer - "Pisces" - took her by surprise. I don't seem like one apparently.
It's been nearly a year since I last stayed at The Garden of Eden. Lilly was my last foray into this parlour and before that, Rebel. The receptionist here is quite impressive. I have called in once or twice over the past ten months and she has always remembered me. She remembered me today too. She told me I had a fifteen-minute wait (which is the very reason I didn't stay on my last two visits); but I couldn't be bothered brothel-crawling anymore so I decided to use their comfortable lounge.
The wait was worth it, because within the fifteen-minute time frame, two ladies presented themselves, one after the other: Cindy and Eve. It was a win/win. Both very attractive women: great personality, pretty faces, and nice bodies. Both totally comfortable when I asked after preferred services. That's a much better result than last time I was here and Lilly had to save the day.
Orchids and Diamonds
Cindy is tall, slim and blonde. Her eyes are moist and dreamy. Her voice is gentle. She wears symbolic jewellery around her neck and diamond stones in her earrings. Her garment was a floral print but transparent and light. And she decorated her beautiful golden hair with an orchid. I decided to stay with her.
Pearls
I sat on the bed. She stood in front of me between my legs and let her dress fall to the floor. Her bra and G -string front was made of pearls (well they look like pearls) woven together: an extraordinary construction. I ran my fingers over them.
What an outrageous and beautiful thing to be wearing.
Only in Brothels. Only with Working Ladies. Who else would do this? Make herself a mystic goddess in a bedchamber, adorned and beautified for my pleasure.
She asked me "Why do you smile so much?"
"Because I am so very, very happy", I told her.
"You're making me smile". She said.
"Thank you. Lets be happy together".
"Do you like this energy?" She asked me. ("Energy": I kind of sensed she would go there).
"Yeah. I like it."
Symbols
The choice of wearing a symbol is personal so I will not say what she wears.
Reclined now, I felt her necklace of symbols rub against my skin as she lightly kissed me.
"Is that all?" I teasingly asked.
She told me you have to be careful of kisses. "They are emotionally dangerous".
On another day I might think: Hey it's just a good pash. It's harmless. Don't make such a big deal about it. But I liked being seduced by Cindy in every way. From her thoughts and spirit to the lovely physical things she was doing. (Now she was kneeling between my legs and giving me oral attention that had me groaning and biting the back of my own hand).
"So can I take that sense of danger as a compliment? I asked her.
She kissed her way back up my body. I wish I could convey to you how fluently she moves. How soft her voice is. How engaging her eyes are.
"Okay" She said. "Watch"
And she kissed me really deeply.
"See?" She whispered.
She did have a point. I have to admit.
"I simply have to taste you Cindy".
I asked her to sit on the edge of the bed so I could kneel and indulge. I knew as soon as I was there, I could happily spend through to New Years Day and a couple more weeks tacked onto that again. Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh would be paltry gifts compared to this!
"There is a flow of energy and I want to give it back to you too", She said.
I'm in Cindy's world. I'm willing to go with it all. We got in to sixty-nine to "capture, circulate and build the flow of energy."
She did have a point there too, I must admit.
Stars (again)
WHIRRRRRRRRR! Cindy has a toy. It's kind of like a tiny vibrating thing, but it's not a vibrator. She puts it on her clit and it's long enough to also touch the base of my cock as she rides me cowgirl. Her eyes are half closed. Her face is gorgeous.
"Do you feel that beautiful energy?" She asks in her soft voice.
ActuallyYeah I do! "Kiss me again Cindy".
"Okay".
She asks me what I'm thinking.
I tell her I'm not thinking anything. I'm just trying to remain open here.
She likes that.
"Can we do Doggie?" she asks.
"Oh I think we can, my darling Cindy. I think we can."
I took in the vision of her perfect back and shoulders cloaked with her own fallen golden hair as I entered her again. Five minutes of that along with her magical little vibrating thingy and it was time to let go.
And when I closed my eyes at that moment - Stars!
We talked some more as we showered together. She was fascinated that I write down these brothel experiences. I'm sure she could deliver an admirably accurate Tarot reading but she has absolutely no interest in computers whatsoever; so I promised I would deliver this entry to her personally. Now I've got an excuse to return.
Let's hope the energy is just as good when I do so.
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a) I was at work
b) He's almost 2 feet taller than me
c) He'd push me away
I really dig the "ironing" piece by Glenn Barr.