"Where New Beginnings Lead To....Happy Endings!"

2009-11-03T08:00:00.000-08:00

Held hostage in a seductive fantasy
fluid, flowing
the night whispers
sharing it's secrets
Desire vibrating on the wind
A kiss, a touch
angel and guardian
wild sensations
sensuous sexuality
Dark pleasures unite
an ultimate passion
Mind to heart
heart to soul
A forbidden dance
legs tangled
fingers clasped together
sheets twisted
overwhelming all sense
burning heat
perspiration dampened skin
Blissful releases
sighs of contentment
sing a sweet lullaby

2009-11-03T07:54:00.002-08:00

My shirt's on the pillow
Your pants on the floor
And suddenly we think
did we even lock the door?

But the moments too perfect
And this time is so right
We're both craving each other
We'll be sexin' all night

Our hearts are racing
Our breaths are deep
And into your back
My nails seep

You kiss me with passion
Is it love, or is it lust
My heart skips a beat
Anticipating your first thrust

But you tease me a little
And kiss me between my thighs
You're so good with your tongue
So toward my climax I rise

But before I can make it
Just right before I cum
My eyes roll back
And my toes go numb

So I pull your head up
And throw you down
Move my lips down your body
And start going to town

You make soft moans
And I hum real low
And though I know you're about to
I stop before you can blow

So you roll me over
And climb on top
Then position ourselves
So you can hit the right spot

We both are dying to feel
The most perfect sin
So you give a little smirk
As you put yourself in

The penetration is amazing
And your size is so big
So deeper into your back
My nails begin to dig

You look into my eyes
As I gaze back into yours
And the sweat on our bodies
Just keep seeping out our pores

Time seems to stand still
In this moment of you and I
We're so good together
It's like the perfect sober high

Then that's when it happens
Our bodies almost numb
And we both give a little smirk
Because we're both about to cum

Then we lie there for a moment
Our naked bodies, skin to skin
Then we both drift off to sleep
Worn out from the perfect sin

Lap Dance, For Your Eyes Only

2009-11-03T07:54:00.001-08:00

If you want me, let me know
And I‘ll put on quit a show
For your eyes only
Just to make that perfectly clear
You are the only one I’d let see
This Wild/Sexy side of me
So sit back and relax
Watch me do my little dance
Look, but don’t try to touch
Lust, but don’t try to fuck
Be careful babe, cause I’m on Fire
I’ll give you what your heart truly desires.

“Lips like wine,

2009-11-03T07:42:00.000-08:00

A kiss to suit my inner darkness,
Wild and uncontrollable,
Even by us as we do it.
Hands that move wildly
Glow like a second moon in the star shine.
You pull away, no more grunts,
No more sighs or an attempt to break away.
I am confused at first but then your mouth opens,
The words you speak stick in my mind.
They sparkle like diamonds,
They are the jewels brought by heating passion.

“Lips like wine,
Pale flesh I can’t break away from.
They tempt me, steal my heart,
This passion I dare not break away from.
I see sweat on your neck,
As it wrenches from pleasure,
I dare not break away.
If I broke away could I ever see this again?
This perfect moment, perfect lust,
Not hindered by classification or laws.”

I have no answer,
Only a light purr.
It is all I can utter,
But it speaks louder then any word.
I feel your hands begin their mindless search,
Your mouth returns to mine,
Lips of wine
Meeting salty tasting thin ones.

You break away, making it hard for me to think,
We haven’t finished,
Haven’t even made the bed creak.
You take in the image as the moon lights the way,
You look as though you’ve run out of things to say.
I come forward but you pull back,
A teaser to the very end,
More playful then I’ve ever seen, my little Puck.

“Tempting from your lips to your body,
Tempting in ways
That I was taught are naughty.
I am trying so hard,
Trying to throw passion to the wind,
But deep down I know,
That this is more then just a kiss.”

I want to forget about your morals,
I want to forget about sin.
I want to only know this moment,
Only know your body.
I want to be hurled by winds of passion,
Enter the second ring early.
Because being teased and tempted
Only makes it so much more darling.

Thoughts of a Dirty Girl Getting Dressed in the Dark

2009-11-03T07:40:00.001-08:00

I don’t need to wake by your side
Wrapped arm in arm only to find
That I don’t need the morning breath stink
Or faked “you’re beautiful” whispered when we really think
My god, is this what I fell into bed with last night
I pray I don’t let it be ruined by morning light
Just go to sleep, in the middle of the night
I’ll find my dress, I’ll make it home all right
Sleep in my own bed all cozy and tight
I’ll leave you with sheets that smell of me
I may even leave you with a souvenir panty
As long as I don’t have say I didn’t hear you snorning
Or the belches and farts that come with the morning
No, I’ll never consider it a walk of shame
To sneak home at night with nobody to blame
Let’s remember the touches and tastes of midnight
The way they were, not in the harsh light
I snicker in my pillow because I know it’s mine
No covers stolen or shared, my privacy divine
Did we share numbers or promises to call
Doesn’t matter, fate will decide it all
For now I’ll sleep the slumber of the hunter
Who marked her prey, tagged it and bagged it in under
An hour of acting naïve, innocent and nice
When all I wanted was you between my thighs
No, this poem will never win awards
For etiquette and moral standards, for sure
But it was fun to compose it while I thought of how hot
You must look laying alone in the wet spot

Seduction of a Cougar!

2009-08-26T08:39:00.001-07:00

She smirks, biting his lip playfully as his hands creep beneath her skirt. He lifts the tight shirt she'd worn on purpose just to tease him, and they break apart from kissing long enough to lift it over her head. A bra is quickly pushed up; he can't be bothered to fumble with the clasp. Instead, his mouth finds one nipple, his fingers find another, and her hands tug with a little frustration at his zipper. She's able to ease his jeans off his hips, but he gasps when she catches the waistband of his underwear on his cock. She apologizes, kissing and sucking at his neck in between sorries, and he doesn't bother to tell her that it hadn't hurt.

He stops long enough to take off her bra entirely, and it's flung to some far corner of the room. Gripping her hips, he turns her around on his lap, sitting her so that his cock and her (frustratingly still-clothed) ass were touching. When he moves his hips forward, she gets the hint and uses her arms to brace herself and push back. He groans, a hand moving up to tangle in her hair.

"Fuck," he hisses, and repeats it when she stands up. She gives his erection a searing glance and a half-smile, but when she starts to move her body, she watches his face. Moving slowly, hypnotically, she turns around and slides her jeans off her legs, bending over oh-so-unintentionally as she does so. He leans forward to touch her ass, but she gives a warning glare over her shoulder.

"Nuh uh," she says, half-grinning. "Not yet." The underwear, she slips off without ceremony, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. With a renewed sense of urgency she turns back around, watching as he takes off his own shirt. She plants kisses from his collarbone down his chest, her tits conveniently rubbing against his erection. He bucks his hips once or twice, until she swats him teasingly on the stomach. "Stop that," she says, giggling a little. "Just wait." She glances up to see the puppy-dog eyes she knew he was giving, and she just rolls hers in response.

A few kisses later she's to his cock, but she doesn't do anything. Instead, she looks up and waits for permission with her eyebrows raised. His own eyes are half-shut, but they open when she's gone about five seconds without touching him. "What're you waiting for?" he says, sounding irritated and breathy and horny all at the same time. This time she goes for it. Her mouth forms an O shape, far too small for his cock, but she has a technique. It's like he's fucking her for real, except not quite. She eases him into her mouth, stopping with just the head of his cock in her lips. He groans like she's hurting him, but the sound changes to quick gasps when she starts to flick her tongue at the sensitive spot on the underside. Her hand moves lazily up and down the shaft of his cock, enough to torture but not enough to get him off, and she sucks and licks at his head until she hears him gasping 'please' above her.

When he begs, she gives in, and sucks at his cock as she takes it deeper in her mouth, swirling her tongue and making patterns as she goes. One hand stays on his erection, moving up and down in rhythm as she bobs her head. Her other hand moves down to cup his balls, caressing and squeezing so lightly—but she knows she's doing something right when his hips jerk forward. Soon they have a rhythm—he thrusts forward as she moves her mouth further down his cock, and he leans back as she pulls back up. His breath is ragged and she's holding hers half the time as she sucks and licks and kisses at his cock, head moving fast, his hands tugging at her hair so rhythmically she's not sure he even realizes he's doing it.

When his erection seems hotter and larger in her mouth, she knows he's close, so close to coming, and so she stops what she's doing, ignoring his protests. He'll like this better in the end anyhow, she thinks, and sucks and licks her own fingers for a second before sliding two of them, and then three, into her pussy. She leans back on his lap, letting him enjoy the view if he likes as she finger-fucks herself for a few seconds, stretching her pussy and making sure it's wet enough to take him without a problem.

"You wanna fuck me?" she asked breathlessly, her voice rising and falling as she shoves fingers into her own ****. He's beyond speaking. He just groans and strokes himself slightly, trying to stay hard and keep from coming at the same time. The sight of that, and the thought that he's remembering how her mouth felt on his dick, makes her smile and turns her on more. It's more than she can deal with without help, so she straddles his legs and wraps an arm around his neck, using the other hand to grip his cock as she lowers herself onto it.

It's not much pleasure for her at this point, because she hasn't built up a rhythm, but he tosses his head back. He's miserable because of the pace she's using, going up-and-down in-and-on on his dick so slowly, but it feels so good to have his cock in hot, tight, wetness that he has to think of football to keep from coming. After a second she's got the movement right, though, and she's riding him, angled so that his cock hits her G-spot, making her gasp obscenities, and there's pressure on her clit with each thrust, and his hips are thrusting to meet her.

And then there's a few confused moments of movement and he reaches up to play with her tits, tweaking her nipples and pulling her down so he can suck and bite on them, still fucking her and being fucked ruthlessly. Somehow, unusually, she's coming first—the tightness around his cock gets tighter, and she's still moving up and down. He'd swear it's like fucking a virgin all over again when he times it just right, plunging in just as her muscles are tensing. Riding the orgasm out like that makes her legs shake and she moans, and before thirty seconds has gone by, she's rubbing her own clit and fucking him again, until she has a second orgasm that's quicker but more intense than the first. This one, she simply spasms around his cock, and it's enough to drive him over the edge and back. His lips are on her nipples but he moves to her shoulder and bit down, a little bit hard, but they both moan and he finally comes in her pussy.

He leans back, reclining on the couch and pulling her to lay on top of him, still inside her. She pants a little and wipes the sweat from her upper lip, kissing him once, intensely as she always did right after sex. He plays with her hair absently, and she lays her head on his chest. They know that very soon they'll have to separate and clean up. He can only hope for a little shower sex.

Ahhh... Spank Me Good

2009-08-11T09:24:00.001-07:00

Ahhh... Spank Me Good

Ahhh.. Spank me good
like you know you should
I'm on my knees
pretty please
hand or leather
it's your pleasure

I'm at your needs
give me what you please
just spank me good
if you would

I will bend over backwards
if that pleases you
just spank me good
if you would

Let me spread my thighs wide
not too far
the pain I might not deny
just spank me good
if you would

Slide up on top
give me all you got
with your heavy moaning,
my ahhhs and screams
I need to feel your
muscled arms tightly
just spank me good
if you would

We can do this in a chair
over your lap, on the table or even on the floor, the softness of the bed
I will be lead
just be yourself with me
feel free
just spank me good
if you would...

Send that intense pleasure
into me good
with your hot rod of meat
now, don't cheat
you're holding back
you are all I want
make no mistake about that.

A Dream Lover

2009-07-15T10:14:00.000-07:00

A Dream Lover

I'll walk into your fantasy

And guide you from your fear

Ask what you will of me

That is why I'm here.

Lay me on experiment's alter

Covered with satin and lace

Hold me with seduction's halter

Wrapped in passion's embrace.

I will sacrifice my shame for you

Asking nothing in return

I'll give you what I've given so few

Access to desire's cistern.

There your thirst is quenched

And all your hunger is fed

As you emerge from lust so drenched

And throbbing on your bed.

"I am a good girl, bad girl, & a taste of everything naughty!

2009-07-02T10:09:00.000-07:00

"I am a good girl, bad girl, & a taste of everything naughty! Did I mention I love to be naked, surrounding myself with sexy people, sexy music, & sexy entertainment! I definitely have a passion for dancing. I would like to run my very own nudist club on the beach someday. My favorite sex positions are doggy & missionary! Do I masturbate? Absolutely! And to know someone's watching is even a greater turn on! And if you want me to be your Swiss Miss, Adventure and spontaneity are a must and for ALL guys & girls out there! AFFECTION! You MUST love to be touched to hang with me! I love to make you feel amazing!"

Giving Pleasure

2009-06-25T11:56:00.000-07:00

The curtains wave softly, the fresh spring scent of lilacs blowing
in through the window. The scent just exists, neither demanding notice
nor escaping it. The soft hues of blue and violet wrap the room in a
peaceful cocoon of quiet. I study the room with great care. I want
everything to be perfect. I light the tubular candles, placed
strategically around the room. The dancing flames cause the room to
appear to shimmer. The music of the Masters waft softly through the
room. Satisfied the room is now perfect, I go down to await your
arrival. Tonight I wish to give only pleasure. It shall be your night.
The night that you surrender only to the sensations of your body. And,
in the giving to you, I know I shall find rare delights to satiate my own
needs.
Your knock on the door brings my mind back to the present.
Taking the glass of chilled wine, your favorite, I meet you at the door.
The sheer pale blue negligee swirls around my body when I open the
door. Ahhh. The look in your eyes tells me you are finding the view
enjoyable. A smile tugs at your lips as you pretend not to comprehend
this unexpected greeting, or its significance. I take your hand and draw
you into the foyer. You draw me close to you, bending down to cover
my mouth with yours, your tongue gently probing. Our tongues twirl
about each other, sending thrills down my body.
My fingers toy with the buttons on your shirt. Oh! it opened.
Still kissing you, my fingers slide down to the next. Your hands sliding
over my body, moving the soft silky gown across me trigger the nerves
to full alertness. As your shirt opens, I nestle closer to you. You can
feel the hardness of the tips of my large breasts rubbing through the
gown.
Step by step, we have been moving further into the room. A slow
rhythymic dance that leads us closer and closer to the sanctuary I have
prepared for tonights pleasure. Freeing your shirt from your trousers, I
help it to slide from your body, holding the kiss … only now returning
the probes with my tongue. Accepting the caresses of your hands, I
still avoid allowing you to actually begin the strokes of passion. You
are doing enough. My own motives for the evening as yet unknown to
you.
We enter the sanctuary. Your clothes now leaving a trail between
the front door and this very private of places. The bed occupies the
center of attention, we are drawn to it by magnetism from deep within
our beings. Lying across the bed, we hold. Caress. Stroke. No words
are exchanged. This is not the time for words. We pause to sip the
wine, sharing the glass.
I stand. With the movements of a slow-motion film, I reach to
untie the ribbons that hold the gown in place. It descends to the floor,
first revealing my breasts, the protuding nipples now fully erect.
Slithers over my tummy and finally reveals the dark triangular thatch of
hair before dropping to a graceful pile on the floor. I stand for a time.
Just accepting your gaze as you caress my body with your eyes. My
eyes stroking your manhood, so fully erect. My eyes travel over your
body. Our gazes meet. The mutual delight and anticipation register.
Without looking away, I move back towards you. Lying down next to
you. I lower my face to yours. Our kiss locking. Holding. Stoking
the fires from within.
Deftly I avoid allowing you to take command. Tonight, My Love, I
shall be the conductress. Tonight the art of giving pleasure shall be
mine to exhibit. You need only surrender your mind to fully receiving
all the sensations your body will transmit. Tonight, you must be the
receiver, not the giver. For my deepest need to be fulfilled, you must
succumb to just receiving. Your mind must not be distracted for a
moment, not even on the giving of pleasure. Subtly by moving my body,
you finally accept the terms of surrender. Your soft smile and the light
in your eyes tell me you are willing, for this moment, to allow me to
have my way with you.
My lips begin their tour. Moving against your cheek, I slide
towards your ear. Lips, moistly touching. Walking.
With my tongue, I lick the contour of your ear. Probing. The
warmth of my breath slides across the surface of your ear. It seems to
wrap around your neck. You sigh. Down your neck, my lips and tongue
continue to navigate. My fingers blazing the trail in light caresses
along your torso. Stopping to toy with a firm nipple. My mouth
quickly follows. I draw the tight button into my mouth.
Time passes. Your breath is now more shallow. The tenseness is
falling away from your body. Your body is taking control of your mind.
My hands stroke. Caress. My mouth slowly moves further down your
torso. The descent is unhurried. Each area is kissed. Licked. Caressed.
Finally I feel the brush against my cheek. The firmness slides
along my neck. My own passions are sweeping through my body. My
own excitement urging me to hurry. But no. We shall not hurry.
There is no need. The evening is ours.
My hands stroke the inner thighs. Slowly. Purposefully. You
respond. Your legs parting to allow my hands more area to pet. I turn
my face. The tip of your crown brushes my moist lips. My tongue
slides across its smoothness, delighting me in the feel and taste. With
great care my tongue explores the entire crown. No area is omitted.
Smiling to myself, I feel you pressing to gain entrance. Impishly I
glance at you. Nope. Not yet anyway. With one hand I continue to
stroke your inner thighs; close to the fork of your body. I stroke back
and froth across the bridge … down one thigh; back up; sliding across
your marshmallowy cushions; down the other thigh; and back.
My lips begin to walk down the length of your throbbing Staff.
Oh. The feel of it against my lips and tongue. Surges of thrills attack
my consciousness. Just the sensations. My lips become my being. My
body telegraphing messages throughout my being. Licking. My tongue
finds the shallow groove running the length of the Stiffness. Ahhh. Up
and down. down and up. My free hand holds you steady as my tongue
caresses and strokes the groove. The boiling within my groins becomes
intense. Your thrusting assures me of the pleasure you are accepting,
increasing my own desires even more.
Turning slightly, I allow my mouth to seek the small hollow at the
base of your Spike. I probe with my tongue. Discovering the firmness
of the inner structures. Sucking. My hand stroking your Member;
tongue probing; the other hand now sliding across the orbs that are so
firm. Your moans tell me you have surrendered to just accepting the
sensations. Your body, like mine, is now one with your mind.
Very, very gently, I draw the Orbs as far into my mouth as I can.
Exploring the sliky smoothness of their surface, the tactile messages are
imbedded into my memory for recall when we are apart.
Now. Now, I slide even further back. My tongue pressing as it
tiptoes across the bridge behind the orbs. Probing. My tongue
lubricates the tight opening. You lift upwards to me. My lips follow
the crevice. My tongue massaging the crack.
Eventually, I begin to retrace the path I had followed. My fingers
following behind. Finding the tight cavern, one finger begins to just
press against it, just pressing. rotating. stimulating. While my lips
again slide over the orb, along the staff, back to the crown.
NOW. Now my mouth parts and I begin to draw you into my
mouth. Down slightly. Pulling my head up. Now drawing you in a
little further. And pulling away again. I use the suction of my mouth
to draw you in; my tongue to push you back out. Repeating the process
with such slowness that it seems almost as if we are suspended in time.
Each time, my own body wants me to draw you fully in; however, I
resist the urge; the sensations alone preparing allowing full relaxation so
as to eventually take your member fully within my mouth.
Time no longer exists. There is nothing but the sensations
sweeping through our bodies. Then. Then you are fully into my mouth.
The crown pressing into the tightness at the aperture of my throat. I
swallow. The motions massage your Member. I feel it throbbing against
my tongue and mouth. My own body is responding with torrents of
moisture.
I can feel the orbs moving so slightly as I suck deeply; drawing on
your very inner being. Your moans of pleasure fill my ears. My own
murmurings of delight muffled by the fullness in my throat.
No longer can I prolong. My own body demands full release.
Surrendering, I slide my hand through my own thatch to help bring us
to the mutual climax. Faster; harder; deeply; …. holding …
drawing … …. …
The sweetsour taste of your essence fills my mouth as my own
body releases its torrents. Our voices blend in unison as we crest into
that universe of passion where only the fervor exists. There is nothing
except the nerves which are now divesting themselves of energy. We
are one. The throbbing of our hearts beat the primitive sounds of
passion and rapture as nature intended.
There is no perspective of time. It has stopped. Until our bodies
release the last drops of our passions, we are bound in this world of
delight.
At long last, I turn back to you. Our chests heaving in unison.
We kiss. And wrapped in the safety of each other’s embrace, we drift
off to dream of other times yet to be.

Alone

2009-06-22T13:49:00.000-07:00

It was the middle of the night, clear and cool. I couldn't sleep. There was a restlessness inside me, easily identifiable...I wanted him.

I arose from my bed, fully nude, and walked slowly to the window. The blinds were pulled open. The moon was full and bright shining upon my skin. I wondered if anyone was watching. My skin was burning, my nipples taunt. I closed my eyes and imagined that HE was watching me at the window from below. Slowly my hand glanced my breast's fullness. I shuddered. I could feel hot wetness between my thighs, pooling and thickening in its sweetness. I knew he would want to see me touch it so I reached down with my fingers into the silk below and moaned.

I imagined him stroking himself as he gazed up at me fingering my sweetness that was all for him. I pressed my breasts against the window glass and was electrified by its coolness against my flesh. I rocked gently against my hand, causing my nipples to graze the glass again and again, tantalizing and arousing me further. I knew he would be enraptured by this, purely male and beautifully erect for me, stroking his member expertly. I wanted to taste myself, the sweet juice I was making for him. My finger went slowly into my mouth and I sucked it. I imagined it was him in my mouth, his hot hardness pulsing in reaction to my tongue and the milking I gave. If only I could taste him...

I felt the explosion start to build within me, deep inside. All of my fingers entered my wet pussy as I held onto the wall, fucking myself hard - and I came.

In the aftermath, trying to catch my breath, slowing my pulse, I opened my eyes and in the moonlit grass below - he was there.

The Challenge

2009-06-22T12:51:00.000-07:00

As she walked through the entrance, she was relieved to see the pool was almost empty, except for the old lady slowly paddling back and forth across the water. She smiled to herself, she preferred when no-one was in so she could have more space. That's why she always went when most people were at work. She quickly walked to the edge of the pool, her juicy butt reverberating hypnotizingly as she moved. She got into the diving position and glided into the water with ease and skill.

As soon as she resurfaced she instantly started making way to the other end. After one length, another followed. This repeated itself until her tenth length, when she stopped for breath. She breathed heavily, wiping sweat from the top of her forehead, then she made sure her long, black hair wasn't a mess. But as hard as she tried, she couldn't help but think about what it was that made her go to the pool everyday for the last two weeks.

Just a couple of weeks ago she was leading a wild lifestyle, out all night, sleeping all day and waking next to complete strangers. But after telling her friends she didn't think she could cope with much more partying, they shunned her from their group, leaving her with no real friends. It had led her to question whether for the last few years it was her that people were interested in, or just her wild ways. Over the last two weeks she'd become lonely and bored. So, she got a membership with her local pool in the hope to make a hobby. She had succeeded and in the process toned up, leaving her with a healthy looking stomach which complimented her C cup breasts and round ass perfectly. But she wondered whether it was all really worth it. Overall, though one question scared her most of all.

"What if people don't think I'm hot anymore?" It was definate that throughout her life, she had had it easier then most because of her beauty. Her full lips, olive skin, enticing eyes and long burnette hair that ran down her back always kept the boys interested, not to mention her killer body. Although she tried not to think about it, she knew that if she didn't look as good as she used to, life was going to get a lot more difficult. Without her friends, she didn't meet as many guys. Without any guys, none was complimenting her anymore. Without the compliments she felt unwanted and unconfident.

Her train of thought was broken as she noticed the old lady leaving the pool. She had the pool to herself. But before kicking off for another ten lengths, she looked down at herself. "Am i still hot?" she questioned. Looking at her body, she couldn't fault herself, her booty was to die for, being hugged tightly by her costume which she'd purposefully chosen because it was just slightly too small, and therefore highlighting all she was proud of in her body. It was then that she only just realised him.

She looked over to the lifeguard' s chair and had to keep her mouth from dropping as she saw the guy sitting there. A dark, handsome guy of around six foot with black, spiked up hair sat watching the clock. Her eyes ran down his body. He was muscular, it was obvious even when he had his life guard shirt and shorts on. He ticked all her boxes. "Right," she thought to herself, "if I can make that hottie check me out just by walking past him, then i must still be hot. This challenge decides it. Hot or not, he decides."

She slowly walked out the pool, brushed her hair back and began walking across the pool side. She could feel each droplet running over her curvaceous body with every step she took. As she walked past him, she looked up, bit her lower lip and gave a cheeky smile. "FUCK". He didn't look. He didn't seem to notice her at all, just kept staring at that clock. Her scowled as she made it over to the hot tub.

"What is it with me and gay guys" she muttered under her breath as the bubbles began. But she was proved wrong as a female co worker of the lifeguard walked past, he made no secret of the fact he was checking her out. She couldn't help but stare in horror. "No. This doesn't make sense," she thought almost shaking with jealousy, "that girls so thin and her face..." She stared at the body guard. "This isn't fair." She suddenly realised something. This was the first time in her life she had experienced not being acknowledged as good looking. In the past, she only ever noticed a guy when he was making a move on her. So, for her not to get the lifeguard' s attention tore her apart.

"He doesn't know what he's missing" she thought as she played out how they'd meet, how he'd chat her up, how they'd go back to his and how he'd fuck her. She felt a wave of feelings as that last thought entered her mind. She craved for him to be inside her. Never before had she felt like this. She always got what she wanted and the fact that this time was different drove her crazy.

She practically jumped out of her skin as someone tapped her shoulder. It was the "skinny bitch". "Lunch." she stated rudely, "You gotta get out".
"OK." She stated, standing to get out. But as she stood she realised something she hadn't before. Thinking of the life guard had made her wet. Extremely wet. Because of her tight swimming costume, she didn't know whether it was noticeable, so she kept her back to the "skinny bitch" as she got out and walked away. She quickly walked towards the changing rooms on the far side from the lifeguard so he couldn't see her problem. Just before leaving, she looked over at him. He still wasn't looking. She was nearly stopped in her tracks by the surge of heat towards her pussy as it moistened with the need for him. Trying not to draw attention, she quickly paced towards the showers.

When inside, away from the staff of the pool, she hit the "on" button to start the shower. Glad to be alone, she cleansed herself of her moisture before beginning reaching for the soap and lathering her body up.

"See you in an hour, I'm gonna grab a shower" She heard a man say. She stood deathly still. "Surely," she prayed silently," surely it can't be him." She tried to act normal as she heard whoever it was enter the room. She peaked out of the corner of her eye. It was indeed "him". You better believe she was wet. She kept her eyes forward as she scrubbed her arms robotically in a failed attempt to act as nothing was happening.

"Mind if I use that?" He said as he reached for the soap. Her eyes widened as he hand brushed her arm, reaching for the soap. In her shock a wave of emotions and thoughts washed over her. The wave only stopped when she realised she'd accidentally let out a moan. A moan that was too loud for him not to notice. She looked into his eyes, praying to god that by some kind of miracle he hadn't noticed. From the look on his face, he most certainly had. His eyes were wide and his jaw had slightly dropped. In an attempt to hide her self, she covered her wet patch with her hands. She closed her in embarrassment as she realised her mistake. When she opened her eyes, she saw she must have made a lame attempt, as he was staring at her now very noticeably wet pussy. Even through her costume it was still blatantly obvious how horny she was. Tears of frustration with herself filled her eyes as she just about managed to utter the word, "sorry" vaguely.

She looked into his eyes as a grin spread across his face. "Hey don't worry," he said, "it happens to all of us." She looked at him quizzically. He took the hint and pointed towards his own crotch. Slowly, she watched a generously sized lump grow in his shorts. She looked back up at him, trying to express how she felt, but he had already begun to pull her towards him. They kissed passionately under the beating water, each exploring the others mouth with their tongue. His arms wrapped around her as she bought her body closer to his. Needing more, she pressed her pussy up against his now rock hard cock. After about two minutes of kissing he pulled away, revealing a string of her juices that had made it through her costume onto his shorts. He gave a giggle as the string broke. "Thanks for that." he said, about to turn to walk to the changing rooms. Her face showed how horrified she was at the thought that they weren't going to fuck.

She tried to talk, but her words became jumbled. "No. please... i need the... crave it badly..." He looked confused. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his shorts, revealing his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, looking up as if to make sure he understood. He nodded. She wrapped her full, plump lips around his cock. He put his hands on the back of her head, groaning as she sucked on his cock. She had to control herself, to make sure she didn't suck to hard. She desperately wanted to please him. She used all the tricks she knew on his lucky cock. She rubbed her tongue against it while it was inside her mouth. A cock so big had never passed her lips before. She continued her sucking as she felt his hands move down her back. She smiled as his hands rested on her ass. Desperate for him to explore she tried to pull down her pink swimming costume.

She scowled as she remembered the bottom and top half of the swimming costume were connected, so she couldn't pull it down. She didn't care about her costume anymore, she simply grabbed the area around her pussy and ripped it with a very hard tug. It snapped off, she pulled it off herself, threw it to one side and bent over, as she slipped his cock back inside her mouth. But his hands stayed on her ass. To give him a clue, she leant further forward, taking his cock deep into her throat as she revealed her pussy to him. He took the hint and slowly eased his middle finger inside. A loud squelch erupted as his finger entered. She took his cock out of her mouth as an idea sprung into her head.

She stood up, pushed him back and slid two fingers inside herself. She smiled at him as she began to let her fingers play around inside. It wasn't long before juices began to drip down her fingers. Satisfied with how wet she'd made herself her pulled the fingers out, walked back towards him, separated her fingers and asked, more confident now, "One each?"

The both licked, sucked and slurped on her fingers, swapping them every so often as they let their tongues run over the other's. Feeling her confidence grow she decided to try to distract him. With a grin she looked into his eyes as she wrapped her free hand around his cock. He wasn't phased at all, he didn't even look up from her fingers as he began to rub her pussy in return. She began to tug on his wet cock, almost in a competitive way. He looked back, still not showing any kind of shock as he slipping two fingers inside her.

Both kept treating her fingers as the continued to jerk and finger harder and harder competitively until both were on their knees almost shaking with pleasure. "I can't take it!" he exclaimed as he pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs for him as he shoved his now throbbing dick into her sopping pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as they began to fuck. She looked deeply into his eyes, as he did the same and she began to say a breathless "yes" with every rhythmic thrust he gave her. He kissed her, rubbing his tongue on hers as she returned the gesture. As their lips parted she gave a shivery "more".

He fucked harder, deeper, faster. Her pussy giving a loud juicy squelch with each movement of his dick inside her. As her pussy squelched on his dick, her ass squelched on the soapy wet floor. "More." she began to whisper every now and then until she couldn't help but almost scream it in pleasure. Somehow he managed to keep her teetering, kept her just on the edge of cumming on his cock. It was almost as though he was trying to prolong it. She couldn't take it anymore. Pushing hard on his ripped six pack she looked at his juice-covered cock as she told him to "Let me taste my pussy on your fucking amazing dick." But she could barely stand to have his cock leave her pussy without making it cum.

She pushed him hard onto the floor and slid her pussy back onto his pole. She pressed her tits against his stomach as she bounced on his cock. She moaned as she moved her pussy up and down on his vein dick. The heat slowly returned, that same heat she felt in her pussy when she walked on the pool side. But stronger this time. Sensing her excitement, he grabbed her ass, helping her bounce and making his dick slide deeper inside. She kept going until she couldn't take it any longer, she took his hands from her ass, layed them on her tits as she moved her pussy up and down on him EVER SO slowly. He began to rub her nipples as she tilted her head back and moaned, her pussy clinching tighter then ever and her cum leaking all over his cock.

Barely giving herself a chance to catch her breath she began sucking her cum off his cock vigorously, needing every drop. "HEY!" he protested, "I wanna taste too." she smiled. She turned around and slowly slid her pussy across his impressive chest up to his mouth and into the 69 position. She strained to continue sucking as he grinded his tongue on her ridiculously sensitive clit. She moved her head round, looked at him and said, "I want your cum. I want it in my mouth. I fucking want your cum" He slowly said an eye brow and replied, "Believe me, you'll come before I do". Without another word the pair began to lick and suck furiously. They became a pile of olive skin surrounded by lather, sucking, moving and moaning together.

This continued for five minutes. Five heated, sticky, wet, breathless minutes. By the time the fifth minutes passed both were shivering with pleasure, about to cum. But neither would give the other the satisfaction of knowing they'd beaten the other. Sensing this, he managed to utter a muffled "Three...two... " she knew what she meant as both got ready to cum. As he lay down, looking up at her tight, dripping wet pussy he noticed how lathered her ass hole was. He grinned as he said, "one." He slid two fingers inside her pussy and vibrated them as he slid the index finger from his free hand in her sopping wet ass hole. Both came. He smiled as plenty of juice dripped down to him, running over outstretched tongue as it gently tickled her clit. She smiled as shot after shot of cum erupted inside her mouth. By the time both had stopped cumming they could barely move. Over a matter of minutes, they retrieved the tongues and fingers. She lay on top of him as he lay below her. Both stayed that way for quite some time, trying to catch their breath.

She was the first to move. She stood up slowly, finally able to breath evenly. He copied her, smiling as his cock continued to throb, a mixture of cum and water running down his leg. He outstretched his arm, reaching out his hand. "Tommy," he said. She grinned, shaking his hand. "Tori." Both knew they didn't have to say anymore. Nothing could make this experience any better.

She nodded, turned and walked towards the changing room. But before turning the corner she looked back at the man that gave her the best fuck of her life. Tori watched him, pick up his lifeguard now soaked life guard shorts and pull them back on. "Swimming is definitely my new hobby" Tori thought to herself. She had most certainly won THAT challenge.

Welcome Ladies and Gents! I am your Hostess for the duration of your time aboard…..

2009-06-12T11:11:00.000-07:00

Welcome Ladies and Gents! I am your Hostess for the duration of your time aboard…..

......Would you care for a drink ?

...and nibbles?
The ‘In Site Movie’ showing today is

...One Million Years Before Lustfultori…
If we experience some turbulance…........

Ladies and Gents…Please Buckle up ...

We will be in for a bumpy ride!

If you need my attention please press the over head call button
Catch me if you can........

Safe travels !

An exchange between two friends about a successful Courtesan:

"In the first place, she dresses attractively and looks neat; she's gay with all the men, without being so ready to cackle as you are, but smiles in a sweet bewitching way; later on, she's very clever when they're together, never cheats a visitor or an escort, and never throws herself at the men. If ever she takes a fee for going out to dinner, she doesn't drink too much--that's ridiculous, and men hate women who do--she doesn't gorge herself--that's ill-bred, my dear--but picks up the food with her finger-tips, eating quietly and not stuffing both cheeks full, and, when she drinks, she doesn't gulp, but sips slowly from time to time....Also, she doesn't talk too much or make fun of any of the company, and has eyes only for her customer. These are the things that make her popular with the men. Again, when it's time for bed, she'll never do anything coarse or slovenly, but her only aim is to attract the man and make him love her; these are the things they all praise in her."

I am Courtesan Lustful Tori , an Exotic companion reserved for the most selective and refined gentleman; those who appreciate a woman of infinite variety. As an entertainer, confident, muse and luxury travel companion. I bring a sublime experience to each and every encounter.

Some may ask what makes this Courtesan different from any other. I feel that life experiences have played their role in creating the Courtesan that I am. The same true for the gentlemen who appreciate my unique gifts. Just as I am an extraordinary woman, my friends are extraordinary men.

As a Courtesan, I am a mistress of sensual delights. Dangerously provocative, seductively beautiful, hedonistic, curious, playful, generous, witty, pasionate and sensual. I am a lady, quietly confident of my own femininity, charming and graceful, demure in my speech and capable of engaging in an intelligent conversation. I share these qualities and charms not only to delight and enchant the gentlemen in my life, but also to cultivate my soft, enduring nature. I understand gentlemen, and they enjoy and appreciate my company.

In order for me to provide consistent, high quality companionship , it is pertinent for me to be well read and well versed on a multiple of diverse subject matters. My thirst and hunger for knowledge is strong. I strive to learn and absorb all that surrounds me. I pride myself on having a strong academic background and having achieved many personal accomplishments, as I believe that these attributes make the time I spend with a gentleman that much more rewarding for both of us.

The gentlemen that I meet with enjoy the fact that I bring them into a world where they can feel free, playful, and at ease from the stressors of life. Together we enjoy a discreet liason for a few hours or a few days. Conversations that linger over an aperitif to stimulate the appetite, playful pillow talk, mutual exploration of the mind, the body the soul and more. I am genuine in my attentiveness, anticipating a gentleman's needs before he even expresses them. I enjoy entertaining both in and out of the boudoir, giving all pleasures to the gentlemen with whom I choose to spend my time.

Found worldwide, by appointment, I prefer to see a select few and do not limit myself to a certain 'class' of gentlemen but to gentlemen with class.
Welcome,
I am The Courtesan Lustful Tori

Lustfully Yours,
Tori Blake
619-559-9196
www.lustfultori.com

Tori sighed.

2009-06-12T11:06:00.000-07:00

Tori sighed.

It had been a hard day, and as usual she felt as if nothing had been accomplished. There were still orders to fill, phone calls to make, emails to read, and all she really wanted to do was head home and go to bed.

Actually, what she really wanted to do was go to bed with him, the handsome temp secretary who had worked in the office for the last few weeks. Ever since she’d met him she’d been lusting after his well-built body. It didn’t help that he was also a very sweet guy with a cheerful smile. She always felt happier whenever he was nearby, not to mention an awful lot hornier.

Master.....

2009-06-12T11:04:00.001-07:00

Master.....
i look at You and see the strength i yield
i lie here, Your willing sub, awaiting Your touch
i try to speak and You smile to me and tell me hush
You produce a silken sash, and with it cover my eyes
Your hands move like an artist's across my body
Your lips grace mine, tasting, touching
i feel Your lips as You move down me
i feel Your breath against me, hot and damp
i reach a hand out, but You say no, lie still
You reach my center and begin kissing softly
Your tongue like a tiny whip, each motion a sensual lash
i arch my back and present myself to You
i am needing You....wanting to feel You
Your movements quicken, and i feel my body responding
as i reach the height of my pleasure, You remove the sash
You gaze into my eyes and flash a brilliant smile as You watch me
afterwards, You kiss me tenderly, and i am elated
there is but one word that crosses my lips
Master.....

I AM SUBMISSIVE!

2009-06-12T10:59:00.000-07:00

i am a submissive woman.
i am not weak,
nor i am worthless.
i am a submissive woman.
i am intelligent,
and possess a strength
and perseverence that withstands
the trials of life.
This strength which i possess
and cherish
is my gift to You.
When life breaks You down
and makes You
question the man
you were intended to be...
allow me to allow You
to suck my strength from me.
Make it Your own.
i do not
nor will i ever
give my submission to a man
just because he claims dominance.
But to You,
i give all of me...
and Your ownership
completely
sets me free.
i trust in You to cherish the gift,
embrace my trust in You...
to protect me.
i have opened up my heart
and my mind...
the very core of my soul to You...
and invited You in.
i have
given You the book
entitled "Me"...
and invited You to read.
You know i have suffered
and
You know i am scared
but You...
You have endeavored
to erase the memories
and
replace the pain.
You are my Master
and
i am Your slave.

i am not to be degraded
nor ever dishonored
yet
i recognize
i am not Your equal,
nor will i ever be.
i was created
to compliment You...
i was created to make You whole...
for without the portion of Your heart
that contains my soul...
would not be complete...

Lustfully Yours,
Tori Blake
www.lustfultori.com
619-559-9196

I love to dream. Wandering, Exploring, Experimenting…..Fears.

2009-06-12T10:55:00.000-07:00

I love to dream. Wandering, Exploring, Experimenting…..Fears.

I dream often as all of us do and yet I wonder what it all means. At times when I wake I find myself wanting to go back to the place of which I left.

This dream.

Have you ever found yourself interrupted from a dream, awaken by something and wanting so badly to return to that dream.. that moment? To absorb it.. to live in it?

I often have.

The other night, I had a strange dream. This dream, for some reason for the most part was difficult to remember and now even harder to explain. But it had such an impact on me that when I woke, I felt as though I was still living in the moment.

The Moment.

A ring of fire, I am given the choice between a lover and a friend. So strange as the lover and the friend seem as though they are the same person, even though they were not. As the dream goes on, the two people become dimensions of people I have met before, both people who are living and those who have passed on.

Choose one.

And, as I stand there trying to figure out how I could possibly choose one and why I have to choose one, I realize that the person who is asking me to choose.. is actually me.

Awaken yet wanting to go back.

I love to dream, at times it terrifies me, yet somewhere in my mind I know it is just a dream.

I love to dream. Trying to figure out what it all means…

As Always,
Lustfully Yours,
Tori Blake
www.lustfultori.com
619-559-9196

Evening Floats

2009-06-12T10:49:00.000-07:00

Evening Floats
A Clandestine Encounter.

I follow your voice and whisper your name.
Offering all of me to you. My heart, mind, body and soul.

In quiet I listen to your passions, and yearnings, truths, and desires.
Your words stimulate the pleasure centers of my mind.
They send shivers of sensual delight. A deep longing for connection.
I welcome your touch.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I feel a tingle of excitement running up the back of my neck.
Exploring endlessly.

Becoming emotionally exposed.
The basis of true intimacy.

Delicious dimensions of the physical, mental and emotional.
In search of the magnificient and the mystical.

Rising in and out of fantasy and ecstasy

You and I. Aroused again. Evening Floats.

Lustfully Yours

Tori Blake

619-559-9196

www.lustfultori.com

Undeniable Sex Appeal!

2009-06-12T02:15:00.000-07:00

Tori’s a striking exotic brunette with undeniable sex appeal, yet more importantly has been complimented on numerous occasions for having intelligence!

Tori describes herself as "a harmonious shadow that walks delicately yet aimlessly beside you, awaiting to experience joys that time allows us."

Tori is an elite woman with elegance, sophistication and intelligence to match her sex appeal, a woman who understands the needs of men and is their biggest fan, a woman who is dying to meet you, seduce you and make you feel alive in the most graceful fashion you can't possible resist-- but more importantly, a woman who will redefine your impression of what a professional is all about. :-)

Lustfully Yours,

Tori Blake

619-559-9196

www.lustfultori.com

BIOGRAPHY

2009-06-12T01:58:00.000-07:00

Lustful Tori is a beautiful, elite Sicilian/American Indian courtesan, providing discreet, uninhibited companionship to elite professionals and high profile gentlemen who are seeking beauty, class, quality and simply the epitome of Girl Friend Experiences!

Lustful Tori is an upscale independent courtesan based in Sunny San Diego and is available internationally as well.

Ms. Blake has had an extensive career in entertainment and corporate America.

In her mid thirties, Ms Blake truly takes pride in her exquisite appearance and works diligently to maintain the utmost beauty and physical health. She is 5'6", 130lbs with a athletic and elegant figure (36C-24-35). Above all of this, Ms. Blake will captivate you with her charm and poise, leaving you yearning for her presence on a consistent basis.

Ms. Blake is an excellent conversationalist who can handle herself in any type of environment from black tie to a relaxing private evening by candlelight. You will be pleased in any setting with her. Allow yourself to indulge in the ultimate fantasy of Ms. Tori Blake…

Confidential incall is limited to those that Ms. Blake has already become acquainted with. Outcalls are available to upscale hotels or residences with advanced notice only. Serious inquiries only!!

Lustfully Yours
Tori Blake
619-559-9196
www.lustfultori.com
lustfultori@yahoo.com

ETIQUETTE!

2009-06-12T01:54:00.000-07:00

When emailing me, I require your absolute professionalism and respect at all times. Please do not discuss money, sex acts, or use foul language. IF YOU INSIST UPON THIS I WILL SIMPLY IGNORE YOUR E-MAIL! It is appropriate to tell me a little about yourself, your interests, and a little about your needs without getting too specific or graphic.

Please keep in mind that my compensation is never discussed once you enter my presence. This information is taken care of prior to meeting.

Be on time for our scheduled appointment. If you are going to be late, please take the time to call me. Please place my compensation in a sealed envelope and sit it in plain view. Please have a valid ID out and available for my verification.

Finally, all I ask is that you respect our time together by properly cleaning yourself. Hygiene is very important to me and if there is a problem with that, the appt will be terminated!

I am in the business of providing world-class companionship to those who desire the essence of passion, beauty, and intellect…cum fly away with me…

Lustfully Yours,
Tori Blake
619-559-9196
www.lustfultori.com
lustfultori@yahoo.com

INTRODUCTION!

2009-06-12T01:43:00.000-07:00

Thank you for visiting my cozy cyber space. Please make yourself at home. As a courtesan, my goal is to make you feel as euphoric as possible while indulging in the ultimate companionship with me. In addition, this area is designed to inform you initially about what the appropriate steps are here so that your pursuit of me is as smooth and enjoyable as you could possibly imagine.

If you are fairly new to the idea of courtesanship, I encourage you to view an excerpt from "A Book Of The Courtesans", by Pulitzer Prize nominated author Susan Griffin. I hope you find this information as provocative as I did.

If you are fairly unfamiliar with modern day etiquette when meeting with a courtesan, Please read my blogs. This will greatly assist you on your glorious quest.

I look forward to hearing from you very soon. Please be aware that reading the entire website will answer most of the questions that you have for me. I spent a great deal of time preparing this site to allow for an even flow of the dissemination of information. I do have an available contact number listed here. However my preferred method of initial contact is via my email. When calling, please understand that I do not answer blocked or anonymous calls under any circumstances and I don't answer calls after 10pm. If you simply dial *82 along with my contact number, that will allow me to view your number.

If you are pleased with my presentation and would like to set a rendezvous, please use my email as stated earlier. I do require that the entire form is completed as incomplete forms will be discarded. I am confident the information I have provided will help you on your journey to find fulfillment. Now that the sticky tid bits are out of the way, I would like to invite you to relax, enjoy, and indulge.

Sincerely,
Lustful Tori Blake
www.lustfultori.com
619-559-9196
lustfultori@yahoo.com

"Early Spring Morning"

2009-06-12T01:08:00.000-07:00

I wake my hand between my legs, I’m wet I have been playing with myself in my sleep, as I open my eyes I continue stroking my pussy, I kick the covers off and spread my legs allowing me easier access. One hand between my open legs while the other gently teases my nipples I trace a figure of eight over my breast as I recall a treasured memory.

The memory I’m using is the first time I had sex with an old boyfriend, he took me away for a week to the Keys,Fl, and he made love to me on a secluded beach.

I slid one finger between my puffy pussy lips the heel of my hand pressing over my clit, I rocked my hand my finger entering my pussy pressed on the front of my pussy, I sighed as the finger pressed on my g-spot.

He ran his hand along my thigh, till his hand was just brushing the crotch of my swim suit, wetness flowed from me and dampened the strip of material my breathing quickened, he was kissing me all the time and then he edged his finger under the leg of the swim suit, he ran his finger up and down, my legs fell open as he gently pulled the material, he put another finger under which touched my mound making me shudder.

I slid a second finger inside and curled it, then I rolled on to my tummy and bent my knee up, as I reached back and with my free hand I stroked my puffy pussy lips while grinding my clit against my hand now trapped under me.

He pulled my swim suit aside and ran his fingers freely over my exposed pussy, I felt his cock on my legs and reached down and my small fingers traced his bulge still encased in his swim trunks as he slipped a finger into my wetness I began stroking the hard cock, up then down, then I felt Him removing his fingers and he climbed up on to his knees and moved up till he was kneeling at my shoulders, he pulled his trunks down revealing to my inexperienced eye an enormous cock, he stroked it once twice three times and offered it up to my lips, I stuck my tongue out and touched it to the tip, He sucked in a breath at my touch.

I slid my finger into my pussy against the two from my other hand and moved it in and out, I gasped and my breathing became shallow, as I masturbated moaning into my pillow.

He pressed further my mouth as wide as I could I accepted him into my mouth, my tongue flat as He began to move his hips, I wrapped two hands round the base of his cock, he fucked my mouth with just 2 inches, I felt he would chock me if I let more in, but He reached down and slipped two fingers into my pussy and I removed one hand reaching down and grasped his wrist, he slipped another 3 inches into my mouth, I puffed out my cheeks as he rode my face, and fingered my pussy I was in heaven.

I felt the familiar warmth spreading through my body as I fucked my pussy with three fingers; my masturbation grew more erratic as I was on the verge of cumming.

He removed his cock and moved down flipping me on to my tummy he clambered up between my thighs and lifting both legs under his arms he positioned his cock at the entrance to my inner haven and in one deep hard thrust he entered my driving breath from me and stretching my pussy it felt like he was splitting me I two, but I was also in ecstasy my lover pounded his cock in and out I heard the blood pounding in my head my body seemed to be on fire and then lights flashed in my head my body convulsed as I came and came hard on my lovers cock, he came deep inside me cum and girlie cum mixed, we both collapsed with him still inside me.

I stiffened and my orgasm swept through me, my fingers beneath me still inside me while the other I took into my mouth and sucked, as I slipped back into a happy sleep.

Morning Love!

2009-06-12T00:47:00.000-07:00

mmmmmm ...... i love seeing you laying in front of me naked ...... smiling at me ...... you're so sexy ...... i draw my finger over your lip and groan as you suck on it ....... damn you make me throb ......

i run my fingers slowly down your body ...... taking you all in ...... you have an amazing body ...... lean over and start to gently suck and nibble on your flesh ...... mmmmmmmm ...... you taste so good too ...... start to move down your body ...... kissing ...... licking ...... sucking and gently nibbling ...... groaning as you feel so good on my mouth ...... stroking your hard body ...... move further down and open your legs ...... nuzzling on your thighs and leaving a trail of kisses and sucks along your groin ...... my hair brushing against your cock ...... i can see and feel it twitching ......

i kiss and lick around your balls ...... love that you are breathing harder ...... love that you are enjoying this as much as i am ...... lick my tongue over your balls and slowly up the length of your cock ...... love how hard you are but not ready to eat you just yet ...... take a ball in my mouth and massage it with my tongue ...... sucking gently ...... then on to the other ...... massaging and sucking again ...... then raise your ass a little and start to lick and suck my way to your ass ...... suck a little harder on your flesh as my hand gently runs up your cock ...... flick my tongue over your ass ...... then suck and push just the tip inside ...... before sucking back to your balls ......

love that look in your eyes ...... desperate for me to suck you and stop teasing ...... but enjoying the sensation too much to force me ...... suck your balls into my mouth again ...... groaning at how yummy you taste ...... lick up your cock and run my tongue all over ...... making you nice and wet ...... but your cock doesn't enter my mouth ...... just lots of wet licking and slurping ...... suck back to your ass and encircle it with my tongue ...... my hand strokes slowly up your cock ...... at the same time i force my tongue deep inside your ass and grab your cock firmly ...... twisting slightly to make your foreskin tight ...... i start to rub my hand up and down your cock ...... fucking your ass with my tongue ...... sucking and vibrating there as i groan at your groans ...... run my hand firmly up and down your hard cock ...... love the noises you are making ...... and your ass is so wet ......

slide my tongue out and replace it with a finger ...... finger fucking your ass ...... move my mouth to your cock and start to devour you ...... no teasing ...... no ...... just sucking and eating your cock while i finger your ass deep ...... move so that i can take more of you into my mouth ... sliding up and down using my other hand to massage your balls .... burying my chin in your balls as i groan and gag ... i think my mouth was made for you ...... sliding up and down your cock feels so right ...... taking you all in as my tongue rolls round your hardness ...... love how you touch my throat ...... love how my eyes are watering ...... and i know the noises drive you mad ......

this isn't a one off baby ...... i want to make you cum ...... i need to make you cum ...... then i can keep coming back for more ...... addicted to you ...... slide my lips off your cock and straddle you ...... no messing ...... just slide all the way down your cock ...... throw my head back and moan ...... soooo loud ...... arching my back and grabbing my breasts ...... i start to ride you hard and fast ...... screaming your name as i bounce up and down ...... soaking your cock and balls with my juices ...... need you deeeep inside me ...... balls deep as i cum ...... rocking and grinding ...... i squeal as your finger enters my ass ...... makes me fuck you even harder ...... i must look possessed ...... but don't give a shit ...... i'm lost in my orgasms ...... oh damn ...... i am gonna cum ...... bite my lip ...... ................................... screaming your name as i thrash about on your hard cock ...... OMFGGGGGGGGG ........... struggling to stay on you as your thrusts make me SCREAM ...... feel your cum filling me ...... collapse on your chest and grin up at you and say ...... morning baby...

Lustfultori the Courtesan

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Lustfultori the Courtesan

When lust for gold falls on a man he'll travel far and wide
But rarely does he think to take a woman on his ride
Now Lustfultori's a lady who can see a perfect chance
Sets out to travel West with girls, who'll sing and love and dance

Her Father was a Minister who preached a moral line
But Lustfultori's of different cloth she seeks a life that's fine.
She knows that men will pay to see a lady's smiling face
And if they pay for something else, it's really no disgrace.

She builds a bar and keeps it clean, the men must show respect.
The ladies who will work for her will never know neglect
Each man who comes must wash and shave, or not get through the door.
Another thing to bear in mind, is none of them are poor!

A man strikes gold and wants a wife, so goes to Lustfultori;
A girl for life or just one night, she'll find and charge a fee.
And no-one minds her history, all girls are valued here;
To find a wife without a past you'd have to walk a year.

The sheriff never interferes, he's paid to look away
And Lustfultori rewards him with her love each Saturday.
And when the hills are stripped of gold she'll start another life.
With all the money she has made, she'll make a perfect wife.

The girls will always think of her with love and fondest thanks,
As all of them have husbands and deposits in their banks.
So many towns were founded by the likes of Lustfultori
But services they gave the West are missed from history.

For men with guns killed Indians, and all the buffalo
But the real winners of the West are never put on show.
For men alone can't build a state, it's wives that set men free.
So join us in the song we sing "Three cheers for Lustfultori!!!"

COURTESAN!

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COURTESAN!

At first glance, the word seems to sit almost coyly on the page. But first impressions can be misleading. The slightly risqué connotations which come to mind hardly reveal the abundance that is hidden here. What was a courtesan, really? As with any tradition that was once alive, the meaning is far too rich for a simple answer. Dictionary definitions will hardly suffice. Where one edition says the courtesan was a prostitute who associated with wealthy men or aristocrats, another refers to her as a kept woman. Yes, she shared characteristics with both. But she was neither.

To claim that courtesans were prostitutes would be deceptively simple. It is true that Madame du Barry, favorite of Louis XV, was once patronized by upper-class men who paid nightly for her favors. And we know that Céleste Mogador, who eventually became a countess, worked in a brothel when she was very young. But their stories only make what may seem a subtle distinction on paper more clear. To become a courtesan was a promotion of great proportions, a fortunate leap into an unimaginably better life. Unlike a prostitute, a courtesan did not live in a brothel, never walked the streets, nor did she, strictly speaking, have a pimp to control and bully her.

On occasion, usually early in their careers, some women did have procurers, but it was their mothers who played this role. Sarah Bernhardt, for example, was given her first liaisons by a mother who, being a courtesan herself, looked to her daughter to provide for her in her old age. This arrangement was common in sixteenth-century Venice and Rome, where mothers who had once been courtesans would, as a matter of course, procure for their daughters. The relationship between mother and daughter is entirely different from that between pimp and prostitute in many significant ways, including the fact that unlike the prostitute, who enriches a pimp more than herself, while she supported her mother, a courtesan could benefit from her own success.

But the distinctions are far greater. With some legendary exceptions, the agreements made with courtesans were hardly quid pro quo. It is probably true that la comtesse de Castiglione was given 1 million francs for a twelve-hour orgy with Richard Wallace, natural son of the fourth Marquess of Hertford. And the rumor may be justified that Liane de Pougy was given 80,000 francs by Henri Meilhac, the librettist for Offenbach's popular operas, just to see her nude (or so Edmond de Goncourt writes in his Journal). But the usual arrangements were like those made with mistresses and even wives -- longer lasting and more subtle in nature. And in distinction to the support given mistresses, who were often modestly kept, these relationships were far more lucrative. Soon after their liaison began, for instance, Louis XV presented Madame de Pompadour with an estate, one of several she was to receive in her lifetime, including the mansion known as the Palais Elysée, now the home of French presidents. A hundred years later, following the same tradition, in addition to giving Marie Duplessis a splendid coach, a team of the finest horses, and a monthly allotment to pay for a maid and a cook, le comte de Stakelberg bought the courtesan her fashionable apartment on the boulevard Madeleine.

The splendor in which the great courtesans lived is fabled. At times their riches grew to exceed those of their protectors. They accumulated town houses, châteaux, villas, all decorated with frescoes and sculptures by important painters, with wood embellishments carved by the best craftsmen, endowed with precious materials -- gold gilt, silver, crystal, marble, and onyx -- and furnished with the finest antiques, silver services, porcelain vases, the most select china, and priceless tapestries. Their coaches rivaled those sported by the elite. Their wardrobes, made from the most luxurious fabrics and by the most celebrated designers -- Charles Worth, for instance, or Paul Poiret -- were envied by respectable and titled women who copied the styles they wore. And above all, courtesans collected jewelry: strings of diamonds and pearls, diamond tiaras, sapphires and ruby rings, emerald brooches, which they displayed with a good measure of pride and also canniness. In a memorable scene from Colette's novel Gigi, the daughter of a courtesan is carefully taught to tell the difference between a canary diamond and topaz; a cocotte's cache of gems served both as an emblem of success and as a fund for her retirement.

The rivalry between courtesans over jewelry had occasional dramatic moments. A story is told about the competition between Liane de Pougy and the Belle Otero which is true, though the setting is disputed. Some say it occurred at Maxim's; others, such as Janet Flanner, the correspondent to The New Yorker in the early twentieth century, place it at the Opéra; and still another, Pougy's recent biographer, places it at Monte Carlo. But the essence of the action is always the same. First, Otero makes her entrance, dripping with diamonds and precious gems in every form: necklaces, bracelets, earrings, anklets, layered and piled in a glittering display of astonishing abundance. Then, shortly after, Pougy enters, wearing only one very elegant diamond necklace, but she is followed by a maid who carries a high pyramid of her priceless jewelry stacked on a red pillow.

The goods would have come from many sources. If, as with a mistress, an affair with a courtesan was rarely just a one-night stand, that is where the similarity ends. Courtesans could be both less and more than mistresses. Less because they were by no means always faithful. Usually, they had several lovers, some who contributed to the household expenses and some who did not. Like other Venetian courtesans, Veronica Franco had many protectors. Sharing in her support, each was pledged a different night of the week in her schedule.

And unlike the mistress of a married man, who is often kept hidden, just as the courtesan was proud of her jewelry, she too was proudly displayed. She was expected to accompany her various lovers to public places and events, café s, restaurants, balls, parties, the theatre, the opera, even hosting gatherings of her lover's friends at her own home. In sixteenth-century Rome, when the powerful banker Chigi entertained at his villa near the Vatican, his lover, the courtesan Imperia, was usually the hostess. It is thought that her beauty inspired Raphael's famous fresco of Galatea that still adorns one wall there. During the Belle Epoque in Paris, among the wealthy playboys, aristocrats, and businessmen who belonged to the exclusive Jockey Club, it was considered de rigueur to keep a courtesan -- so much so that even homosexual men felt they had to do it for show.

But perhaps the greatest distinction we must make here between kept women and courtesans is that the latter were personages. They were, indeed, what we call today celebrities. Friends of kings, regents, emperors, statesmen, financiers, famous writers and painters, they were the constant subject of columns printed in weekly journals, gossip about their romances, what they wore and what they did providing continual fodder for public curiosity. Flaubert, Zola, Balzac, Colette, the Goncourt brothers, all based major characters on the lives of courtesans. And of course, from Praxiteles to Titian to Manet, they were favored as subjects by painters and sculptors.

For this reason, a courtesan had to be highly cultivated. Often born to poverty, with no education and lacking upper-class manners, a young woman would have to be taught many skills in order to play her new role. As in Shaw's play Pygmalion (or the musical that followed, My Fair Lady), she would have to learn to speak with an upper-class accent, dress well if not lavishly, arrange her hair fashionably, walk gracefully, dance, and play the piano. She would be required to know table manners, of course, but also different protocols, including at times the protocols of the court. A woman who may not even have been able to read very well would now be expected to know the plots of operas, recognize literary references, and have some familiarity with history. Only the brave and intelligent would be able to survive the course.

Many courtesans exceeded these requirements. Some, such as Céleste Mogador, who wrote novels, or Tullia D'Aragona, three hundred years earlier, who wrote a philosophical text on Eros, were writers. Veronica Franco was a respected poet. A great many wrote their autobiographies. More than can be counted were notable actresses, dancers, singers, music-hall and circus performers. A few, such as Sarah Bernhardt and Coco Chanel, became far more famous in other professions. An even smaller group, the comtesse de Loynes for instance, gained titles when they married their aristocratic lovers, then having learned to behave well enough and after acquiring sufficient wealth, they slipped past the arbiters of class into high society.

But if these women were remarkable in their accomplishments, they were exceptions among the already exceptional. Altogether, there can be no doubt that courtesans were extraordinary women, not only considering their talents but because, as Simone de Beauvoir writes, they created for themselves "a situation almost equivalent to that of man... free in behavior and conversation," attaining, "the rarest intellectual liberty." For centuries courtesans enjoyed more power and independence than did any other women in Europe. To understand why this was so, we must consider the history of women in Europe, a history that is by no means always the same as the history of men. The consideration is crucial, especially because outside the context of the larger narrative of women's lives, the word "courtesan" loses much of its meaning.

For the several centuries during which courtesans practiced their skills, women were far more confined and regimented than they are today. Except among courtesans, if a woman had wealth, it was almost never her own, but hers to use only through the beneficence, permission, or parsimonious allowance of a father, brother, or husband. Thus it was rare even for women born to wealthy families to be financially independent. Though a luxurious dependency may sound attractive, economic dependency implies a loss of freedom. An upper-class woman did not own the houses she inhabited, could not in fact purchase a house if she wanted to, nor even furniture, china, jewelry, clothing, or food without approval, nor could she travel by her own choice or alone. She was controlled by those who controlled the purse strings.

This circumstance was coupled with still another condition that served to keep upper-class women dependent. They were not fully educated. According to the century in which a lady lived, she might be taught to embroider, to sing, to play the piano, and to dance; she would be instructed in religion and given the rudimentary skills of reading and writing, but what she knew of history, literature, philosophy, or politics she would have had to glean by inference from listening to the conversations of the men in her family. And until the latter part of the nineteenth century when, because of the influence of feminist movements, a few women were admitted to universities, medical, law, and art schools, women were denied the training they would need to enter a profession. Thus the ways available to upper-class and respectable women to earn an independent living were very few. Lacking either inheritance, a family wealthy enough to sustain her, or a husband, an aristocratic or bourgeois woman might become a governess. For the most part, her only other option was to join a convent.

The purpose, therefore, of a young girl's life was to prepare her to attract a husband. She was taught to dress and dance and curtsy so that she might be presented at court or at a debutante ball, where it was hoped she would meet her future husband. But though she was required to enter the rituals of courtship, neither her feelings nor her preferences were considered relevant. Most marriages were not made for love. They were, rather, thinly veiled financial agreements, arranged to benefit a young woman's family or the family of her future husband, while conferring prestige on one or the other or both.

Even the instructions she was given to be pleasing to men had unnatural limits. Given almost no sexual education except the advice to behave with a modestly flirtatious deference to men, her efforts to catch a husband were supposed to be innocent, just as her limited knowledge of the worlds of finance and politics was thought to add to an air of innocence, lending her an attractive naïveté. We might say that, paradoxically, by the rules of this social world, her dependency was her chief asset.

But this state of being could also easily prove her downfall. A descent of this kind has been painfully captured by Edith Wharton. In her great novel The House of Mirth, Wharton depicts the financial and sexual naïveté of Lily Bart, a young woman who is upper class by birth, with only a small inheritance, whose ignorance leads her to commit several social follies that leave her both penniless and unmarriageable. By painful degrees of descent, she meets the worst fate imaginable for a woman born to privilege -- she is forced to begin life as a working woman.

The fact that throughout centuries of European history the majority of women had to work is often omitted even from accounts that purport to focus on women's lives. Peasant families depended on the labor of women and children alike to eke out a living. And among those who lived and worked in the city, apart from the nobility or the wives of the professional classes and the bourgeoisie (who only began to grow to significant numbers in the eighteenth century), whether women took in laundry, worked as chambermaids, charwomen, seamstresses, or weavers, they were wage earners. Married or not, the income they earned was necessary to their own survival as well as that of their families, yet they could earn only a fraction of what men could. In Paris in the early nineteenth century, for example, when peasant economies in France began to collapse and the cities, especially Paris, were flooded with refugees from the countryside seeking employment, even the salaries of workingmen were barely sufficient for survival. Though they worked long hours, often sixteen hours a day, many women could not live on the salaries they were paid.

Thus the word for a woman working in the garment industry, the most common form of employment for women, grisette, which derived from the dull gray of the muslin dresses she wore, acquired a second meaning. Even into the mid-twentieth century, dictionaries still defined the grisette as "a woman of easy virtue." Earning 1 to 1.5 francs a day for work that was seasonal, the garment worker had to turn to other sources for her income. Some walked the streets; some lived with casual lovers, oftentime students, who helped to pay the bills; others attended the many public balls that were popular then in Paris to search for wealthier men who might pay for their favors for a night.

It was for this reason that so many courtesans began as grisettes. If they were lucky enough or extraordinary in some way, they could climb the rungs of a ladder that could lead them further and further away from penury and a grueling schedule of hard work. At a public dance hall, a young woman might meet a man who would set her up in an apartment. A woman who had this good fortune was called a lorette, the word for a would-be courtesan, a woman who was kept only modestly. She did not habituate the elevated circles in which courtesans traveled, though she was a social fixture of the bohemian world. Mimi in Henri Murger's Scènes de la Vie Bohème was a lorette. But the story is better known as Puccini's opera La Bohème.

Only the few who were the most talented among lorettes would ever become courtesans. The heroine of another famous opera, Violetta Valéry in Verdi's La Traviata, was modeled after Marie Duplessis, a real woman who started as a grisette, became a lorette soon after, only to ascend with remarkable rapidity to the rank of courtesan. Her story is typical of the rags-to-riches ascent that was both as desirable and improbable then as is the dream of becoming a sports hero today. Born to near poverty in Normandy, Marie's mother died early. After a period in which her alcoholic father, an itinerant salesman, hauled her with him about the countryside, offering his daughter at least once as merchandise, and after being abandoned by the same father to distant and unwelcoming cousins in Paris, she began work as a grisette. That she was poverty-stricken during this period is verified by the testimony of Nestor Roqueplan, director of the Opéra, who spotted her a year before she became famous, on the Pont-Neuf, dressed in dirty, ragged clothing, begging for a taste of the pommes frites that were sold on the bridge. It did not take her long to meet a restaurateur who established her as a lorette in her own apartment. But this tenure was equally brief. She rose quickly to become one of the highest-ranking courtesans of her time. Well fed and housed, considered to be the best dressed woman in Paris, the woman known as "the divine Marie" had acquired great fame, not to speak of a title, before her death from tuberculosis at the age of twenty-three.

Class is an essential ingredient in the history of courtesans for many reasons, including the dramatic transformation that occurred in the life of a woman who was elevated thus. According to accounts from the eighteenth century, Madame du Barry, who herself experienced a spectacular rise from grisette and sometime prostitute to become the favorite of Louis XV, spoke far better French than his previous mistress, Madame de Pompadour. Since the celebrated Pompadour had been educated by her bourgeois family, she spoke a French that was at least passable at court. But because Barry's working-class language was entirely unacceptable, she was compelled to learn an upper-class grammar that was far more correct than that of her predecessor.

Still, the plot thickens. The issue of class cannot be understood apart from issues of morality. For several centuries in European cultures, with some variations, it was thought that a woman should be chaste before marriage, and if not absolutely faithful, she should at least behave with enough discretion to protect her reputation. The requirement was not uniform. In certain periods and places, especially those in which the poor were driven to desperate measures, a woman's chastity had less significance among working people than it did for the aristocracy. But this division of sentiments was not consistent. The peccadilloes and open liaisons of nobles, kings, and emperors were known to incite wrath from the less privileged public.

What remains relevant to this history, however, is another condition that fostered the tradition of courtesans, the simple fact that as with Edith Wharton's character Lily Bart, a wellborn woman could fall, and in falling not only lose any chance for marriage but be shunned by society as well. In that case, one of the better options open to her would be to become a courtesan. There were so many women who chose this solution in Paris at the turn of the century that a special word was used for them: they were referred to as demicastors. Because of a scandal that had ruined her reputation, one such woman, Laure Hayman, was ostracized until she made her way back into society in another role, as a courtesan. She counted among her lovers many powerful men, including Louis Weil, the uncle of Marcel Proust. It was probably because Proust had known her since he was a boy that he took Hayman as a model for Odette Crécy, the fictional courtesan whose story threads through A la recherche du temps perdu.

The tangled skein of double standards regarding both sex and money, gender and class, creates an interesting controversy over whether or not certain historical figures ought to be classified as courtesans. Agnès Sorel, favorite of Charles VII of France, is generally not considered a courtesan, nor is Alice Keppel, longtime mistress to the Prince of Wales, though both were given financial aid by the monarchs who loved them. One might answer that they did not take money from any other lovers. Except that Pompadour, who took remuneration from no other lovers either, is called a courtesan by almost everybody, probably for the sole reason that she came from the bourgeoisie. Rather than probe the justice of this reasoning, the hope is that these controversies might be resolved by the chapters to follow, which in general use the term "courtesan" as a favorable designation.

Yet it should not be construed that The Book of the Courtesans attempts to argue that its subjects were virtuous in a moral sense. No effort will be made here either to defend or condemn their behavior. Rather, the virtues in the title take their definition from an older usage -- one that was once applied exclusively to men, but which, though it has been out of fashion since the Renaissance, this book revives and applies now to women. In this older definition, virtue has nothing at all to do with chastity. It refers rather to the strengths and attributes that characterize as well as distinguish a person.

Though circumstances must and will be summoned so that these stories can be better understood, the emphasis here will be on the creative response each woman showed to the conditions she confronted. For this phenomenon to be entirely explained, we must explore the considerable magic of human ingenuity here. There are so many kinds of genius to be found in these stories that were we not to place our focus on virtue, we would be squandering a treasure that belongs to all those who are the inheritors of this history.

For history it is. Although the many virtues that courtesans possessed were employed to defy circumstances, the role they played depended on the same circumstances over which they triumphed -- conditions which today, fortunately for modern women, no longer exist. At least within modern European cultures women are not expected to be virgins before they marry, nor do they have to be dependent on husbands, brothers, or fathers for their economic survival.

And there is still another reason for the disappearance of this tradition. The temper of the times has shifted, too. Technically speaking, many women today do what courtesans did; it is quite common still for a married man to support his mistress, and a whole population of highly cultivated and elegant women serve today as escorts, call girls, and modern hetaerae. But just as surely as the role of the courtesan was created by historical conditions, she was also inextricably linked to a historical mood that had come to an end by the third decade of the last century. In 1948, after visiting La Belle Otero, Anne Manson wrote: "When Otero departs there will depart with her the last symbol of an epoch, superficial, light and at the same time virtuous and cynical, covetous toward others yet madly extravagant in its pleasures, full of faults but not without its splendors."

To become a courtesan, a woman required a setting. Though she was center stage, she was not alone. Nor was she hidden. Almost by definition, she was surrounded by scintillating activity. She was inseparable from the demi-mondes she inhabited -- slightly rebellious, risqué, or naughty worlds, alternate societies where a certain sophistication, including carnal knowledge that was banned from proper society, was allowed to thrive. The Belle Epoque, the period that Otero symbolized, was famous not only for its writers, artists, playwrights, and actors but also for the glittering social scene which was staged almost continuously on the Grands Boulevards in Paris, the epicenter of the atmosphere, and the stage on which the courtesan played a vital and charismatic role.

Courtesan versus Escort

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Courtesan versus Escort

Yes, it is important to know the difference to determine which best fits your desire, needs and style. Alternatively it is important to know which type of client you would be. Then and only then we can create the best possible outcome of our randez-vous for an unforgettable peak experience that you perhaps are seeking whether for a day or a lifetime.

Different men are looking for different things and there is much confusion around about many terms improperly used in the industry by lack of knowledge or simply by the desire to take advantage of this grey area to simply mislead and lure you in by now too many ladies, agencies and such who falsely use terms like VIP, Courtesan, Exclusive and High Class where mostly there is not much basis for any.

A courtesan, before anything, tries to remain relatively exclusive and is truly selective about her encounters. She does not see common men who can afford to see her somehow but the truly elite gentlemen who understand and truly appreciate what she offers.

It is important for you to know and understand what you are looking for, so you are not disappointed or wasting money on services that you will not enjoy. Please understand I am one of the very rare premium international courtesans in the world, there is not many of us around at all, and please after reading this, determine if this is what you in fact are seeking. I would be so delighted should you see us as perhaps an exciting and right match:-) and develop the bond that will exquisitely enrich both of our lives!

I am not pursuing this profession to see bulk clients to make the biggest buck in no time, therefore you won't see me advertise my calender booking every single day of my life with as many appointments as I could possibly squeeze in as I wish to remain quite exclusive and fresh while maintaining my private life fully, pursuing my interests, learning and growing, always keeping room for recharging to be able to offer the best service that I can which is now kindly, widely recognized as simply unrivalled by any. I most certainly am not one who would mislead you about what I have to offer, claiming false degrees, false seeming life experiences, false accomplishments of any kind. I would like you to know exactly who and what I am and what my service is about so that you can determine for yourself if we could be the right fit and whether or not you wish to meet/get to know me. I am in many ways quite unique with my extremely unusal background, formal and informal education, many travels, talents, hobbies, interests and quite extraordinary personality.

A COURTESAN CLIENT is usually a rather selective & mature individual, looking for a deep connection, an emotional enhancement with romance, sensuality and very 'intimate' intimacy. He requires a stunning young woman who can provide for him on a very high level of talent in many different areas; intelligence, vast cultural experiences, global understanding, true class, entertainment, outfits & roleplay, ability to understand/converse in different foreign languages, musical instruments, striking beauty, and uninhibited bonding abilities on many levels. The courtesan service is rather Tantric in style, prolonging pleasure and postponing orgasm, possibly for a more fulfilling final climax. Much more intense and involved than the effortless encounters of an elite escort. This client is extremely selective. He would not consider embracing services that do not provide this level of beauty combined with this level of talent on such varied levels, as to this man it would be meaningless. This client needs meaningful encounters, and not all high class escorts are capable of or willing to open up that much emotionally to a client. A man who prefers to spend money on himself for quality would never utilize a parlour or average escort service.

A HIGH CLASS ESCORT CLIENT is looking for an uncomplicated session of good conversation, beauty, fitness, and sexual talent. His desired companion is well spoken, well educated, but not providing anything too difficult or too elaborate. She is mostly not willing or able to open up and connect as deeply as a courtesan does. She is attractive to beautiful, with a pretty friendly personality, and provides what is known as a 'girlfriend experience', behaving as a romantic partner would. She is there with the express desire to seduce him, and climax may occur one or several times. Her focus is on elegant seduction, and this can include anything from a simple conversation, massage and intimacy, to dinner and romantic candlelight seduction scenes. These services can attract models and dancers, who enjoy the power of seduction and the joy of meeting new quality people and sharing sexy experiences, without giving too much of herself away. This man would possibly be frustrated with a courtesan service as it offers so much more depth, or might enjoy it as a variety occasionally if he can afford it. He would definitely be disappointed by a general escort or parlour girl. Anything less than high class is not good enough for him, he's fairly selective but not quite as elite as a courtesan client. He may be willing to pay similar prices for quality as a courtesan client, but he is quite happy with the ease and flow of the high class escort service.

AN ESCORT CLIENT is not looking to spend any more than he has to, and is simply looking for sex, no frills. He is usually similar to a parlour client but prefers the girl to come to him. A nice chat and sex, it's as simple as that. The escort is a generally average to attractive girl but has a willing nature and a friendly approach. This client will rarely use a courtesan service, as he doesn't understand why anyone would pay that price, and may not even be accepted as a client by courtesan or high class services. He may occasionally pay more for a high class version, but he usually thinks it's just for a prettier face or better body. He might not notice the difference in the service, if he is not well in tune with a woman's body and technique. He's not overly fussy, he just wants to be with someone and get what he's paying for.

A PARLOUR/ BROTHEL CLIENT is looking for quick, simple sex, preferably as affordable as possible. (Or sexual satisfaction without penetration, in the case of a massage parlour) He may spend quite some time with the girl, but it is based solely on sex and nothing else. The room is fitted out with a shower and a bed; there is no question as to the intent of this meeting. He is not usually looking for anything more than non-committal conversation and laughs, and physical closeness. A spa and/ or massage may be included. This client would be lost with a courtesan, (and probably would never consider paying that much, even if he could afford it) and no doubt frustrated with a high class escort, who wants to enjoy intelligent conversation & good fore-play with her sex; this man is best suited to cruising parlours, as he likes the variety of different girls all the time, and never gets too close to any of them. He may sometimes have his favourites, but is usually just looking for affordable sex. Selecting the right service style for you will often save you a lot of money during the trial and error & possibly some very disappointing experiences!

When you are ready for a worldclass premium courtesan of exceptional caliber, you now know where you'll find her! :-)

Courtesans in History

Courtesans have a unique and storied place in history. Throughout the ages they have been the companions and confidants to men of wealth and power. Valued as much for their wit and intelligence as for their physical beauty, they have always been associated with art and literature. In addition to providing inspiration to many great artist and writers of the past they often created their own works as well. The Heterai - a word meaning female companions - of ancient Greece were some of the more influential early courtesans. The most famous of these is Thais, mistress of Alexander the Great who later married King Ptolomy of Egypt.

In Venice beginning in the 1400s and continuing on until the early 1800s courtesan culture thrived. Venetian courtesans were flamboyant and fashionable women who lived lavish lifestyles and had access to education that most females of the time were denied. Courtesans of that time also engaged in charitable activities and many were known for their good works and compassion. Veronica Franco, one of histories most celebrated courtesans, opened a refuge for unmarried mothers in 1577 at a time when few options for women such as these existed. Refined women of style and cultivation, courtesans have at times been considered the ultimate luxury and at others a social necessity. They were the original self made women.

There is only a few courtesans live up to the craft today. In the eyes of such women lay an ocean of secrets, some meant only to be shared between the shadow and the soul. It is this mystery that captivates the mind and inspires excitement and passion. It is this mystery that beget the history of the muse of fire, the mistress, the lover and the courtesan. To be inspired by the depths of a look, a glance, the subtle turn of the head and the elegant length of the neck, is to experience art, life, and the wealth of possibilities therein.

**Partial content: courtesy of "Courtesans, How Many Left Today"

INTERVIEW with Tori Blake

2009-06-11T23:47:00.000-07:00

* Is this an agency?
Absolutely not...I am completely independent and prefer this. However if you find yourself in need of a referral…I do have connections with courtesans of the same caliber in many cities.

* Are your pictures authentic?
Of course they are. I do not believe in deception at all. My goal is to provide you with the best images possible of myself so that you can make a solid decision when it comes to choosing a personal companion.

* What services do you provide?
Cheeky!…Seriously, our time together is very private and the services that I provide depend on the request of the gentleman. In general, I am the ultimate "Girl Friend Experience". The time that we will spend together will be one of your most memorable experiences with a young lady.

* How do you keep things safe and discreet?
Not only am I very selective but I also require prescreening for all new clientele! If you are a very high profile gentleman (celebrity, athlete, the president..lol), please contact me directly for special instructions. This is a risky business and for the sake of my safety and well-being, I must take necessary precautions and make sure you are who you say you are. Positive identification is required and everything will be verified, confidentiality and discretion assured!

* Your rates are a little higher than average. Some may even consider them expensive. Why is that?
Because I can. Money is not an issue for most of the friends that I see. I treat my friends like fabulous wine and exquisite roses. I feel that I am actually giving my friends the deal of a lifetime when it comes to my services, demeanor and appearance. If you need to save for a few months in order to utilize my fine services, then I am probably not the courtesan for you. I see very few gentlemen and prefer to keep it that way so that the time we spend together is extremely special and romantic.

* Do you drink?
I consider myself to be a social drinker as I have to watch my physique. I do enjoy a very good Riesling wine or a fine champagne (not too dry).

* Do you offer domination or fetishes?
I apologize, but no I do not. I do offer fantasy dress and take clothing requests.

* Do you offer companionship to women and couples?
NO.

* Do you perform in porn movies or can I tape our time together?
I do not and will not perform in any pornographic movies. The time that we spend together is for our eyes only. Thank you for respecting my wishes. If you carry a camera phone, please leave it in your vehicle.

* Do you do "two girl shows"?
No. I am strictly a lover of the male persuasion. No requests please.

* Do you take appointments on very short notice?
I won't deter you from trying to set up a rendezvous on the same day that you contact me. However most of the time I am not available on short notice. I recommend that you plan at least a few days in advance to secure your time with me.

* When do you normally work?
I rarely work at the last minute and prefer appointments scheduled in advance. I am available for outcall to all major upscale hotels only. Incalls are available to friends that I feel secure with. Thank you for understanding my position.

* Can you come to my home?
After all of the necessary information is provided will consider a romantic rendezvous …Please allow for ample time to converse prior to our actual meeting in order to reach a certain comfort level with each other.

* Are there any additional charges involved?
A travel fee may be added depending on the location I am traveling to. Tipping is NOT required but greatly appreciated

* What is your Time preference?
I like to spend quality time with my friends and I don't feel that quality can be attained in 1 or 2 hours. I prefer a 3+ hour rendezvous for your ultimate enjoyment and mine as well. I am sorry but half hour and hour rendezvous' are not available at this time.

* Do you accept alternate methods of payment?
One can send a partial "gift", if required, via my swift pay account (western union). Another alternative is to send a money order or cashier's check to my PO box. This information is given after you have been verified. Please note that I do not accept credit cards at this time.

* Are you available for travel?
Absolutely. However, I prefer to make my own travel arrangements so an additional deposit will be required. Please be aware that I travel 1st or business class only. Please schedule several days in advance to secure our rendezvous.

Introducing Lustful Tori Blake

2009-06-11T23:44:00.001-07:00

Tori Blake understands her clientele and knows that they are dreaming of an unforgettable experience when selecting the ultimate girlfriend experience. Could this be you?

You're the guy who has everything and has done it all yet you feel something is still missing. Why is society's recipe for happiness not working? You have a beautiful wife, bought the house in the private gated community; the children are in private school. What could possible be wrong when you did everything right? You feel trapped, taken for granted and unappreciated. Sometimes you feel like you want to leave, however, you can't because you are too invested, too comfortable, and possibly fear the change of starting over. What if I told you that you could stay right where you are and be the happiest man in the world? Would you be interested? Sure you've thought about escorts but never did think you would find someone like Tori here in San Diego. Now imagine yourself alive again! Sitting across the table from someone that is actually interested in hearing about your hobbies, your ideas and most importantly interested in you. Remember the passion you once had? That man, not the " everyday man", but the secret real you is screaming to get out. Can you hear him? I can.

Not rushing a first meeting is very important. Tori Blake is one of the few San Diego escorts who enjoys taking her time and getting to know her clients.

In the event you would like to indulge in a romantic encounter with one of the top San Diego escorts and desire some insight as to who is behind these pictures, you're invited to escape your world if for only a passing moment in time.

Tori's rates are a reflection of the excellent experience you two will be enjoying. Rates are fixed and non-negotiable. Please do not ask for discounts; the rates for extended periods are already adjusted.

Everything you need can be found there including my calendar.

Thank you for your precious time, patience and understanding. I look forward to meeting you soon.

Please explore my website and if I intrigue you Please by all means contact me for an experience you'll never forget!

Tori Blake

619-559-9196

Email: lustfultori@yahoo.com

www.lustfultori.com

Checkmate!

2009-06-11T23:42:00.001-07:00

Board games are fun for all ages, they claim,
So it's off with the TV, and on with a game.
As we get the board and prepare to play chess,
We're both in a mood that we want to undress. Thus, a provision we're mutually makin'...
We'll gradually strip while our pieces are taken.
Strip Chess, of course, is a break from convention
That leads to an outcome I don't need to mention.
Right from the get-go, the merriment proves
That this game's gonna have lots of interesting moves.
Of course, you're the king, and I'm queen of the house,
And your royal intent is to open my blouse Open my legs in the process, as well,
And you'll get what you're wanting, it's easy to tell.
Just for the record, between me and you,
The prize that you crave is the one I want, too!
Our thirst for what follows immensely increases
As we're spinning stories with all of the pieces.
The banter between us can't help but excite
As we're planning to have an exceptional knight. Chess pieces give us a good opportunity
To talk about love and the subject of unity.
We both mention flames that we've had in the past,
And even those times when the love didn't last.
We all play the pawn at some point in our life
Before we're promoted to husband or wife.
The dating machine was a madhouse of suitors,
With me watching butts while you checked out the hooters. While physical charm can be potent, indeed,
There's something 'upstairs' that you certainly need.
One shouldn't think about hopping in bed
'Til they like what resides in the other one's head.
Mental attraction's a powerful potion
That's always intrinsic to long-term devotion.
But if you're too reckless, there's no need for shame,
'Cause sometimes, you're rooked in the course of the game.

This foreplay is fanning our urges so fast
That you're starting to wonder how long you can last.
But patience is key in a game of this sort,
As it helps in improving our skill at the sport.

The ultimate payoff is far more sublime
When the goal is delayed for a matter of time.
Indeed, you admit that your orgasm's stronger
When you let the game last a little bit longer.
Regardless which side of the chess board we're sitting,
We have to acknowledge how horny we're getting.
As pieces are taken, I'm stripped to my scanties.
I'm dropping my bra, leaving only my panties.

Distracted as such, as I'm largely undressed,
Your eyes wander off from the board to my chest.
Bustlines, it seems, really stoke the desire.
Your spark of attraction breaks into a fire.

I'm flattered, of course, as the moments are dwindling,
That watching my boobs is such powerful kindling.
You start to succumb to your privileged perspective,
Despite that a checkmate is still the objective.

You're checking my mates with the eyes of a hawk.
I see the response in your crotch as you gawk.
The shorts you're still wearing aren't hiding the proof
As your hardened erection is 'raising the roof.'

Now, in effort to forfeit the game,
You're making a move that's incredibly lame.
I watch as you're making a boneheaded move
That our bud Bobby Fischer would never approve.

Moving your king to a space in the open,
I checkmate your piece in the way you'd been hopin'.
Driven, of course, by your hunger to score,
You've shortened the match by an hour or more.

You're bowing toward me, and I curtsy instead,
Then we rush like the dickens to hop into bed.
Good thing the bishop approves what we're doing,
'Cause we always need his approval for screwing.

With queen-given sanction, I launch the attack,
And hover quite nimbly while you're on your back.
I take in the prize that I desperately need,
And I note that your bounty is king-size, indeed.

You're very intrigued by the grace of it all
As I carefully rise and methodically fall.
You're hoping as king that I'm not gonna stop,
'Cause you always enjoy when I ride you on top.
You get your release by the usual means
As you're placing your hands to my breathtaking queens.
We may never know why the knight is a horse,
But we love the result of the evening, of course.

Prelude To Ecstasy!

2009-06-11T23:38:00.000-07:00

I'm busy at something or else in the house,
And then, all at once, there's some hands on my blouse!
I'm very aware how it rattles your nerves
Every time that you're fondling my feminine curves.

Whenever you're looking for sensuous pleasure,
Your hands find their way to my womanly treasure.
You're always content when my 36-C's
Are subjected, at length, to a serious squeeze.

I'm not surprised any time that you rally
To undo a button and peek down my valley.
I know that the canyon you see down the middle
Is bound to excite your libido a little.

Whenever your hand comes to visit, and lingers,
A boob gets massaged with inquisitive fingers.
It isn't too long 'til your love organ begs
For that moist, tender spot in the midst of my legs.

It isn't unusual when you opt for more play
To postpone the prize in the interest of foreplay.
Sooner or later, you're lifting my top.
It's cast to the side, and I'm watching it drop.
My bra is exposed as your actions turn next
Toward the business of kissing the rim of a breast.
You finger my peaks as my nipples pop up,
And they're forcing their profile right through a cup.

It's always a sight that you're finding ethereal
When nipples have hardened against the material.
It isn't too long 'til your actions grow bolder,
And you slide my bra straps down off of my shoulder.

Without hesitation, you reach for the snap
So my bra falls away and it lands in my lap.
I know what you like, and the way that you need
To press lips to my nipples as soon as they're freed.
.
I guess it's a posture implying submission
When I am assuming the 'doggy position.'
Taking my place on the bed or the floor,
I'm at your command as I'm down on all-four.

In case I've forgotten, your cock will remind me
That you are aroused as you move in behind me.
I know that you've told me my boobs look their best,
Dangling straight down toward the floor from my chest.

And although they're swaying, they swing all the more so
While you reach around me to squeeze on my torso.
I can't explain why, but so often, I'll giggle
Whenever I notice my boobs start to jiggle.

It's only a matter of time 'til you play
With my boobs in a manner that's making them sway.
You're keeping my nipples aroused as you pluck them.
My peaks will be hard when you're ready to suck them.

You open the drawer and start treating my nips
To some sensual jewelry attached to the tips.
The rapture is clear from the look on your face
As you tighten those tweezer clamps right into place.

As always, I note that you're fully enraptured
When toys have ensured that my nipples are captured.
It doesn't take long when you've started to flirt
'Til your hands work in tandem on lifting my skirt.

When foreplay subsides, and the bed is the venue,
Your raging desire is surging within you.
I lie on the bed and I stretch out spread-eagle,
Assuming a posture that's almost illegal.

You soak in the view and delight in my form.
I'm horny, I'm naked, I'm here and I'm warm.
I'm reeling you in with my feminine lures.
I'm ready for love, and my body is yours.

As you're moving toward me, I spread my legs widely.
Your penis is stout as you venture inside me.
I know that you like when your plunging produces
The sounds that it does as you meet with my juices.

I love when I'm getting the climax I need.
We aim for that target, and often succeed.
Rapture suppresses all other distractions,
And all we're aware of are pleasing contractions.

MORNING SHOWER

2009-06-11T23:22:00.000-07:00

MORNING SHOWER

A member of this site, Is a Tittie Fan, and wanted to see some more pics of me with my titties wet in the shower. I thought it was a great idea and it would also be a chance for me to show off my 36 Natural C tits. When I was ready for my shower this morning, I asked Barepixels.net to grab the camera so he could take a couple of pictures of my titties dripping wet. I was in a playful mood so I actually had him take a lot of photos. I was a little horny so in some of the pictures you'll notice I slipped a few fingers in :-) I hope you like the pictures Tittie Fans!

It started out just like any other shower. I took off the towel that was covering my naked body and I couldn’t wait to feel the warm water splashing against my chest. I opened the shower door and reached in to turn the water on.

As I stood there butt naked waiting for the water to warm up I began feeling very naughty. I arched my back and pushed my ass out so that the camera could get a better view.

Once the water warmed-up I jumped right in and stepped under the showerhead. The feeling of the water pulsating against my chest and tickling my sensitive nipples was really quite erotic.

I grabbed my loofah sponge and started lathering my body with soap. I was sure not to miss my ass because I always want it to feel nice and smooth when a guy grabs me from behind to fuck me doggie style.

I was really starting to feel naughty so I leaned up against the shower wall and I ran my hands over my chest, across my nipples, and down to my pussy. I paused at my clit to give it a little extra attention.

Now I was really getting horny and I knew that I had to get myself off before I finished this shower. I placed a finger inside me as I caressed one of my titties and I continued finger fucking myself until the juices began to flow from my pussy.

I moved back and forth between my pussy and my clit, ensuring that both received equal attention. The pleasure of masturbating was intensified by the warm streams of water hitting me all over my body. Of course one finger wasn't going to be enough for me so I slipped another inside. My tight little pussy started to quiver as I began to finger fuck myself harder and harder.

With the warm water rolling over my body, and two fingers deep inside my ****, I started feeling that familiar tingling sensation shooting throughout my entire body as I began to cum. I threw my head back against the wall moaned with pure pleasure as my pussy was tightening all around my fingers and my orgasm began to peak. Finally, I felt the full force of my orgasm as wave after wave of pure ecstasy seemed to shoot from my tips of my toes to the top of my head over and over again. Wow, what a way to start out the day. I can never get enough of that feeling.

Now that I had taken care of my need to get off, it was time to finish my shower and get ready for work. I stood up so I could finish washing my now reinvigorated body.

My hair was the last thing that needed to be washed so I turned around and let my head fall back into the water. When I was finished I decided to strike a few poses for the camera.

As I closed the shower door and continued to pose for the camera, I pressed one boobie up against the door. The cool glass felt great against my erect nipple.

In fact, it felt so good that I pressed both of my tits against the shower door to enjoy the sensation.

With both titties pressed against the shower door I kissed the glass.

My shower was over so I opened the door feeling totally clean and refreshed in more ways than one.

I grabbed my towel and dried off my soaking wet body. I had a really great time taking a shower with someone watching my every move. I hope you enjoyed taking a shower with me and maybe you can come along for the next one!

Lustfully Yours,
Tori Blake
www.lustfultori.com
619-559-9196