There’s just something about the way it makes you feel.
Being an escort for over 2 years, you learn new things about how a man’s body works every time. His sensitive spots, his scent, his entire machinery is introduced in that span of two hours or less and it is, in most cases –completely magical. There is no doubt that the act itself is wonderful, but what particularly thrills me is everything that leads to it. Foreplay -specifically oral sex-, is a phenomenon in itself when done right and I unapologetically love every second of it. No doubt, I’m all for being on the receiving end of oral sex. I also come guilty as a woman who loves giving it EVEN more.
Maybe it’s in the way he sounds.
Maybe it’s the short gasps he lets escape. The one that slips out without warning when my lips first graze the tip of his cock. I never immediately take him in my mouth. No. I torture him. I let him experience what could be, what should be; then take it away just as fast. His not allowed any more than that, no matter how hard he pulls and tugs. Faltering breath turns to a desperate plea –something that sounds like a cry of pain and pleasure all meshed into one glorious exhale. I let my tongue slip out and lick right down to his balls, before looking straight into his eyes as I take him into my mouth.
Then again, maybe it’s the way he looks.
His face contorts in pleasure as warmth from my tongue and mouth spreads over his body like a fire. His hands tighten around my hair, the sides of my head –anywhere his hands can grab really. Satisfaction sweeps over him as he stares down at me as we look at each other in unspoken sexual depravity. I feel how bad he wants this. The intensity of his animalistic shows in his eyes as he gazes down at me, feral hunger unlike anything in the world.
Then again, maybe it’s the power. I’m down on my knees –a position commonly associated with submission, but I’m anything but a passive entity. I am his life force for the night, I am the source of his gratification and I control him entirely. The promise of release I hold over him bends him to my will and whim as he becomes a mess of sweat, sharp breaths and hot moans as my mouth picks up speed. As an escort, you deal with some men who allow you to control the pace and some who prefer to guide you through it.
I learnt to adapt to pretty earlier on. It’s part of the thrill. How does HE want to be pleasured? Does he like it fast, hot and messy? Or would he rather be caressed, coaxing a slow and steady climax? Every client presents a new challenge for me. In what short time we have together I not only bring them to new heights but instead, challenge myself sexually.
I can’t exactly pinpoint just what it is that makes giving a blowjob so wonderful. All I know is that if it feels as good giving it as it is receiving, I’ll rest easy knowing that I’m in the best line of work possible.
Love,
Rose.