While the trend lately was being the big top, I am very pleased to be the lucky bottom this week so far. With the joys of topping coupled with the joys of bottoming, this side of the coin gives me more insight of how much pleasure a bottom can have with a great top, and learning a few new moves borrowed from my recent encounters. The next bottoms I have will no doubt benefit from these lessons! The joys of versatility...!
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But back to topping, one sensation I could not stop thinking of is the feeling of cock inside me, not moving in and out, but just throbbing. Feeling the pulses of your lover's heart though his hard cock to your eager shoot is a subtle sensation, but undeniably sexy and exciting. Perhaps it is a foreshadowing of the moment of climax, where it seems as if a twin barrel rifle is flaring and ejaculating hot liquid deep inside to cover my guts, and the opening of my hole is around the trigger. Maybe that's it, the reason it feels second only to cumming...
[Sidebar: as I write this I glance over my shoulder and find my male Boston terrier (Yoda) and my new Boston female (Yoko Ono) screwing and stuck. Perhaps I shouldn't type out loud d(-_-)b ]
I don't usually write so erotically, but the sensation is fresh in my mind, having learned my lesson last night and this morning by two different 'teachers'. And since I know they will read this, it is my pleasure to share what is on my mind.
Lesson learned: Throbbing feels great, and should be explored as a way to generate maximum pleasure using minimum physical energy. Kegel Exercises help boost the feeling of the throb, a term I describe as "dick flexing". Flexing dick while quietly inside your lover makes them pay attention to the union of your erogenous zones, and at that moment both minds are touching. The special feeling you have at that point is shared, and the connection takes place. If you are spiritual, I would call this the union of souls. This is by no means a permanent thing, but it is an intense feeling that seems to transcend our logical concept of love. Perhaps, in a more humorous tone, it is our sexual 'reset' button. You know, the one like many electronic devices have to reset it to factory parameters, only this time you don't use a blunt wooden toothpick (ever wondered why those reset buttons are recessed? I guess their makers believed a good deep poke will do them some good once in a while if things go wrong!)
Aware that the majority of the guys who visit me are not into penetrative sex at all, please do not discount the fact that penetration in fantasy is different from doing it in reality. Effort is required to learn the ropes of fucking (for both roles), and for many, sex is all about having fun in a more familiar manner such as masturbation, oral and frottage: things that connect us to early fun sexual notions as children (my theory though). Initial attempts of discovering anal sex for this group are usually not fun, and the feeling stuck with those lessons.The effort lies in finding the right partner at the right time of their life to reset their love-button and set the record straight: anal sex is soooooo good when it's good! The mental aspect becomes much more important and apparent when dealing with the backdoor...
Before I publish this post, I want to say thanks for the many people who have supported me all these years in their own ways, and grateful for the opportunity to write freely about my life and thoughts without suppression. Who would of thought that a simple prostitute can refocus their job to create an image of his world for all to see and share, without prosecution. If only the profession did not carry the weight of a bad reputation, then things would be very good indeed.
Thank you all for reading,
Love the world!
Ronielle
Doing the Oldest Profession in History
Gay escort in Montreal, Quebec, CANADA. These are some of my thoughts pertaining to my work as an escort and the interesting clients that visit me. By sharing my observations, people will understand why prostitution is the oldest profession of mankind, in a variety of forms.
Welcome to my Escort Blog
After escorting more than a decade full-time as a single means of employement, I have so many things to share about my experiences. It is not everybody who personally knows an escort, and maybe never thought that they are more than just a person who gets paid for 'services'. I love writing, so naturally I write about what I know best: my work. Since I don't have any co-workers to chat with, I will let you all inside my little head.
Enjoy, and do not hesitate to contact me!
Ronielle
Enjoy, and do not hesitate to contact me!
Ronielle
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