RUBBER STOCKINGS

I hate rubber stockings.
You sweat in it and after a while they give you the unconfortable feeling of being wet and cold.
But when we are together, he wants me to wear them although he didn´t expect me to do it that way this time.
As always, he called me and said that the airplane ticket was waiting for me at the airport.
As always, I asked him in which city I was supposed to fly this time.
- Las Vegas - he answered shortly - in five hours.
I packed a little baggage and called a taxi.
I will never forget his face when he saw me.
At the airport I slowly walked to him bounded up in shining rubber feeling on my body the eyes and the desire of all the men that were there. I even had a whip with me.
The driver in the car was not beliving his eyes.
- Hallo John - I said with my nicest smile - can you please don´t look in the rear-view-mirror that way? You know, I am a shy girl...
John smiled and then started the engine. We closed the glass in between us.
Then I looked at the gentleman sitting near me. He was incredibly amused and excited the same time. We didn´t have our usual nice chit-chats drinking wine on the way to the hotel.
He caressed my rubbery breasts and slowly opened the zip in between my legs.

FIREWORKS

I am not looking so exotic for Arabs but still, they love me.
I was invited in Dubai last week. The fireworks were spectacular!
The party I attended to was for men only. We girls were just part of the entertainment.
We had to spend two days in the beauty center to be prepared as he wanted us to be. We were supposed to look like fireworks too. He wanted us to be dressed up with precious sparkling stones and transparent silken veils, nothing else. Each of us symbolized a colour, and a stone. Each of us wore a special perfume. I was ruby and I was wearing jasmine.
I have to admidt I never felt sexier in my entire life.
He let us in after the show.
He wanted his guests to feel like fireworks themselves and explode into us.
The guy I was offered to was quite nice and had soft hands. He took me in front of all the others because he had to demonstrate them he was not gay.

THE LOBSTER

Yesterday I went with a man that could have been my grandfather.
He said he liked my exotic look and he found my accent very sexy.
I am not English mother tongue.
But he enjoyed my tongue on him.
Luckily he was tasting good. I hate when they taste like rotten lever.
He was still quite powerful for his age and, I have to admit, he even knew how to touch a woman. It happens very seldom nowadays. Maybe it was just experience.
He ordered dinner in the bedroom. Food had for him a special meaning. He was not just eating, he kind of had sex with it.
I will never look at a lobster as just food again.

THE FIRST TIME

The first time I went with a man, it was for money.
He was young, rich and good looking. I was seventeen.
I wanted to look cool at his eyes and I went with him to his villa.
- I´ll give you a thousand dollars if you let me fuck you.
- I am a virgin - I answered laughing - I want at least the double!
- Done.
My word was given and I could not withdraw.
He was tender with me that very night, and I learned more than I expected.
I was naked on silken sheets feeling his pleasure in me. I liked both.
In the morning I woke up in his big bed alone. At his side there was a beautiful red rose and an envelop with two thousand dollars.
From then on, I only sleep on silken sheets.

MY JOB

I´m starting this blog and I am not sure why.
I think because I like to be looked at when I make love.
I believe it´s because I am a voyeur that likes to look in the key lock.
Maybe it´s because I´d like to share some of the most incredible stories that happened me during my job.
I work with people. I work on people.
I had to accept heavy compromises and mainly women don´t understand why I did.
I think I did because I like to feel how strong my power on men is.
I believe I did because I like money and luxus.
Maybe it´s because this allows me to near the most powerful and rich men on earth and get their secrets.
In bed everyone speaks and says more than he should.
What is my job?
I am a courtesan.