Self-knowledge and generosity are two main characteristics that keep a relationship going on strong and steady. We don't want to be in love with someone who doesn't know our flaws and imperfections, who always refers to you as goddesses. Simply because, you're not. Nobody is.
Chemistry is a magical thing. With some people you don't even have to think about what to say, you just hit it off right away, so naturally that it even surprises you.
This morning I woke up to my Japanese guy friend's mum's footsteps in the kitchen. My reflex action is to cover my butt with the blanket. Oh, how awkward. That lady is probably the nicest woman I have ever known. Contrary to the norm, she is neither nosy nor judgmental. Best of all, she prefers silence to meaningless blabbering in any occasion. The longest span of continuous conversation was when she worried about whether I would sue her son under the charge of sexual harassment, which is hilarious but not too far from the truth.
R, the Japanese guy, and I went to the vegan café nearby to which I was introduced, and per usual, annoyingly yet unsurprisingly, R started asking whether they accept credit cards or not. I don't know if R is a male chauvinist or not, but he's definitely not a gentleman. He pays for all my meals, accompanies me to my every appointment if he could, provides me with supplies and offers me a place to stay when I don't have other options. Reasonably anyone would think he's a gentleman, but the reason behind all his good deeds stems from the need he feels to justify himself for trying to protect me, or other escorts, and without him noticing, he feels entitled to my body. This is not to say that I feel ungrateful for his hand when I'm in need; it's simply the truth.
Yesterday marked my first squirting experience. One thing is for sure, it only happens under absolutely no pressure, meaning you have to be over the top horny, so horny that you can't even think about squirting. It was so spur of the moment, after an inappropriate make-out session in a park full of children and concerned-looking mums, we walked hastily to a hotel nearby. By the time we got there, my panties were soaking wet. It all happened so naturally, amazingly intense yet relaxing. It was when both derived pleasure from being able to pleasure the other person. It seemed that our bodies were in accord, with irresistible attraction.
One time I was with a very shy guy from Switzerland. He was lanky, sporting a head of long, blonde hair. Now that I think about it, I feel sorry that he was my last costumer of the day. Because of that, I wasn't paying any attention to him at all. My head was dizzy and my body wasn't able to be aroused again no matter how hard I tried. At last, after an awkward foreplay of him fumbling around and me falling asleep, he gave me a panicked smile and, sensing my weariness, ceased to tell me to just use my hands. Within a minute, he came all over himself and got some on the sheets as well. Silently we cleaned ourselves. As if things couldn't get any more awkward, he asked me how much he should pay for the service. This is one of the worst parts of doing escorting: either we didn't agree upon the price first, or things have fallen out of plan, and they have to ask me again for the rates. I should always be professional and be clear and non-negotiable, but somehow I just couldn't do that with a straight face or with an adamant stance. And if not mistaken, I reckon it's just as awkward for the punters. After that we walked alongside each other to the train station.
"Well, it was very nice meeting you, Miss Jennifer." He said, with an almost imperceptible Swiss accent.
"You too." A big smile. I hope it didn't seem forced.
Damn, I miss my bed.
Honestly, I don't think I have a high sex drive. And it is, in my opinion, relatively hard for me to get off, whether it's through my own effort or with other assistance. I guess the key for me really is mutual attraction, not only physical but also mental. This is the one reason that I don't label myself as a sex addict, because my pussy doesn't get wet for any semi-nice looking naked males.
Tip: When masturbating, sometimes it's great to do it in the shower, especially when you're not alone in the house. When the shower head isn't strong enough for stimulation, throw the head aside and simply rely on the full pressure of the water column. More power? Press you thumb or any finger on the spout, let the water massage your clit and an orgasm is guaranteed, big time.
Chemistry is a magical thing. With some people you don't even have to think about what to say, you just hit it off right away, so naturally that it even surprises you.
This morning I woke up to my Japanese guy friend's mum's footsteps in the kitchen. My reflex action is to cover my butt with the blanket. Oh, how awkward. That lady is probably the nicest woman I have ever known. Contrary to the norm, she is neither nosy nor judgmental. Best of all, she prefers silence to meaningless blabbering in any occasion. The longest span of continuous conversation was when she worried about whether I would sue her son under the charge of sexual harassment, which is hilarious but not too far from the truth.
R, the Japanese guy, and I went to the vegan café nearby to which I was introduced, and per usual, annoyingly yet unsurprisingly, R started asking whether they accept credit cards or not. I don't know if R is a male chauvinist or not, but he's definitely not a gentleman. He pays for all my meals, accompanies me to my every appointment if he could, provides me with supplies and offers me a place to stay when I don't have other options. Reasonably anyone would think he's a gentleman, but the reason behind all his good deeds stems from the need he feels to justify himself for trying to protect me, or other escorts, and without him noticing, he feels entitled to my body. This is not to say that I feel ungrateful for his hand when I'm in need; it's simply the truth.
Yesterday marked my first squirting experience. One thing is for sure, it only happens under absolutely no pressure, meaning you have to be over the top horny, so horny that you can't even think about squirting. It was so spur of the moment, after an inappropriate make-out session in a park full of children and concerned-looking mums, we walked hastily to a hotel nearby. By the time we got there, my panties were soaking wet. It all happened so naturally, amazingly intense yet relaxing. It was when both derived pleasure from being able to pleasure the other person. It seemed that our bodies were in accord, with irresistible attraction.
One time I was with a very shy guy from Switzerland. He was lanky, sporting a head of long, blonde hair. Now that I think about it, I feel sorry that he was my last costumer of the day. Because of that, I wasn't paying any attention to him at all. My head was dizzy and my body wasn't able to be aroused again no matter how hard I tried. At last, after an awkward foreplay of him fumbling around and me falling asleep, he gave me a panicked smile and, sensing my weariness, ceased to tell me to just use my hands. Within a minute, he came all over himself and got some on the sheets as well. Silently we cleaned ourselves. As if things couldn't get any more awkward, he asked me how much he should pay for the service. This is one of the worst parts of doing escorting: either we didn't agree upon the price first, or things have fallen out of plan, and they have to ask me again for the rates. I should always be professional and be clear and non-negotiable, but somehow I just couldn't do that with a straight face or with an adamant stance. And if not mistaken, I reckon it's just as awkward for the punters. After that we walked alongside each other to the train station.
"Well, it was very nice meeting you, Miss Jennifer." He said, with an almost imperceptible Swiss accent.
"You too." A big smile. I hope it didn't seem forced.
Damn, I miss my bed.
Honestly, I don't think I have a high sex drive. And it is, in my opinion, relatively hard for me to get off, whether it's through my own effort or with other assistance. I guess the key for me really is mutual attraction, not only physical but also mental. This is the one reason that I don't label myself as a sex addict, because my pussy doesn't get wet for any semi-nice looking naked males.
Tip: When masturbating, sometimes it's great to do it in the shower, especially when you're not alone in the house. When the shower head isn't strong enough for stimulation, throw the head aside and simply rely on the full pressure of the water column. More power? Press you thumb or any finger on the spout, let the water massage your clit and an orgasm is guaranteed, big time.
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