To regale my next tale I have to take you back a few years. Way back before I ever did escort work or starred in any porn film.
Long before I ever indulged in gang bang activities or performing sexual acts in front of an audience.
It's incredibly easy to partake in good sex. It's just as easy to find great sex, but to encounter incredible sex, that only comes around once in a blue moon.
Each individual will have their own interpretation on incredible sex.
Some will put it down to size, body, looks and a multitude of other misguided conceptions.
Well take it from me, to encounter incredible, mind blowing sex, here are the ingredients.
The man must possess the following qualities.
Imagination and inventiveness.
Strong sensitive hands.
Hygiene.
Knowledge of a woman's body and how it functions.
Last but by no means least, a sense of fun.
I've spent time with guys who would put horses to shame with the size of their cocks, but they thought they just had to turn up with the meat and that would be that.
I've fucked male models with looks and bodies to die for, but it was always a fight over the mirror before, during and after sex. If my mind wanders from the task at hand then the sex is obviously not that remarkable.
Without a shadow of doubt the most incredible, remarkable unbelievable sex I ever had the good fortune to take part in happened with a guy in his mid-forties.
He had an incredibly sexy smile, thinning hairline which he kept shorn close. He used to train regularly but not so much these days, so his body was better than average but could do with toning.
He was good looking in a bad boy, manly sort of way, and had an aura of confidence that put you at ease in his company.
He had in the past been quite aggressive, but these days he didn't feel the need to spill out testosterone.
All these commodities together made you feel safe around him, that he would protect you and keep you from harm.
His cock was just above average length, but a little thicker than most, plus he could fuck for hours on end, ensuring your satisfaction was top of the agenda.
His sense of humour was amazing. He would find something funny in any conversation.
He was unshockable. Some of the tales he regaled when in conversation I must admit brought colour to my cheeks once or twice. I first met him when I was having a cigarette break at my work.
I don't usually smoke at work, but this was a particularly bad day and I needed to get away from my desk for a while. He was holding court as per usual in the smoke shelter, keeping everyone amused.
The girl I went outside with for a cigarette introduced me to him. He smiled and instantly picked up my mood, encouraging me not to worry about circumstances and that everything balanced eventually, even quoting a few examples in a humoresque way.
I tried not to be attracted to him, but he possessed a persona that somehow got past my defences. When he found out what my job was he informed me that his department needed some help in my chosen field and would I be available to assist.
Instructing him that my function was to help and not hinder he said he'd email me with the details.
True to his word when I returned to my desk, there was an email from him outlining the problems in his department.
The email covered all the details but also in between paragraphs there would be a few funny lines and the inevitable innuendos.
Not one to shirk a challenge, I replied with a few tongue in cheek statements with some of my own more obvious innuendos.
The emails bounced back and forward like this for about a week, when I pushed the boat out and suggested he gave me his mobile as our emails were becoming too suggestive for work and we could get even dirtier by text.
He obligingly gave me his mobile asking for mine in return. The texts far outweighed the emails in levels of smut. I decided to take things to the next level and told him that I would be all alone that night with a bottle of wine and would more than likely be satisfying myself sexually with something battery operated.
He responded by asking if he couldn't help in that department could he at least watch. I laughed at his response then gave him my address and told him he could indeed watch, but there was an interactive facility if he wished to take part. The texts for the next few hours were mind blowing.
This was the greatest cerebral foreplay I'd ever experienced. The texts even covered articles of lingerie, positions, activities, preferences, toys almost anything sexual you can think of. By the time I was driving home from work my pussy was bubbling like a boiled kettle.
It was impossible not to give my pussy lips and clitoris a few strokes on the way home, to help release some of my pent up sexual energy.
On arriving at my flat I had a quick shower and chose a red see through bra with matching thong, a pair of high heeled mule type slippers with my silk dressing gown wrapped around me. I opened the wine and poured a very large glass. My throat was drying with anticipation.
A few sips of the wine appeased my thirst, as I relaxed on the sofa as rhythmic music pulsed from the sound system.
The timing was immaculate, as I stood from the sofa to refill my glass, the doorbell chimed. I pressed the intercom.
