I am brightly anticipating my Friday appointment with a young lady about to permanently leave DC for the west coast.

The thing she did on our first meeting, which absolutely had me going bonkers, is this.

From the second I walked in the door, until the moment I tore myself away, she was purring and rubbing like a slinky cat weaving it's way in and out of your legs.

I know what you mean. That's what keeps me going back to my ATF. Just listening to her purr over the phone does something special to me.

Three things that just drive me insane:

Client #1.  He looks me in the eye, all sexy like, and asks, "What do YOU want baby.  Tell me what YOU want me to do to you."  

Okay.  Drives me crazy because there is no way that I can be honest with this one.  "What I want is for you to leave the envelope on the table and then leave.... and then book me again for next week and do the same thing."

Client #2.  When he's fingering me rather crudely and I'm moaning out of pain and trying to subtly manuever his hand away from my poor battered pussy and he starts getting excited like he's doing something really great.  Then he starts yelling, "Yes!  Yes! Cum for me baby! Let me see you cum for me!"

Drives me crazy because, crap, now it looks like he isn't going to give up on fisting my poor pussy until I fake an orgasm for him.  And I'm really really bad at faking it.

Client #3.  When we have the most incredibly sexual, sensual, intimate time together.  His skills are so intensly amazing that I have orgasmed three times before he cums.  Our connection is so fierce that I feel like I'm flying into the clouds and must be drunk or high.  And as he shutters to his final orgasm, I honestly feel like we have shattered some physical boundary and we are fused together forever.  Then he's done, he flops down onto me, pulls out, rolls off, slaps me on the ass and says, "That was fun."  Then hops off to the shower leaving me wondering what the hell just happened.

Drives me crazy because he has no fricken idea that he's the best lover on this earth.  And the intensity of our sexual encounters is such that I need a day or two to recover.  And he has no clue that he affects me so much.  Thank goodness for the "biZZ"  or I might think I was falling in love.  : )

... might not work for another ...

There's this lady I see sometimes. She's usually dressed for manual labor when I see her. Super casually. We chat usually about very non-sexual stuff. The kind of stuff everyone avoids -- politics, and that sort of jazz. And we do very ordinary things. Almost domestic.

Well, I'm at the sink washing a glass out when she comes up behind me with her hands around my middle; presses up against me and starts licking my neck and ear. Her hands are running over my chest, her warm breasts are pressed against my back, her tongue is doing ... things ...

The glass didn't get washed until later. Amazing I managed not to break it.