“You sound sad”

Time and chance have made available a number of ladies visiting the area early this holiday season. As the academic semester winds down, I feel overwhelmed by an endless array of responsibilities: bringing the classes I’m teaching to a satisfactory conclusion; refining my dissertation; managing the many Christmas-related events at the parish. Amidst the stress, I sought a diversion. My date was with Lara, a mature brunette I had visited last year. She kindly arranged an encounter early in the evening, after I had prepared for the next Peace and Justice Committee meeting.

I arrived at her hotel at the appointed time and texted her. She provided the room number with directions on how to get to the elevator. I softly knocked on the door. She answered the door wearing a short, lacy red robe and black Louboutin heels, greeting me with a warm hug and soft kiss. I discreetly placed a white envelope containing the donation on the dresser. We sat on the couch and got reacquainted. Soft erotic music filled the dimly lit room. She had poured a bottle of wine into two glasses. She gently rubbed my thigh as we conversed, giggling at my dry wit. Caressing my chest, she leaned in and kissed me. By now she was rubbing my hard cock through my pants. My hands ran across the fabric of her silk robe before I moved to untie it. She wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath. I beheld her full milky white tits, kissing them and sucking on her succulent nipples. Soon she had my pants off. She quickly removed my boxer briefs and started stroking my cock. She said she wanted to taste me. She got on her knees and started to softly suck on my balls, then licking up my shaft before taking me into her mouth. She gazed up at me as her lips moved up and down my cock.

We moved to the bed. Still wearing her heels, she lay back and spread her legs. I accepted her invitation.

I inhaled her feminine scent. I flicked my tongue inside the lips of her pussy. Her hips gently gyrated as soft moans escaped her lips.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

I told her I wanted to be inside of her. She applied a condom and some lube. She reclined on the bed as I moved on top of her. I felt her grab my ass after I penetrated her. Gentle pumping accelerated into harder thrusts. The sounds of our grunts and moans echoed around the room. Then she moved on top of me and straddled my hips, my cock again slowly disappearing inside her. She leaned forward and started to slowly ride me, her body sliding up and down. Grabbing her waist, I watched her beautiful tits bounce. I thrust my hips off the bed, seeking to drive myself deeper inside her. She rode me harder, bracing her hands on my chest. My body quivered, and I exclaimed my orgasm.

She retrieved a warm cloth to clean me up. We talked some more, mostly about our plans for the holidays. She noticed a certain tone to my voice: “You sound sad.” A postcoital melancholy had set in. We lay still in bed for a while, quietly, before our allotted time was about to expire. We arose from the bed to dress. Again clothed, we wished each other a merry Christmas. She planted a soft kiss on my lips before I headed out the door.

Holy Whore

The first cool, crisp day of autumn. With the start of fall I’ve returned to the classroom to teach a class at a nearby seminary. Pumpkin spice season also brings with it an increased number of ministerial activities at the parish. (I almost singlehandedly oversaw Sunday’s Ministry Fair.) Despite my many obligations, I had arranged a tryst with “Jennifer,” a curvaceous platinum blonde visiting from the Bay Area. I made the considerable drive to her suburban hotel anticipating an erotic diversion.

When the door opened to her hotel room, I was not disappointed. A Marilyn-esque figure greeted me in a black robe with bedroom eyes. In a soft voice, she invited me in. After our initial greetings, I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up and place the donation on the counter. When I reemerged, she invited me to sit across from her in a chair. Her robe was loosely tied; I distinctly noticed her breasts bulging over her lacy black bra.

She immediately asked me about my studies and work in ministry. She then volunteered that she participates in Bible study and is active in her church. She wasn’t the first escort I’ve encountered who professed a religious commitment. During one early encounter, the lady invited me to a revival. On Katherine’s nightstand a bottle of Holy Water sat next to a bottle of Astroglide. My last visit with Audrey included a brief discussion on biblical hermeneutics. I once glanced into the purse of another companion and saw a Bible along with a picture of the Sacred Heart.

As she sat seductively across from me, Jennifer spoke admiringly of my work in the church. She discussed her prayer life, and while her theology didn’t appear to go any deeper than a Joel Osteen sermon, her faith seemed sincere. Yet as we talked, my eyes kept returning to her breasts – her D cups runneth over. My erection grew even firmer. Then she became very flirtatious.

“What do you want to do, my darling?”

I placed my hand on her upper thigh, feeling the silky fabric of her robe. She took my hand, rose from her chair, and led me to the bed. She untied her robe, allowing it to drop to the carpet. Then she released her big breasts from her bra. Lust had already taken over me. I started to disrobe in turn. She slipped her panties off. I pulled down my boxer briefs. She caressed my balls, then then ran her fingers across that sensitive area just beneath my scrotum. She positioned herself on her knees. Her warm, wet mouth was sucking my cock. I gently held her head, her blond hair wrapped between my fingers. Her pretty and attentive face peered up at me, her red lips smeared with spit and precum.

She got up, and we moved onto the bed. She applied a condom. She lay on her back and eased her legs apart. With a slight moan, I slipped myself inside her. As I moved slowly at first, she raised her hips and wrapped her legs around me. I felt her nails dig into my shoulders. The bed rocked and creaked beneath us. I could feel her pussy tighten around my shaft as I pumped faster and harder. The more she cried out the more I wanted to drive my cock deep inside her. I groaned as my body shuddered, and I felt myself spurt into the condom.

She got up and retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom to clean me up. We conversed for a few minutes, mostly about topics that came up in her Bible study. We then abruptly transitioned to kissing and caressing one another. My erection swiftly returned. She moved on top of me, positioning her breasts in my face. I sucked on her nipples, moving from her right nipple to her left and back again. It was time for another condom. She straddled me, guiding my cock into her. My hands squeezed her waist as she vigorously rode me, her tits bouncing up and down. But I wanted more. I had her position herself on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. As I marveled at her curvy bottom, my thoughts were decidedly unholy. I moved behind her, grabbed her hips, penetrated her, and started to slowly and steadily pump into her. The slapping sound of our bodies smacking against each other mingled with our animalistic grunts. With increasingly faster thrusts I fucked her; a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face. My cock started to twitch. My body shuddered as I grunted my orgasm.

We disengaged, and I lay on the bed, spent from my exertions. We resumed our conversation until we noticed that our allotted time was nearing its end. She allowed me to take a shower to wash off the evidence of our engagement. I briskly dressed afterward. She planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. Then I departed for the long drive home.

“Let’s do it”

The evangelical college I attended didn’t participate in Greek life, but the nearby public university did, and the sorority girls there stoked my lust. Perky and scantily clad, their uninhibited sexuality fascinated me.

I thought of them when I saw on social media that “Jenna” was visiting the region. Blonde and tan with curves in the right places, she resembled the ideal sorority girl I so badly wanted to fuck. I clicked on her website and filled out her booking form. Shortly after sending my contact information, I was confirmed for an appointment. The morning of our appointment, after she texted me the address of her incall, I made the drive to see her.

We met in the lobby of her high-end suburban hotel. She was discreetly dressed in a jacket and a long skirt. We entered the room and exchanged a hug. I excused myself and entered the bathroom, where I left my donation in a plain envelope next to the sink. When I came out, the jacket and skirt were discarded, and she was clad in only matching blue bra, panties, and garter belt with black stockings. She moved toward me and gave me another hug and a deep kiss. As her hand slipped down my stomach, she suggested a lap dance. (She said she used to be a dancer at an upscale Manhattan strip club.) She put on some sultry music as I settled into a chair. Her body started to gyrate. Her bra came off. Then she lowered herself onto my lap and started to grind into my crotch. Her 34 DD cup breasts were in my face; I buried my face in them, licking her large areolas and gently nibbling on her nipples. She moaned. She undid my pants, reached into my shorts, and began stroking my engorged cock. My boxer briefs came down. She lowered herself onto her knees, wrapped her breasts around my cock, and started titty fucking me. She then grabbed a condom, put it on me, then started to go down on me as she maintained eye contact. It was wet and sloppy; I felt her saliva trickle down my balls.

“Let’s do it,” she said.

She climbed on top of me, slid me inside her, arched her back, and started rotating her hips. Watching her tits bounce was quite a sight. After riding me for several minutes, we switched positions. On her back, she wrapped her legs around me as I surged in and out of her. Then she bent over the bed, and I entered her from behind. Clutching her waist, digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips, I pounded her, my pelvis slamming against her backside. My groan signaled my release. I was entirely drained.

She retrieved a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. Gently running her nails over my skin and massaging me with her hands, she talked for a little while about her schooling in her Southern accent. As the end of our appointment neared, I excused myself to get dressed. We said goodbye, and I exited her room, preparing for the long drive home.

Making Her Reaquaintance

My first visit out West since the pandemic struck provided me the opportunity to visit Stephanie for the first time in 2 1/2 years. She’s a favorite of mine. Attired in a short burgundy robe, she ushered me into her incall apartment and out of the winter chill. She offered me a glass of ice water in the kitchen, and, as we caught up for a few minutes, I stealthily glanced at her shapely ass. Then she invited me to the bedroom.

As seductive music played on a Bluetooth speaker, the first thing I noticed hanging on the wall in the darkened bedroom was a print of John Collier’s Lilith. Steph had become fascinated by the ancient Jewish myth. The demonization of Lilith, she said, encapsulated religion’s subjection of female sexuality. As she removed her robe to reveal a lacy babydoll nightgown, she said she had just finished reading Richelle Mead’s series about a succubus. (She’s partial to stories with supernatural themes that include lots of sex.) She confessed that the irresistibility of the succubus had parallels with her personal life. (Male friends of her boyfriends were particularly susceptible.)

By now her body was pressed against mine at the foot of the bed. My erection could be felt through my pants. She pulled off my sweater, unfastened my belt, and undid my pants. My hands slid underneath her babydoll and discovered that she wasn’t wearing panties. My hand brushed against her pussy; she let out a soft low moan. She pulled off her nightie. My boxer briefs came off. We kissed and embraced on the bed, my hands caressing her breasts. She poured some oil on my cock and gently stroked it. Her mouth found its way to my cock, her tongue teasing the head before she gently nibbled on my balls. She retrieved a condom, placed it on her lips, and rolled it over my cock taking me into her mouth. I caressed her light brown hair as her hazel eyes looked up at me with her mouth wrapped around my cock. Then she moved her body on top of mine. She cooed as I licked and sucked on her nipples. Straddling me, she slowly inserted my cock inside her wetness and mounted me. As I felt her muscles tighten tighten around me, she started by slowly moving up and down on my cock. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear to fuck her hard. Then she accelerated her rhythm. She urged me to thrust deeper. My hands gripped her hips as I thrust back into her. The sight of her bouncing on top of me was exquisite. My hands moved up her waist before they settled on her tits.

“I want you to come in me,” she squealed.

I erupted inside the condom.

When Steph returned to the bed from the bathroom with a warm, wet washcloth to clean me up, she returned to her complaint as to how religion stifles sexual expression. Open relationships, such as the ones she engages in, are condemned by nearly all religious authorities. (She noted some of these same authorities have mistresses or see escorts.) Virtue, she implied, is not undermined by consensual sexual conduct. Were I in “church mode,” I’d answer with certain prescribed arguments. But lying naked in bed with a woman just after sex makes me disinclined to respond. My arousal quickly returned.

“Look who’s waking up,” she said with an impish smile at the sight of my burgeoning erection. She ran her fingers up and down my aroused member and softly stroked it. I reached down and fingered her pussy. She moaned that she wanted me to fuck her again. She slipped a condom on me and got on all fours. She looked back at me as I entered her. I started slowly, then after a few thrusts, she told me to go harder and faster. I began pumping harder, her firm heart-shaped ass bouncing off my pelvis. I came with a shudder.

We resumed our meandering conversation. A fellow provider had encouraged her to use social media to attract clients, but Steph was disinclined to do so. She again teasingly implored me to read the succubus stories or something by Laurell K. Hamilton. (Despite the appeal of the sexual content, I demurred.) The night grew late. It was finally time to depart. I dressed, and she accompanied me to the living room. We kissed each other goodbye. Then it was back into the cold winter night.

MILF Temptation

I noticed on social media that “Lara” would be visiting. She’s a shapely and tempting MILF with jet black hair.

I gave into temptation.

I reached out via email and requested an appointment. She responded within an hour, and after screening, we confirmed a date to meet. She sent a few flirtatious text messages in the days preceding our date. When the day arrived, I drove downtown to her incall. I arrived at her upscale hotel, and she texted me the suite number. She had left the door slightly ajar. I let myself in. Lara was sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine wearing only black fishnet stockings, a black garter belt, a black bra, and an impish smile. The room was illuminated by candlelight. I sat next to her, and she leaned over to give me a deep kiss. After we made our introductions, we talked for a while on the couch and exchanged kisses. She gently stroked my leg as we chatted. I excused myself to set down the envelope, and she embraced me when I returned. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. My cock stiffened even harder as our mouths intertwined. She started rubbing my cock through my pants. I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, revealing her round breasts. Then Lara grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.

As I stood at the side of the bed, she kissed her way down my chest and got down on her knees, slowly pulling my boxer briefs down. She kissed my stomach before slowly making her way down to my cock. She stroked my cock, then worked her tongue and mouth on me. I ran my fingers through her silky black hair as she continued to suck me. She brought me to the edge, then slowed down before I asked her to climb on the bed.

We started making out on the bed. I caressed her soft porcelain skin, then lowered my head to her breasts so I could suck on her nipples. Her legs gently pulled apart, and my hand made its way to her moist pussy. Her wetness coated my finger as I stimulated her. She spread her legs apart even wider. She begged me to taste her. I kissed her thighs before I ran my tongue just outside her lips. Her hips were writhing. She grabbed the back of my head. I parted her lips with my tongue, then plunged my tongue inside her, savoring her juices.

“Lick my clit.”

She moaned with approval.

“Oh yesss.”

She reached for the condom and rolled it on me.

“How do you want to fuck me?”

She lifted her legs onto my shoulders (her yoga practice makes her quite limber), and I fucked her deeply, slowly thrusting into her at first. Then she moaned for me to fuck her harder. I furiously pumped away. Then Lara positioned herself on top and rhythmically rode me. The sight of her beautiful tits bouncing, as well as her breathless dirty talk, was something to behold. She proceeded to ride me harder and faster until I exploded. She unwrapped me and went to the bathroom and retrieved a warm damp washcloth to wipe me down.

We sipped some wine and conversed for a while afterwards as she lay her legs across my lap. Lara’s kisses and giggles were stimulating enough to reawaken my interest. We started making out some more. She applied another condom, then she got on all fours and told me to give it to her. I moved behind her to get a view of her magnificent ass. I smacked her ass before I entered her. She encouraged me to fuck her hard. Several minutes of hard pounding could not bring me close to orgasm. She suggested that I titty-fuck her. She poured some lube over her DD breasts. I straddled her chest and started to thrust. The sight of those luscious breasts and her verbal encouragement was enough to produce a thick creamy load strewn all over her chest.

Afterwards we rested in the sweaty afterglow. Again we chatted, mostly about her experiences in the “industry” and her favorite travel destinations. We had gone over our allotted time, but Lara was in no rush. I made the move to depart, collecting my clothes that had been strewn across the hotel suite. She remained naked. She leveled one last deep kiss on my lips as I prepared to exit the door. I took the elevator down to the lobby, past unsuspecting patrons, then out into the cold winter night.

Last-Minute Appointment

Most of my appointments with professionals are made in advance. Screening with a new companion can take time. Availability may be limited with others, especially with those who are touring, so booking ahead is advised. Plus the anticipation of an upcoming rendezvous can itself be erotic.

But sometimes I just want to fuck.

Yesterday afternoon was one of those times when I desired a more spontaneous encounter. I called Joyce hoping to secure a last-minute appointment. Fortunately Katie was available in the late afternoon. I hurriedly prepared myself and drove through the rush hour traffic to the private upscale apartment. I called Joyce after I found parking and was admitted into the building. Joyce met me downstairs and walked me up to the apartment. Once inside she offered me a bottle of water, then we innocuously chatted for a few minutes as Katie prepared herself.

Then Katie called me to the bedroom.

She was dressed in sexy black lingerie and kneeling on the bed. A gold cross conspicuously dangled from a necklace on her nicely enhanced chest. She’s definitely a MILF. After I placed the donation on a nightstand, she embraced me with a hug. She asked if I liked kissing. I responded affirmatively, and she planted a deep kiss on my lips.

“I like almost everything,” she said.

Her hands slowly undressed me. I asked her to get on her knees. She complied, kissing her way down to my erect cock. I gently slid the straps off the top of her lingerie, revealing her breasts. I slid my hand over her nipples, and they hardened from my touch. She took me in her mouth. I stared into her lovely eyes as she pleasured me.

Then she begged me to fuck her.

She discretely reached for a condom. She lay face down on the bed. I moved behind her. There was a mirror beside the bed. I dimly saw our reflection as my pelvis smacked against her ass.

Available Now

Looking for a possible Friday night encounter on short notice, I browsed the escort board’s “Available Now” section. “Tabitha” caught my eye. A blonde in her mid-20s, she showed herself in a variety of bikini pics and selfies. I texted her expressing interest. She quickly responded, and we set up a time to meet.

I drove across the bridge to a motel off the interstate. Upon arriving at her room, I was greeted by a busty, petite, tanned blonde with long hair. She was only wearing a red bra and panty set and high heels. We sat on the edge of the bed, and she talked. And talked. She’s an uber-extroverted girl who played with her hair and discussed her cat, her plans to become an elementary school teacher, and seeing Katy Perry in concert. She had done some Internet twerking videos. I gamely tried to display interest, but I really just wanted to get her panties off her.

“The boys seem to like these!” she chirped as she removed her bra and showed off her tits. I complimented her on her two impressive talents. I licked and pinched and sucked on her nipples. My pants came off. She reached into my boxer briefs and stroked my cock. She pulled my briefs down before kneeling in front of me and taking my hard cock into her mouth. I grabbed a fistful of her hair as she energetically sucked my cock. She then stood up and took off her panties. After she put a condom on me, she lay on the bed. I positioned myself on top of her as she spread her legs. I maneuvered the head of my cock to the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed myself inside her. Damn, she was tight; it took several seconds to fully enter her. My hips began moving slowly before my thrusts grew deeper and harder as my tempo gradually increased. Then I wanted her on all fours. I ended up taking her from behind, hands on her shoulders, pounding her good and hard before I burst in the condom.

Afterwards she resumed her chatter.

Sex Abides

In the midst of so much chaos and uncertainty, one thing abides: sex.

Betty’s back. So I e-mailed her seeking an arrangement. There was a bit of difficulty setting up a time that worked for both of us, but we managed to figure it out. I arrived at her new incall, and after a very slight delay, she gave me her room number. I knocked, and she answered the door in a blue dress and sexy thigh high boots. Her small apartment was illuminated by flickering candles. After a short chat to get reacquainted, we took care of business and made ourselves comfortable. As she undressed, I took time to admire her nicely shaped body and resplendent porcelain skin. Betty wants to please, so when she asked me what I wanted to do, I asked her to get on her knees. She retrieved a condom and accommodated me. A surge of masculine pride rippled through me as I looked down on her servicing me.

We moved to her bed. Betty has amazing breasts, and I gave them ample attention, fondling them and sucking on her nipples. She then positioned herself on top, rhythmically riding me. I enjoyed the sight of her bouncing tits. I thrust my hips off the mattress as her body undulated on top of mine. Minutes later I let out a deep groan.

“Did you finish?” she asked.

She climbed off of me, removed the condom, went to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth, and cleaned me up. We talked a bit more. She said most of her clients are married. She had once been married herself. Her ex was now married to the girl he had cheated on her with. Then her alarm sounded. Our hour was up. Our clothes came back on. She accompanied me to the door and, after a light kiss, said goodbye.

Exquisite Agony

I rearranged my schedule to accommodate my appointment with “Alexis.” Early this morning I found it difficult to focus on my preparations for tonight’s evangelization class. I found myself rereading her flirty e-mails. The anticipation was exquisite agony.

Then she texted me her phone number.

We verified our appointment. I wrapped up my work and prepared myself. I went to the ATM to withdraw the funds for the “donation,” which I placed in a plain white envelope. Then I made the two hour drive to her incall. When I arrived I pulled into the parking lot and texted her. She promptly responded with the apartment number. I made my way up. The door to the apartment was slightly ajar as promised. I went inside.

Without saying a word, she gave me a hug and kissed me softly. She then smiled.

“Hi.”

A busty little package in a red camisole, stockings, and stilettos, Alexis invited me to join her by the fireplace. She was hosting at a friend’s apartment. She said she returned to school full-time and is studying psychology. Her sultry blue eyes were captivating. She told me I was overdressed and proceeded to rectify that by unbuttoning my shirt. Guiding me to the bedroom, she continued to undress me. She got on her knees and took me into her mouth. As she performed, she stared at me with her blue eyes. It was an incredible sight. My knees buckled, and a groan I couldn’t stifle emerged from deep within me. Then she swallowed.

She climbed onto the bed, and spread her legs apart. I nestled my head between her thighs and plunged my tongue into her slit. As I pleasured her with my mouth, my hands caressed her soft skin. She made the cutest little sounds.

“I want to ride your dick,” she moaned.

She pushed me back onto the bed and put on the condom. She climbed on top and started riding me reverse cowgirl. She ended up on her hands and knees. I gave her ass a nice smack.

“Oh, that turns me on, baby.”

I smacked her ass again.

“You dirty boy!”

Then I grabbed her hair and started thrusting harder, pulling her back into every thrust. I continued pumping into her until I erupted again. I collapsed on the bed, spent.

We chatted on the bed afterwards. There was a new strip club in town she wanted to visit. Then it was time to get dressed. She had to get to class. I had to make the long drive back to church. She gave me a deep kiss as I departed.

Object of Desire

Colleen reached out to me over the holidays. We hadn’t seen each other since last spring. It was nice to hear her voice. After meeting for coffee (one of her passions) we tentatively rekindled our relationship. I’m accompanying her to hear Rachmaninoff’s Symphony No. 3 this weekend.

Colleen is smart and lovely. She’s a companion for coffee dates and Bible study, for walks in the park and chaste hugs at the end of the night. Yet I find it hard to develop any sort of sexual attraction toward her. Even the vaguest erotic thoughts about her are quickly suppressed. Her commitment to purity negates her as an object of desire. She’s a “good girl” – virtuous, innocent, chaste, virginal. By putting her on a pedestal, I’ve de-eroticized her.

So my gaze wanders to the Whore. The Whore is impure. Debased. Stripped of any pretense to sanctity, the Whore is the one who’ll give me a dirty blowjob on her knees in a dark corner. That fallen “daughter of Eve,” the temptress and seducer who entices me to yield to my corruptibility: “For although the devil tempted Eve, yet Eve seduced Adam” (Malleus Maleficarum, 1484).

My attempts to sublimate my sexual drives have proven unsuccessful. I continue to date “good girls”:

Yet I continue to lust after sluts:

Seeing Colleen only intensifies the dichotomy that defines my sexual life. With Colleen I’m considerate and unfailingly chaste. I can’t even imaging doing anything inappropriate with her. The sinful flesh will not be denied, however. My aspirations for purity are no match for my erotic impulses. Today I made an appointment to visit Betty.

Betty has moved closer to my residence, making our regular rendezvous even more convenient. She met me at her spartan incall apartment wearing a skin-tight black dress that highlighted her ample bosom. I set down the donation, and we made small talk on the couch. Perhaps she sensed I was in an especially amorous mood, for she asked if we would like to get “comfortable” after just a few minutes. Her black dress came off. So did my pants. The condom came on. Soon I was running my fingers through her soft black hair as she orally pleasured me. Then Betty accommodated my request and bent over the bed. I moved behind her and slowly entered her. Through it all, I was conscious of my impending date with Colleen. Guilt over my transgression hovered over me. Yet I confess that it also produced an erotic charge that intensified the pleasure I experienced. As I furiously fucked Betty, I gloried in my shame (cf. Phil 3:19).