Free associating on a Wednesday morning.
I have a secret dream to be the best blow-job actress in the world. I have always thought I would be good at it, and while it seems appealing, I haven’t looked into it hardcore. Perhaps it’s a pipe dream born of a need to have something in my mouth constantly. As a whore evolves truths have become friends instead of foes. I go deep sometimes, but that’s what I see. Honesty is inevitably heavy, and you know what I’m talking about, but I will politely change the subject onto the subject of what makes your cock suckable. Clients come into my home carrying sexual issues, heartache, self-doubt, and vulnerability. Enthusiasm and being sensitive to their needs is the way to their loins.
Once upon a time, I met a man wearing an alligator onesie. In his mid-thirties, sporting a tiny bowling ball for a tummy, this dad-bod client looked like the one-and-done type. Why he was wearing the onesie is still a mystery. It might have been Mardi Gras time. He was so drunk, and smelled of some bourbon, souring in his clothes, his pores, I was surprised he got it up. Once erect, and still wearing the onesie, he opened his fly, pulled out his reptilian appendage, and began to grow. I got down on my knees before him and he placed himself into my mouth slowly, and this swollen “ness” dissipated into a delicious numbing. My confusion about him vanished as he became a man who needed me to help him, metaphorically, rub one out. How does one find such an erotic entanglement? I think a skilled professional can bring that out in most clients. The right whore is there for you if you’re there for her. Just like a cat, she wants to heal you.
Fantasies are random for me. They fall into two categories: Explicit and Wes Anderson. This one usually makes me pop hard. I have an idea for a porn video where the porn actress, let’s call her Amber, is dressed like a cop in a pink bedroom. As she’s lying on the bed in what looks like a little girl’s room, legs spread, she’s being eaten by some random man and sucking another’s cock. Slumped, facing her on the floor at the foot of the bed, a giant, cuck-hold, brown, teddy bear is jacking off. It makes me hot, and I can’t explain why. He’s just a silly old bear looking for some nub. I’m sure it symbolizes me still looking for Daddy, but that’s neither here nor there with so many distractions.
Today is a good day, and we finally have rain again in New Orleans. Just like it should. I need my plants to grow. I decide to do something productive, like make some content, until I get a call. This rough draft will become other roughs and so on and so on, and one day, when a client asks me if my stories are true, I will have to say “Shut up and let me suck your cock.” You can decide for yourself later, after the love has gone and you zip your pants, toss my reward on the dresser, and walk out my door feeling refreshed and lighter. Thinking about it later at work, you feel an itch, but you will have to take care of that later tonight, once you have taken care of everything else. It was lucky that you caught me when you did. Randomness is how we met, and as you lie in bed touching yourself and, squeezing your cum in between your fingers you remember the way my hair smells, so close to your face. You wish you had kissed me, but it was the first time. Maybe you’ll come back. Maybe not.
I rate men’s cocks on my Only Fans and also in secret when one appears before me in a session. I squeeze it and examine it before I decide to engage. Tricks of the trade and experience keep me safe and whole for you. Call it integrity or call it kindness. My business is the body and all that can go wrong. I am cautious for both myself and a client. On June 15th, I celebrated ten years of sucking and fucking in a city full of men from here, there and beyond. Your cock is suckable because I want to put it in my mouth. I want to feel like you’re one of me. I ache and yearn for those moments of complete ecstasy where heat and virility consume us, carry our desire for one another, however fleeting, to a place we share for no one else to see.
Fellatio is more than an icebreaker. It’s a compliment. Not all cocks are worth sucking even if they are gigantic and dripping with goo. As I hold one in my hands, I delight in how your cock begins to swell in my fingers, and how much I love rubbing and fondling your veiny sausage, and I hope you feel special. I like to feel feminine. The right man can bring this out of me. After a while, you should feel safe enough in my care to let yourself go and be appreciated for the robust man you truly are. There’s an old saying, “Anyone can be a man between the sheets.” This might be true, and God knows I’ve met some men who walked in completely green in the art of lovemaking and became men after our coupling.
Potential clients who read my stories are lucky because they get to look inside my world and get a feeling for me. If they decide to pull the trigger, it’s more than luck. It’s smart. I don’t believe in chance encounters. We meet people we pause with for reasons beyond us, but I think it is because we need to. We are curious creatures, always searching for those moments that make us feel alive and remind us that life is worth living. You can learn a lot about yourself through the eyes of another, and especially someone like me who will meet you on your level. I have a gift for intimacy with strangers who need a little boost. Whether you need to scratch that itch or talk for the hour you selected, I can be present with you.
Sex with strangers is so delicious when it evolves into everything you hoped it would be. One time in the beginning, a client walked into my first place on Terpsichore and whipped his cock out before he laid the donation down. He was boyish, around my age, and he meant no harm. Putting my hand to my mouth, hiding my laughter, he said, “I’m sorry, I meant to put this down first.” Pulling his wad out of his pants, which had fallen on the floor, now dusty, he walked over to the dresser and sweetly dropped it into my bone China saucer gifted, ages ago, for a marriage I can barely remember. He never took his eyes off me, and I was completely charmed. Without hesitating I got on all fours before him and sucked him so hard he came twice in my mouth before his thirty minutes was up.
If they could all be like him, I’d be fulfilled sexually, but that’s not the way this life works. Exposure is another obstacle to the cock sucking glory that is rightfully mine. I can only stand up and down and yell on my social media profiles, hawking my dog and pony show. When I was a tween all the town slut had to do was give it to somebody and her dance card was full. New Orleans is also a funny broad. She’s not as regular with the outpouring of goodness and fulfillment as before COVID. I’ve traveled a good bit now, as our seasons are more and more unpredictable. When I was traveling in DC, Virginia and Baltimore, MD., I was successful and I’ve added a few new cocks to the roster, but the entire time I’m there I feel like I am cheating on Nola.
Part of my trip was to meet with what we girls and boys in the industry call a “whale.” It took me ten years to agree to an “arrangement.” One of the hottest providers in town told me she does more “arrangements” than she used to and that I don’t need to worry. She said to me over lunch several years ago, “I was just there in my client’s house and he wasn’t there much.” She added, “The man won’t mind if you need to take a nap or be alone for a few hours.” Laughing, she thought it was cute that I was hesitant to let someone have what I saw as control over me for an extended period. It had to be right, man, though. Once again, he has to have a suckability which makes me want to suck him until he’s grabbing the sheets, moaning my name and spewing so much cum into my mouth he yells “uncle.”
Suckability is the way I describe being attracted to my clients. Mostly when I meet a new man for the hour, I’m already turned on. So, it’s no trouble getting hot and bothered for what I hope will be a juicy and inspiring entanglement. I want that heat that comes from a consistent stroke. If you’ve met me you may remember how I suck you not for a few minutes, but several and then several more minutes. Sucking you until our bodies grow warmer and the room fills with the smell of pheromones and sticky fluids we share. At this point, you’re welcome to let me finish you off orally, now that you’re properly stimulated. Or, you can flip me onto my back and grind your solid shaft into my wetness, made possible by you. This pussy is yours now and I want you to thrust yourself into me with all of the passion of an animal in heat. Let’s make some porn together and when we’re done you can watch it on your phone while I give you that second pop. I love watching myself suck cock. Want to be next?
