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Yeah, I don't do 'em that big. Not only that, but it had a kink in it mid way down. I guess it was too big to sustain its own weight during lift off, if you know what I'm sayin'. I said, 'Sweetie, you're not putting that thing anywhere near me.' He said, 'Will you go down on me?' Well, he had the money so I said, 'Yeah, sure baby. But only with a condom on.' I kept taking the condom off every five minutes and replacing it with a fresh one 'cause you never knew what they were carrying. The rubber went 'ping' and he heard it. He said, 'You're a professional. How right he was, darling! But God knows, I didn't need this kinda exercise! Well, I don't want no oversized dick inside me, so I start rubbing my foot backwards and forwards between the base shaft of his cock and his ball bag. Give it five minutes and he came all over my foot. Turns out he had a foot fetish! I was thinkin' I hope I never had any cuts or abrasions. Then he said he wanted to marry me 'cause no other woman had ever brought him off with her foot. He still writes to me once a year asking what my situation is. 'Sounds gross, Sam.' Well, it wasn't really. It was a bit sticky slipping into my sandals afterwards, but it dries quickly.
You know, Jackie, I've tried it with a lot of the local girls too. 'Really?' Yeah, course. I've had more local chicks than those shark-shaggers. I know how to treat a woman, that's the difference. God, I was wet for the last one. I didn't charge her or nothin'. We really got it on together. We used to rush out of whatever building we were in along Mitchell Street and make a dash to the nearest parked car or sidestreet and we didn't care whose car it was, so long as the door was unlocked! I couldn't wait to get that little pussy home and up onto my kitchen bench. I licked her until she was wet. Her body was responding despite herself. We were fucking three to four times a day easy. She always reckons she had the power to turn straight women gay. It worked for me! That's all I can say. Just between friends, I'm fairly tight down there and she's a lot looser than me. It sounds crude now, sweetie, but I didn't care at the time. I was so horny for her, so I guess that's why. She was self-conscious 'cause her twat was big but I told her, 'If you love someone it doesn't matter.' I wanted to go down on her straight away, but I said, 'Look, you'll have to shave your thing first.' It was pretty overgrown, like entering the botanical gardens after sunset.
I mean, don't get me wrong or nothin'. She was drop-dead gorgeous, but I didn't want to get lost in the jungle, if you know what I'm sayin' darling.' I had a mohawk. Then one day, she wakes me up at three in the morning and says, 'Hey, hey Samantha, look at what I done.' It was a mohawk! We immediately went down on each other. Why? Well it has to do with sexual development. I like guys but prefer girls, and there is a difference. Jackie said, 'Yeah, the difference is that men are insensitive self-centred creeps, but women are learning to become the same at lightning speed. Correct me if I'm wrong here.' Nobody did until Roxanne added, 'I think we can learn from men. I think we need to be more detached about sex, maybe even less holistic. Stupid emotions are a woman's biggest weakness.' 'Roxanne's right. I think that men have it too easy because of this,' Sharlena said, 'I think that they should all pay for sex in order to appreciate it. At least that way some of these girls can get their silly emotions under control. And even if they don't, at least they've got some spending money at the end of it.'
Roxanne speaks: So you are a prostitute who has relaxed into the dim perfume of the giant lotus lily and are consumed. Here you remain protected by the strong pungent scent locked inside these petals forever, as you build a perfumed compound around yourself. You have abandoned the well-worn roads for fields of odd flowers. 'Talk to me, little lady. I'm just a big dumb animal and God loves big dumb animals!' Yet once you have entered the world of the prostitute with your sights set on the dough, this scenario is no longer applicable. The neat business exchange limits the chance of emotional deceit and contact, most often suffered by the more attachment-vulnerable party. To put it bluntly, with paid sex everyone knows where they stand first up - that is, of course, unless two lonely people fuck up within the industry or engage in the mind-fuck. The way that two people fuck up is by trying to turn fantasy into reality. It is important to remember that once you have entered the world of the prostitute, if you are not sensible about it from the start, that is what you will become, with no other identity. |
