Friday, August 11, 2017

Bodily Fluids On Designer Stilettos

Roleplaying is a huge part of this job, which is great, because who the fuck ever wants to be themselves (ammirite?) 

I have a special email for my made up self. You can do things like this. It’s legal. 

Anyways, I use this email when clients want to send me something personal. Some of them have this weird paranoia that the site I work for is reading every message they send. I highly doubt this. Even if they are, telling me you like to be fucked up the rear isn’t exactly information they care about, or are planning on doing anything with. Paranoid people just want the world to be more interesting than it really is..but in a made up Jason Bourne kinda way, not a newborn- babies- getting- pulled- out- of- toilets- in- China, real life kinda way. 

I digress!

So, one day, I was sent a message from William. He asked me if he could send me an email. William had composed an erotic story, based on actual events, and he wanted me to play the lead lady in a role play that would reenact these events. 

I was intrigued. One of the most interesting kinds of role play for me is when I get to play women who have actually, or do actually, exist in these mens lives. I have learned many things while working this job, and one of them is how much a connection can linger in someone’s life. The memory can truly last forever. Just as trauma can leave an imprint on someone that can stir them at various times throughout their lifetime, so can the memory of desires that are fulfilled. In fact, the more satisfying the encounter, the more the craving intensifies to keep reliving the encounter. Men especially seem prone to this. 

So, I received William’s story. It wasn’t the most well written of stories, (erotic is a tough genre to write) but its contents were fascinating. 

William wanted me to be the stand in for a woman named Kathleen. Kathleen was a chick who worked at his office sometimes. She lived and worked in a different state, but, for some reason, every few months she ended up in William’s office for a short period of time. Why, I don’t know, or care. I don’t know about working in an office, nor do I care to. 

William attached an actual picture of Kathleen. She was blonde, with brown eyes, and was perhaps in her late forties, early fifties, like William. She looked like the more real world version of an aging supermodel from the 1970’s, a sort of Cheryl Tiegs thing about her. 

So, her and William had this “thing” going on. A sly, Mona Lisa smiles and all that  coyness going on. But…alas, she was a married woman. Plus, they worked together. 

And then she got divorced. 

Kathleen ended up back in William’s office. She was driving him batshit horny with that Ultrabrite smile and her Breck girl good looks. 

And then one day, Ms. Kathleen strolled into Williams office, and announced, “ I am really turned on thinking about your hard penis and the power to make you ejaculate.” And then she walked out. How’s that for unprofessional conduct?

William was impressed with her candour. They made a date to meet up. But-with a caveat- William was not permitted to jerk off before the date. 

The date was four days away. 

With the willpower of a junkie mom trying to stay clean to get her kids back, William refrained from stroking his cock. The date arrived. 

Kathleen was dressed to the nines with stockings and Christian Louboutins. She greeted William by way of ramming her tongue down his throat. He made them martinis, and after she drank each one, she reapplied her bright red lipstick right in front of William. 

Kathleen sat on the couch and asked William to stand in front of her. She looked up at him and told him she was going to control his dick and expected him to cum “gallons of semen” for her on her command. William was cool with that. 

She made him get his dick out. And then she stared at it for about an hour. Every once in a while, she would lean over and make like she was gonna put her mouth on it, but, she didn’t. He could feel her breath on it, and she would touch it sometimes, really lightly. And then she made him walk around the living room to watch his dick bounce. 

On and on the craziness went. I read directly from the story he gave me. The dialogue sounded nutty, with Kathleen saying shit like, “ let me weigh your balls in my hands. Good, nice and heavy with semen! I will check your power of ejaculation, distance, and amount of squirt later.” 

I’m guessing that perhaps William is not remembering what exactly was said during this encounter. But, imaginary Kathleen talks like this, and, I love her for it. 

She asked him a bunch of questions about how he jerked off. He felt all humiliated, since a woman had never asked him about this before (who have you been hanging out with, William?)

She finally blew him for a spell, but stopped. She made it clear he would only cum when she told him to. She got out of her dress and made him follow her, naked and rock hard, all over his house. She went into his bedroom and sat in front of the mirror at his dresser and reapplied her makeup while he stood behind her, staring at both of their reflections and jacking off while watching her. Occasionally, she would reach over and stroke his cock.

 Kathleen decided she wanted him to jizz on her face. So, she got some baby oil, stroked his cock for a spell, and then lay on the bed and ordered him to straddle her chest and “sperm on her pretty face”.

Boy, did he ever. As Kathleen said, she wanted her “sperm covered face burned into his brain”. 

Their latest encounter was their wackiest. I should mention that William is a really nice, polite guy, with the most aw shucks nice guy voice. He has the thickest North Dakota accent ever, and he never swears, but repeatedly likes to say, Gosh, Kathleen.

Kathleen sent William a pair of her pantyhose. She told him that she had worn them. She sent him sexy pictures of her wearing them. She asked him to hold back on jerking off for the two weeks leading up to them meeting. She sent him sexy pics for those two weeks. 

The pantyhose she ordered him to wear under his suit on the day that they were due to meet. He arrived at her hotel room. She was in the bedroom, and had told him to strip down to just the pantyhose when he arrived. He noticed that on the coffee table in the hotel room were a whole bunch of Christian Louboutins in a little group. 

Kathy appeared, and did some of her patented weird sexy talk, saying things like, “I can see the vein of your penis throb and twitch! Look how it dances for me! I can see that large wet spot on your pantyhose, is that from your dripping precum? Great!” (William is an enthusiastic user of the exclamation point).

She grabbed him by the dick and lead him all around the hotel room, gently stroking him from time to time. Kathleen was wearing silk stockings, and she stroked his cock with them using her feet. She peeled off her stockings and slid her bare feet and legs over his cock. She put on a pair of stilettos and teased his cock through the stockings with the heel. And than she jerked him off for a while, using the heels of her stilettos. 

William kept begging her to cum, but she was not having it. She stroked him with her hand inside of her silk stockings. His dick was turning purple. She turned around and had him fuck the space between her inner thighs. She sat down and took out some lotion and rubbed it into her armpit and had him fuck her armpit. She lead him around a bit more by the cock, and finished him off with a hand job right over the coffee table and had him blow his load all over her fucking Christian Loubotin heels. Those shoes are like, 600 dollars a pair. This is a very libertine thing to do, putting jizz on really expensive shoes. My poverty screams inside my poor little soul. 

Gosh, Kathleen. 

William told me that Kathleen’s husband was mean. I’m not sure in what way, but, he was a jerk and they had a lousy sex life. She finally dumped his ass, and is getting her groove back. I think Kathleen is my hero. William lets her be herself. He loves it. 

William was the first client to give me an Amazon gift card. In the land of phone sex operators, this means you have arrived. I use his cards to buy hard to find books. 

Because William sent me an email, I found out his real full name. I googled him. He went to jail back in the 1990’s. He stole money from the company he worked for. It’s hard for me to imagine a guy like William doing something like that, let alone spending time in the slammer. Just goes to show you that you can live so many lives, and be so many people while you are on this Earth. 

Some people think that the older you get, the less interested you become in sex. For some people, this may be the case. I have found, personally, that I feel more and more liberated sexually as I get older and I like weirder and weirder things. I think that this is because I’m just more comfortable with who I am. Life is hard, and one of the consolations of gaining life experience is learning to let go and be yourself and explore. 

I hope Kathleen and William get married. I hope they fuck each other until they are 85. And then when they die, they will have no regrets and will be buried beside each other forever. 


“What is my message? Sex is a wonderful, joyous, positive, transformative, healing, hot, horny gift of evolution. Its immense power demands respect. As adults, we decide for ourselves what sex means to sand how we may best utilize it to enhance our lives and relationships. Shame over our desires is useless, alienating us from love and connection. Mindlessly chasing our desires is equally destructive. Sex has only the meaning we give it, so we must claim our personal responsibility anew each time, without fail.”

-Nina Hartley.