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Three times, I'm No Lady

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjfq0Fr85Yg

He wanted it all the time
All the time
But I didn't

He talked about it
All the time
But I didm't

He took photos
In all positions
But I didn't

He kissed me
All over
But I didn't

He exploded
In a minute
But I didn't

He wanted more
But he couldn't
But I could
I said again
But he didn't

Windows

Windows

What window are you?
Do you hide those looking in?
Or those looking out?

Many people obscure,
They erect blinds
And curtains are drawn

However, you can see through me
I am tainted and torn
But continue to darken the light

I create shadows
That men hide in
And where I'm hiding now

The window was opened
And now it's shut
The paintwork making a seal

It groans like an old Ford

There's a shadow that hovers across my breasts
It is sometimes a hand shape or sometimes a tongue
Often a cock

At these times I listen to the sounds of my vagina
It groans and moans like a retired soldier
Eager but reluctant to go into battle again

My cunt seems keen to face the bayonets
The muscular swords
The long spears of joy

Sometimes my lips purse with
Welcoming thoughts
Of a battlefield of lust

A battlefield of sweat and passion
The smell of sex on white sheets
And the dotted stains of cum shots

My ears are pricked
By the sound of my sobs and sighs
Floating out into the night sky

My legs open to embrace
And to inflate
And to menace my memories

The Rome Cowboy- Prose for Pros 29

The Roman Cowboy

He came along my drive
Sauntering, trying to be casual
Collar turned up, eyes darting
Clint Eastwood without the cheroot

He gave me a look over, not a glance
And kissed my cheeks, he smelt nervous
I escorted him upstairs, me in front
He grabbed my arse roughly as we walked

He was a Roman cowboy quick on the drawers
He was naked in seconds, me too
He had quick hands, but no gunslinger
He had a loaded barrel but only one shot

He lay next to me and smiled, his first real smile
He was now less of a cowboy, less Clint
More a relaxed, satiated man
And I liked him better, but now I wanted to be the cowgirl

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It's good to be a slut! Prose for Pros 16

I have been doing a bit of research into the word 'slut'. I am often called this or the Italian equivalent during sex. The person using it is not saying that I am dirty, untidy or slovenly. Anyone who knows me will appreciate that I am the opposite of all these 3 terms. What they are saying is that I look as if I love sex. And I do!  

What's the problem?

I am a woman who enjoys sex. And if a slut is someone who finds sexual exercises fun then I am a SLUT. Here is the definition.

Although the ultimate origin of the word "slut" is unknown, it first appeared in Middle English in 1402 as slutte (AHD), with the meaning "a dirty, untidy, or slovenly woman".^[5] Even earlier, Geoffrey Chaucer used the word sluttish (c. 1386) to describe a slovenly man; however, later uses appear almost exclusively associated with women.^[5] The modern sense of "a sexually promiscuous woman" dates to at least 1450.^[5]

Another early meaning was "kitchen maid or drudge" (c. 1450), a meaning retained as late as the 18th century, when hard knots of dough found in bread were referred to as "slut's pennies".^[5] A notable example of this use is Samuel Pepys's diary description of his servant girl as "an admirable slut" who "pleases us mightily, doing more service than both the others and deserves wages better" (February 1664).^[6] "Slut" and "slutishness" occur in Shakespeare's comedy As You Like It, written in 1599 or 1600.^[7] In the nineteenth century, the word was used as a euphemism in place of "bitch" in the sense of a female dog

The word 'slut' sounds ugly and it is often used to put people down and to make them feel ugly.

 However, there are many women nowadays who are embracing the word and enjoying being called one.

 And this can be both scary and exciting for men! A sexually aroused and wanton woman is not easily kept at home in the kitchen.

It has often been said to me that I am an escort because I love sex. This is rubbish. All women given freedom to explore their body and to explore their fantasies love sex. They love sex as much as men or even more so! Remember it is possible for a woman to satisfy a number of men but not vica versa!

And here is something I wrote on the train yesterday, which emphasises my point of view here.

             There is beauty in a male groin

We may not say we want it

But we do, we do!

We may say we dress up for women

But it's really for you

From puberty till we die

We like to catch the eye

We like a wink and a stare

We like to know you're there

Our desires are the same

But deeper and stronger

Our dreams are vivid

And our orgasms longer

From teanage till the grave

We like you all to wave

We like your smell and you

And YES, we like to screw

I crave a man inside of me

To allow your cock to dominate

To take me on a journey

To explore my holes to satiate

From teenage till I'm dead

You're always in my head

You're naked and sublime

Just fuck me all the time

I am your SLUT

But 

Treat me well!!!!!

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I

Things and more things!

Friends who have visited me know that I like music. I often play music because music sets a mood and can increase the emotion and it also blots out the noise I make. And I can make a noise.

I listen to music all the time. Yesterday I was in my car driving around the GRA when a Pink and Lily Allen track was played. Although the GRA was painful the music definitely made it less so. The collaboration of these two women surprised me, its a bit like Ibra playing with Balotelli! Nonetheless, the lyrics really impressed me and were powerful.

Here are the lyrics. Lots of oh-oh-oh-oh. I like lots of these!

Sometimes I hate every, single stupid word you say
Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face (Whoa-Oh-Oh)
There's no one quite like you, you push my buttons down
I know life would suck without you (Whoa-Oh-Oh)

At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole, but I love you
And you make me so mad I ask myself

"Why I'm still here, or where could I go?"
You're the only love I've ever known
But I hate you, I really hate you
So much I think it must be

True love, true love, it must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love, it must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you

(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Yo-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Yo-Oh-Oh-Oh)

Just once try to wrap your, little brain around my feelings
Just once please try not to be so mean (Whoa-Oh-Oh)
Repeat after me now, R-O-M-A-N-C-E-E-E
Come on I'll say it slowly (Romance) You can do it, Babe

At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole, but I love you
And you make me so mad I ask myself

"Why I'm still here, or where could I go?"
You're the only love I've ever known
But I hate you, I really hate you
So much I think it must be

True love, true love, it must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love, it must be true love
And no one else can break my heart like you

(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Yo-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

I think it must be love (I love you)
I think it must be love (I love you)

Why do you rub me up the wrong way?
Why do you say the things that you say?
Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be
But without you I'm incomplete (I think it must be)

True love (It must be) True love
It must be true love (It must be)
Nothing else can break my heart like

True love (It must be) True love
It must be true love (It must be)
And no one else can break my heart like you

(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
Like you (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Yo-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh) No one else can break my heart like you

(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
Like you (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Yo-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
(Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh) No one else can break my heart like you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsmUOdmm02A

Hopefully you like it too! If not it isn't a problem as if we all liked the same thing the world would be so,so boring!

And I should know!

And I will leave you with that. Have fun and if you are not having fun do something about it! I am available, willing and enjoy male company!

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What shall we dream about???

I had a wonderful friend visit me yesterday. He has been visiting me for sometime and we have become good friends. He loves to read this blog and I love to hear him get excited about the things he reads.

 Yesterday he was getting excited about dining out with me with no panties on. This excites me too!!!!

However, as it is raining today I decided to think about other erotic venues and meetings to stop me getting depressed. I hate rainy, grey days Did you know that Rome has more rainfall than London. It is true!

http://www.kgbanswers.co.uk/does-london-sydney-or-rome-have-the-least-rainfall/3071708

But the best thing about Rome and Italy in general is that we do get a summer! We have long periods without rain. Which is something London cannot claim!!!!!

Anyway, what I want to fantasise about is the beach. As readers of this blog will know I love the beach. I love the sun and the sea. I also like naked bodies. So I want to think about Capacocotta. I want to think about lying naked in the sun. I wanted to think about walking naked into the sea. I want to think about sea water ebbing and flowing across my breasts. I want to think of men's eyes on my body. I want to think of of getting brown all over.

Now these are very good things to think about. So if there is anyone out there who shares my passion for sea,surf and sex, well get in touch. We need something to help us forget the horrible weather we are suffering at the moment!

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Human touch!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85cNRQo1m3A

You would have thought that an escort like me would have become immune to human touch. I get touched everyday. I get touched in places most people don't get touched. Yet I am still very excited when I am touched. The right touch sends an electric shock through my body. I miss it when I am not getting it.

For me one of the most exciting parts to any adventure is the beginning. Like all beginnings it sets the trends to what comes next. I love to watch a man remove his trousers. I like to see a bulge in his pants. I like it when he slides his pants down and I can see an excited cock. I like to see it at attention all ready to embrace the moment.

If this is done slowly and seductively I am in the right mood for the first touch. The first touch should not be my breasts or my cunt. It should be the back of my neck. This gentle touch should draw me to welcoming lips and an inviting tongue.

After a long kiss I love to be turned over so I lay face down on the bed. Here his fingers will trace erotic patterns down my back and my bum. The back of his hand will gently explore the crack of my arse and the insides of my legs.

And then I feel fingers taking my foot and slowly massaging each toe before my large toe is sucked.

Nobody can live without touch. It is useful in many situations other than sexual ones. A touch is a connection. It sends messages no words can express. It is both magical and mystical. Without touch we would all go insane.

I love to be touched and there is no place on my body untouchable. So come and touch me sometime I will definitely appreciate it!!!

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