A Room With a View

A Room with A View

It was not a beautiful room
Functional, clean and acceptable
There was a bathroom, a big bathroom
Bidet, shower and good, hot water

The bed was large, not king-size
But big enough for 2
And sometimes three
It was often used

There was a room before the bedroom
It was usually bare, like me
Except for a table and 2 chairs
It led to the bedroom

There was a balcony, seldom used
That looked out onto a big garden
It was a pretty view
But nobody really wanted to look

By the side of the bed
Was a music centre
It played to drown out my noises
I am often loud when fucked

The music was often English
And frequently the same
It was background music
And only a few visitors were interested

And by the bed, a bedside cabinet
Where I kept my condoms and toys
And sometimes massage oil
If it was needed

It seldom was as my visitor
Wanted to be in
With his tongue, cock and finger
And I was happy to oblige

There was a chair
Where playmates heaped their clothes
Some folded them neatly
Others too much in a rush to bother

From the bed I could look in the bathroom
It was green and spacious
Some action took place here
But more often than not it was just for washing

It was a quiet, secluded room
Peaceful and ordinary
Looking at it now
You would never believe the things
That took place inside

But there are some of us who do!!!! ;-)

Why do some men remember me?

It is freakish, it is

strange
It is alarming, sometimes charming
It is a lottery, a game of chance
And sometimes depressing

I often want to forget
But not to be forgotten
To be thought of fondly
And not to be rotten

I want to excite
In fantasies and dreams
To warm ageing minds
And lift dormant cocks

I want to be on your lips
And on your tongue
I want to be whispered
And to know it was fun

Because that makes it so much better

Mirror, mirror on the wall.....

'Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who was the very best fuck of all?'
'It's difficult to tell as you seemed to enjoy
Most of them
Or you made the right noises!'

'Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who gave me the best orgasm of all'?
'It's difficult to tells as you were often loud
Does loud mean good?
Or were you just making the right noises?'

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who had the very best cock of all?'
It is difficult to tell as you hid
Most of them inside you
And all of them made the right noises!'

'Mirror mirror on the wall
It was you who fucked me best of all
You gave me the best orgasm
And you had the best cock
I know because I loved watching you.'

I still have my knickers!

They are a little worn

But not torn

Colour still vivid

Not faded

They fit well

But you can tell

I'm inside them

But also outside

They used to slip

On and Off

Like a smoker's cough

Off more than on

They were pulled off

Slipped off

Yanked off

Eased off

They were left on the floor

By the door

Around my ankles

Below my bum

They were never mine

I just wore them

Men explored them

Men adored them

I still have my panties

My adventures unspoken

But in the elastic and material

Lies my story

The umbrella would not open

It was a grey day
An English grey
Smudged and smeared
Blacks and whites
Scythed the skies
And mottled shades of
Dark and light
Sank into the horizon
And lay in wait
For the morrow

The night ejected the grey
Like a smoker's breakfast smoke
And street lights haze
Made angels appear
And the floating whites
Of car headlights oft dazzled
And splattered the pavement
Spotlighting dog shit drying
As moonlight spat

And the spits became splodges
And hair dampened
Dripping over my face
Smudging mascara
And revealing a nocturnal warrior
Intent on being dry
But revelling in the damp
The umbrella snapped into action
But would not open

A broken umbrella
Like an unfulfilled life
Hanging around in useless anticipation
For something, but inert
And the rain only deepens
The frustration
Of getting wetter
But carrying a weapon
Of the past

Leaves

Autumn Leaves

Yellow and browns, the autumn outfit
Some want to sparkle
And throw on the red dress
The very red dress
The dress that means I want action
But most settle for brown and yellowish shades

None remain blemish free
But most contain the stains of a summer party
Some cling to the past like a leech
Even October winds cannot induce a fall
They wave defiantly above the carpet of friends
Who once created summer shade
And a respite from August heat

But like all, they will fall
As winter's chill knocks and grey skies plough the heavens
The last leaf falls, dropping like a tired child's eyelids
After an exciting day
But already life is stirring within the sturdy trunk
The life blood of tomorrow's leaves stir
Slightly, awaiting spring and a new passage of time
A passage of time when the leaves of Fall
Are quickly forgotten
And all looks forward to the blossom and the buds

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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The Sun Is Out!!!!

So the sun has arrived.It may be only for a few days but it has done its job. It has shown us the good weather is on its way. It has shown us that winter is on its way out. It has revealed a world without coats and jumpers. It has indicated a world of skimpy clothes, nude sunbathing and ever frisky men. And I like all 3!!!!

(By the way I cannot remember Emma Watson looking like the above in Harry Potter! She looks spectacular. She also looks natural and very happy. And why not it is spring and she is naked!)

I have a number of cats that pay a visit to my garden. They are a lot happier as food seems to be more available. The sun brings out the lizards and also starts the birds laying eggs. Both these are welcome to hungry cats!

The only problem with the sun is that when it streaks into a room you suddenly catch glimpses of dust and some hidden cobwebs. It is time to spring clean and this cannot be done outside. However, I have had a few men keen on being a 'slave' write to me and I am very happy to have them around to do the dusting etc

Spring also means flowers and blossom. It is when next door starts to get hidden by foliage. Not a bad thing considering the things I get up to!!!!

I was wondering about some of the things I could get up to this summer. I want to have something to get excited about. Salsa dancing on the sea front of Ostia. Wading naked into the sea on Ostia's nudist beach. Having hot, sweaty sex after a lazy day on the beach.

Now if there is anything you would find interesting to do let me know. I am both willing and available.

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Can we get stuck together?

One of the great 'urban legends' is the one where two people are having sex and they get stuck together.

I have actually seen two dogs get stuck together but I have never had it happen to me nor have I ever spoken to anyone who has suffered this event.

Nonetheless people are naturally curious and fascinated with the story.

It could be a funny but extremely embarrassing situation and hence the interest. The BBC has recently devoted time and energy to the story and below is the link.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-25827175

I do believe though that it could not happen to me.

My problem is not sticking together but making sure the cock stays in as when aroused I get very wet and slippy. Nonetheless, it would be very interesting to find if there is anyone out there who has witnessed such a coupling. If you have let me know.

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Yes, it is my fault! Prose for Pros 17

Its just SEX......

He lowers my knickers and......
Places his tongue into
My welcoming cunt

He is still dressed and....
Places my hand onto
His swollen, hidden cock

I unzip his trousers and.....
Prise out his bulging dick into
My waiting hands

He lets out a moan and.....
Calls me his love and
Calls me his slut

He is naked all but his shirt and....
His socks and
I am all naked

He pushes me down and
Lies on top of me and
He cums on my stomach

He lets out a sob and
Criticises me for
Making him too excited

It is my fault and
I am sorry
And I promise not to be too exciting again

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All night long!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWCINQn6k0s

One thing I am often asked for is an all night session. I must admit I have not done many but will consider them. However, it is very tricky for both parties.

For me

1. Is it genuine? I have many callers asking for an all night session but just wanting to chat. They think escorts are all greedy and so will get excited about an all nighter. This is not true.

2. Where and when? I have to organise myself and plan.

3. How long is all night?

4. What is the charge? Many men think that if they throw in the meal and the hotel it is sufficient. Most escorts have prices on their sites and it is not cheap.

For you

1. It is expensive so you need to be sure you are chosing the most suitable person. My advice is to pay for one hour with someone you like and see how it goes. Do you get on etc? If an escort likes you and is comfortable with you she will not ask for the full amount she normally asks. Don't ask for a meeting before for just a coffee!!!! Alarm bells will ring!

2. All night is much different than a 1-2 hour session. Most men think they can go all night but my experience indicates this is not true. There will be lots of sex but there will be also moments of no sex. So think about these moments and how you want to proceed.

3. An all nighter is more like a GFE. However, as I have said many times do not fool yourself that the relationship is anything more than an escort and client. I am always warm, sensitive, cuddly, loving etc but I will always go home afterwards.

So if you are thinking of an all night session get in touch. E-mails are best at first.

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The games people play!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5znh58WITU8

As I have mentioned a number of times on my blog, I have lived in the UK and Italy and have been fortunate to meet, play with and cuddle a number of very interesting people. I am not a person to judge others as I hate to be judged myself so I am very tolerant and intersted in what people like to do in bed and also out of bed!!!

One thing I have noticed that is different about requests that are made in UK and Italy is spanking. I don't have a lot of requests here but was met with frequent requests in the UK. In the main this is me doing the spanking, it seems when it is requested in Italy I am the one to get spanked.

Now spanking is a curious past time and I often wonder about is there a cultural difference here and  basically there no interest in Italy for this type of fun or is it that Italians are embarrassed to ask for certain things? I tend to think the latter!

However, I have heard that a lot of men in the UK enjoy being spanked as a result of corporal punishment they received when young. In the main they were hit by people they were close to and often loved and so there became an association. Not sure about this so if there are any students of sex out there let me know!

Spanking can be given with the hand or a flat instrument. If you look on some S&M sites you will see quite elaborate objects to use to spank, some are made of leather and some of wood. I am able to spank but I don't think I could ever be into extreme spanking, and as I don't like pain I only receive a spank if it is not too painful and does not leave a mark.

It is very interesting that only one little vowel separates 'spank' from 'spunk'!!!

I hope you all continue to have fun and to be happy and content in what you get up to. I am around if you require a little soft spanking!!!

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Anyone for tennis!!!!

A few weeks ago I was over in the UK. My stay coincided with Wimbledon. Although not a great tennis fan I was drawn into the interest of watching the first British player to win Wimbledon for a long time. I became part of the Murray fever!

However, what I was more fascinated with was not Murray but female tennis! I was shocked by what women show when they play tennis. For me it was pure eroticism and I am amazed it is acceptable for such an up market sport.

Here are a few pics to show you what I mean! For all those with an upskirt fetish Wimbledon would keep you erect for 2 weeks!!!!

Knowing the hot blooded Itailans like I do I am amazed that there isn't much interest in female tennis. Maybe this blog will help address this. And it is not just the panties you get to see!

If anyone wants to play tennis, I am terrible, get in touch.!

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