Agreed, there is an awful lot of bullshit spoken during paid sex, some of it works, some of it is mildly irritating but, what the hell, you're fucking her after all, and some of it can be a real turnoff.
What I really do like is when more genuine interaction happens. Sweet things said when they didn't think they were going to cum but I got them there, when I make them laugh while we're screwing, and especially when they direct the action by telling me what they want me to do...
A much-missed minx by the name of Clear - a cute as a button young lovely I used to see at Hornsby years ago, springs overtly to mind. Clear was a real favourite of mine. Her reviews were mixed, punters complaining that she was a starfish, a clock-watcher, but for whatever reason she and I got along like a house on fire, and I always got total GFE from her. She really got off on DATY, and I spent many a happy session slurping sloppily the sweet juices she produced. It must have been my fifth or sixth time with her and my lips were happily enmeshed with her mons veneris, my tongue writhing lithely along her dewdropped slit, when she grabbed my ears and lifted me out of the trough. She looked down at me, eyes half shut, seeming to blush, then said:
"Bite me. Bite slowly..."
Slowly often gets confused with gently or softly, so I asked her to repeat to be sure of what she was asking. Her hand drifted down, index and middle finger tracing a path either side of her sweet, pink clitoris.
"Bite..."
So carefully, so gently, I took the proffered morsel of pussy in my teeth and squeezed shut as tight as I dared. Her fingers remained in place, methodically rubbing as my tongue darted like a tadpole.
Fucking intense, it was. She moaned, groaned, gasped, even sobbed, but her free hand kept the back of my head firmly in place as she hitchhiked to Nirvana and back.
Then we kissed and kissed and kissed. She was exhausted, so we didn't even fuck. We kept snogging and both of us wanked me off in tender harmony.
It was a never-to-be repeated experience. I saw her a good few times after that before she moved on, and always had a deeply satisfying time, but no more biting was ever requested or attempted.
"Bite me. Bite slowly...'
I miss that one. I hope she has gone on to find happiness and success in whatever she's doing!
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