Erotic Story: Female Desires

I have a nice female acquaintance, Lisa.
We don’t see each other a lot, but I’m always happy to see her again.
Her appearance is youthful, making her look younger than she is.
Her body is a real pleasure to look at.
She’s far from fat, but everything about her is round and feminine.
Even her face and her eyes, complete with super long eyelashes.
Oh, and her breasts…. They are so full and round.
I often catch myself staring at those beautiful curves.

One day, we decided to take a walk in the park , not far from my house.
And yes, I caught myself staring at her breasts, again…..
Oops! She noticed it!
I tried to disguise my inappropriate behavior.
“Well….you wear a nice blouse.”, I stammered.
My goodness, what a fake reaction……
She blushed, and it made her look even more beautiful.

She’s cute , she’s funny, she has a good heart….
But she’s very insecure about her body, not to mention shy when it comes to sex.
Fortunately, not too shy to tell me her experiences. She knows she can talk about these things, because ‘I have expertise’.
And I often notice she feels ashamed of herself. She never takes the initiative, even not when her boyfriend asks what she likes.
And these are foreign thoughts, to me, for I’m to opposite.
I absolutely feel no shame during sex, I feel free.

And just like other times, I tried to make clear to her that she didn’t have to feel embarrassed.
“You’re young, beautiful, and attractive. Don’t you see that men find you attractive?”
She blushed: “I never noticed that.”
“I think you’re attractive too, even as a woman.”
Ooops, I said too much.
She blushed.
I confirmed my words again. “Really, I think you are attractive. I’d like to have sex with you, if I were a man.”
Lisa answered:”And, as being a women, would you want to have sex with me?”
I gulped. I never had sex with a woman!
“Hmm. Yes, maybe…..”
Lisa didn’t wait for my reaction; “I suppose that’ no?” . Her face cramped.
Her expression was hard to describe.
I said:”No, I didn’t mean that! But I don’t have any experience with women!”
She laughed: “Then you are not so experienced as you claim to be!”
And these were the last words we spoke, during our walk.

Then we arrived at my home.
I was supposed to make dinner, because it was almost dinner time.
And I didn’t feel like it…

The phone rang……
“Good evening, who is that speaking?….. Anthony!”

Yes, that was Anthony, The Anthony from my first story.
He had become a part of my life, since we met at the restaurant.

“Hi, Aphrodite, everything is fine? I want to see you. Can I come to you, now?”
“I’m really sorry, but Lisa is here. We still have to prepare dinner, and I have no idea what to cook.”
Anthony answered: “Well, I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you come over here, with Lisa?”
I beamed.
Lisa saw it , and asked: “Who is that?
“That’s Anthony, the handsome man I met two weeks ago. He asks if we want to come to his place.
Hopefully he will have made a nice dinner.”

Lisa: “Oh, sounds great. I wonder what he’s like.”
Yes, you certainly do, I thought.
Within an hour we arrived at his place.
“Oh, I’m honored to entertain two lovely women, this evening”, he said.
“You’re a such a flatterer, Anthony.” I said.
I winked at Lisa.

His cookery didn’t disappoint us. He made us a tasty lasagna.
And he poured three glasses of the same wine he poured at ‘our’ first meeting.
He introduced himself to Lisa. “I don’t think I introduced myself already,
I’m 40 years old, accountant, and above all, Aphrodite’s sexual possession.”
I protested: “Please Anthony, you’re not a saint. It’s not like I’m your only woman.
And besides, who says you’re my only man?……..” I loved to tease him.
Indeed, He was the only man who could offer me such a great sex.

After that very suggestive comment, the three of us chatted on laughed, and Anthony poured wine for the third time.
I protested: “Not too much wine please. I don’t know if my stomach can endure more wine.”
Lisa also declined the offer.
I looked at her. She was blushing, due to the wine, I think.
I felt that I had become unabashed.
And I started fondling her hair. Lisa giggled.
And then I looked at Anthony. He was enjoying the view.
I knew what he wanted, and that I wanted it too.

I kept caressing her hair and then I continued by touching her neck.
“Oh…?” She was surprised.
But she didn’t have to worry. Not in my presence or Anthony’s.
“I know this is exciting for you, Lisa. Do you want to feel my hands on your skin?”
Lisa hesitated.
“You don’t have to feel shy, Lisa.”
Then I kissed her lips, very softly.
I saw her glance had changed. She looked at me, yearning for more.
And she could get more, much more.
I pulled out her blouse.
“You have such a nice breasts.”, I said.
“Hmmmm………thank you.”
She let escape little moans, while I kissed her breasts.
I sucked on her nipples, and bit the soft skin, very gently.
“Ooh, this feels so good…”. Lisa moaned.

I looked at Anthony. He had loosened his pants.
He was busy satisfying himself, while he lustfully observed us.
I encouraged her:“ I want you to enjoy every sensation you’re going to feel this evening.
And I want you to not feel guilty about it, promise?”
“Yes…..I promise.” I let my hand slip into her nickers. She was soaking wet.
I pulled her against my body. Her naked back touched my breasts.
I felt her lower body moving. She curved her back and pushed her butt against my lab.
“I want to undress you too, Aphrodite.”
She turned around and released me from my skintight dress.
There we were, both dressed in only nickers.

“Well Anthony, you’re so far away. You’re allowed to come closer, so you can have a better view…..”
He didn’t hesitate of course. He walked straight to Lisa.
He gave me a wink.
I held her face up, so I could intensely kiss her.
I gave her a little warning: “Anthony is interested in you too. Do you allow him?”
“Yes….. I want to feel him too…”
While I was pleasing her breasts, he took off her nickers, and started massaging her buttocks.
Lisa sighed:“Oooh… keep going. You too Aphrodite.”
Her eyes turned watery, so horny she was.
Her lower body moved faster and faster. I felt her fluid dripping off my fingers.
But then I stopped. “I think you want to feel something else than my fingers, don’t you?”
Her eyes grew big.

Anthony led her to the table. Yes, that table where he and I fucked for the first time.
He let her lie on her back. I looked her in the eyes to put her at ease.
“Oooh….” Anthony’s penis entered her pussy.
Ooooh, this scene was so extremely erotic……

Her breasts were wobbling at the rhythm of Anthony’s poundings.
And I kept kissing her, her breasts, her neck, her belly, her feet…
Every bodypart of her was lovable. And she had tiny feet. I tickled them.
“OoOh, aaaahh”. She laughed. A vein in her neck was shown. Her orgasm was not far off.
Anthony sped up the rhythm.
“Aaah….Aaaah….. I’m going to come.” She closed her eyes.
“No stop,…not….yet….oooh!”
She came hard and intense.
And she was totally exhausted after that.
But Anthony didn’t came, yet.
I was surprised he could hold it up so long. He wasn’t satisfied yet.
“Hmmm, do you need a blowjob?”
I took him in my mouth. I heard him moaning.
“Oh, you’re so good…..your mouth is so hot…hmmm.”
I kept looking in his eyes, while I was licking his glans and shaft.
“You like it when I look at you, like that…so submissive…”
I grabbed his buttocks, to make him more horny.
“I want to come in you, while she’s watching…..”, he grumbled.
“Now turn around.”, he took me from behind.
My buttocks touched his crotch, with every pounding.
He penetrated me hard and fast.
“Oooh yes, come in me, please!”
He grabbed my hips and squirted his sperm in me.
He gave a loud cry of delight.
And the three of us rested, all naked, all horny, all wet….

Lisa smiled and her eyes beamed.
“How do you feel , now you’ve tried something new?”
She giggled: “Better than ever. I didn’t feel any hesitation. I never felt like that before.”
I answered: “And I never felt a body like that before”.

And then we both laughed.


Erotic story: A handsome stranger.

A few months ago, I met a man who occupies my mind, from time to time.
From the first moment I saw him, I knew he was different.
Different from all the men who had satisfied my needs before.
I was sitting in a quite and cosy tearoom, sipping my tea. A man, sitting on the table opposite me, caught my eye.
He was busy reading the newspaper, with an earnest look in his eyes.
His face looked tense but kind. It wasn’t clean-shaven, but honestly, his beard suited him, giving him a more masculine look.
I took him to be in his forties.
Although he was sitting, I also noticed he was blessed with a tall, slender figure, packed in a nice sober black suit.
Under his suit-jacked, he we wore an ashen shirt.
On his left wrist, he wore a silver watch. And I didn’t see a wedding ring.
I was sipping my tea, when he looked up, an looked right into my eyes. His eyes were dun-colored.
I looked away, embarrassed.
He went on reading his newspaper.
I looked outside the window. It was raining softly.
Suddenly I felt a glance resting upon me. I didn’t dare to look.
I finally succeeded to turn my eyes off of the window.
The man was smiling at me.
I smiled back, but immediately looked away. I felt I was blushing.
‘Why? This never happens to me, normally.’, I thought.
I mustered up my courage, and said: “You looked so serious a while back. Were you reading something interesting?”
He said: “Not really. The common problems, over and over again. The usual strikes and protests against the governmental savings.
Therefore nothing news, nothing interesting. But it’s necessary off course, keeping up with the current events.”
I smiled sheepish. Didn’t know what to say.
I said: “Are you waiting for a train?”
He answered: “No, but I’m waiting for an acquaintance. He should be arriving by now. ” He took a look at his watch.
I took my cup of tea in my hand.
“You have beautiful hands. So tiny and feminine.”, he noticed.
I put down my cup of tea, and smoothed my cheek with my fingers.
He said: “I don’t think we introduced ourselves. I am Anthony.”
I replied: “Aphrodite, nice to meet you, Anthony.”
‘I had been watching you for a while. You look so mysterious.’, he said, with twinkling eyes.
I was bewildered. I thought I’d noticed him first.
And his reaction was shameless. Another man probably couldn’t have afforded this.
“Oh… I think you look okay.” I had no idea how this comment affected him.
I must have looked stupid, saying this.
“I hope you’re not up to something, Aphrodite.”, he said, smilingly.
I said; “Of course not. Look, I think your acquaintance has arrived. A man is waving at you.”
Anthony:”Oh, I totally forgot  about him.
But that happens, if I’m offered the occasion to observe such a beautiful lady like you.”
How impudent he was!
“Goodbye Aphrodite. I hope we’ll meet again.”
I noticed my tea was cold. I decided to go home.
And I couldn’t get him off my mind.
The next day I passed the tearoom. No Anthony.
The day after. No Anthony either.
I gave up my hope to see him again.
“Oh, he is just a handsome and playful stranger, who I’m never going to meet again.”
A week passed by.
I needed to find some nice clothes, since summer came.
After I tried on lots of clothes, I finally found this nice, light-blue dress.
Eventually, I bought a pair of sexy black high heels. I looked forward to try it on again at home.
While daydreaming, I strolled past the shops.
Until… Someone bumped into me.
I couldn’t keep myself in check.
I said, quite loudly; “Hey, watch out please. The street belongs to everybody!”
I heard a soft laughter.
“Hihi, what a reaction!” ,… Anthony!
I was surprised. “I didn’t expect you here! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.
But….. is this your way to attract attention?”
He replied: ” Well, most seducing phrases don’t work. So I tried another way.”
We walked next to each other, in silence.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have much time right now. But can I be so impolite, and ask your number?”
He looked hopefully.
I said: “Hmm, I have a better idea. Why don’t you give me your number. So I can call you, If I’ll have the intention to do so.”
He gave me his number.
I had resolved that I was not going to call him that soon.
But I gave in, after all.
A week later, I called him.
“Dear Anthony, you’re talking to Aphrodite, remember?”
Anthony didn’t wait for me to continue.
“I want to see you. Tomorrow evening. Will we meet at the tearoom, where we first met?”
I had to take a look in my agenda.
“Okay. That’s fine by me. I look forward to it.”
Anthony said, laughing: “Can’t wait to see you.”
Fwwww……I was excited and nervous at a time.
I decided to take a hot bath with lots of foam, before I would go to bed.
While I was lying in my bath to relax, and I imagined my hands were his.
I caressed my neck, my collar-bone, my breasts, my belly, my thighs…..
Untill my hands arrived at the ultimate spot of pleasure.
I softly caressed my clitoris and my lips. I closed my eyes, so this one spot could have my full attention.
‘Hmmm…. Anthony, I want to have you there….’ I curved my back.
Then I let my fingers glide into my pussy, and moved them, rhythmically.
I felt the muscles contracting…..
Now I could relax and sleep.
I slept heavenly.
The next day I had trouble studying.
I couldn’t stop thinking of him. Of all the things we could do together…….
The hours crawled by like days.
By late afternoon I quit studying and I listened to music.
Seven o’clock. Time to go.
At seven and a half I arrived at the tearoom. Anthony arrived 5 minutes later.
We both ordered a drink, but we didn’t stay long. Anthony was seemingly impatient.
“Why do you have to be so fast. Do you have to go somewhere?
You could’ve said it to me, if our appointment turned out to be inconvenient to you.”
Anthony started laughing. “Inconvenient? Your company is not inconvenient. But yes, we have to go somewhere, you and me. We can walk to my apartment. It’s not so far from here.”
To his apartment?….. I knew how stupid it was, to just give in to his wishes, but I agreed, nevertheless.
We arrived at his apartment ten minutes later. My feet hurt already.
He showed me the living room. It was nicely designed, and very neat.
I didn’t expect him to be so clean.
We continued our way to the kitchen, which was quite modern, and above all, spacious.
“Have a seat please. Make yourself at home. I’d like to pour myself a glass of wine. You want some too?”
“Oh thank you, I’d like to drink some wine.”
He poured two glasses of wine. He took place next to me, and moved his chair closer to mine.
He stared at me, and I started to become a little uncomfortable.
“You have penetrating eyes, Anthony. I start to feel embarrassed.”
“Why you have to be embarrassed. You are a beautiful woman, and I like to watch you.”
His fingers touched my arm. I got goosebumps.
He noticed it. “Hmmm, are you cold? I can make you feel warm.”
I smiled, again sheepish.
“But first, let me release you from these painful shoes.”
He gently took off my shoes and his hand caressed my ankle. It continued its way to my calf, and my thigh.
Meanwhile, I was twirling his thick hair and I saw he found it pleasant.
I felt so excited…. I pulled his arms, so that he was forced to resettle himself on his chair.
“I want you to undress me, Anthony.” I lay his hand on my breast.
And he didn’t disappoint me…..
He pulled my dress over my head. And I sat there, only wearing my bra and nickers.
His hand disappeared in my nickers.
“Well, you are really delicious, Aphrodite.”
He started kissing my neck and my shoulders. I sighed from pleasure.
His other hand kneaded my breasts. With one hand he removed my bra.
‘He’s experienced’, I thought.
Then, his fingered gently entered my vagina. My breath caught.
“You’re so wet, naughty woman.” He started to rhythmically move his fingers.
My lower body followed his movements.
I was riding his hand. I felt building up tension.
“Oh…..please, don’t stop… please….go faster.”
But that weren’t his plans. He took is fingers out of my pussy, and let me lick my own honey from his fingers.
“Hmm… you make me so hot, doing that, Aphrodite. Now it’s time for you to indulge me.”
He pulled out his pants and underwear.
His penis was nice, large and straight, with a thick shaft.
I let my tongue glide over his glans, and kept stimulating it.
“Hmmm….you’re good, keep going…”
My tongue was now pleasing his shaft. I licked it, made circles, I sucked.
Anything to please him.
I didn’t forget his scrotum of course. While I took his penis deep in my mouth, I kneaded his balls, very gently.
Anthony sped up the pace. This made me even more horny.
‘I want you to take me.’, I moaned.
He led me to the kitchen table.
“Turn around.” I obeyed. Now I was trapped between his body and the table.
He tapped my butt. “Nice ass you have there.” Now he slapped it, hard.
“Oh…..” His penis penetrated my pussy. My eyes turned watery from lewdness.
I bent over the table, so that he could fuck me deeper.
He kept taking me at a fast pace. My body started shaking.
“Oh no…I’m going to come. ……I can’t hold it anymore!”
I lied on the table, helpless and floundering….asking for more, deeper, and harder…
Anthony turned me around, so I lied on my back.
He laid my legs upon his shoulders, so that he could penetrate my very deep.
The look in his eyes was beyond words. His eyes shone with pure lust.
Like a wolf watching his prey….
I closed my eyes, to feel his movements even better.
I lost control. I moaned and screamed.
I felt a wave of burning heath and planted my nails in his back.
Anthony answered with a growl.
Anthony slowed his pace. Till suddenly, he pounded me, rock-hard.
He did it again, and again, and again. He moaned intensely.
“Ohhh, yes,… Oh God… oh shhhh……”
And then he came. I felt his sperm squirting in me.
The next moment we both lay on the table.
He hugged and kissed me, caressing my neck with his lips. I giggled.
“Oh, Aphrodite. You are so delicious. It’s been a long time I had sex, and I really needed it.
You came at the right moment. I’m at the height of my career.
I have no time to start a relationship. But I really missed woman’s body. You fulfilled my wishes tonight.”
I answered; “Hmm, I would like to fulfill your wished, and not only this time….”

The way it is.

“To make a simple physical act beautiful we have invented all kinds of decorations around it. Without those decorations, most people would be unwilling to get into this physical act. A lot of people cannot simply face the basic physical act as it is, because, unless it’s decorated, they will feel ‘obscene’, they will feel like an animal, they will feel so basic and physical. Which is the reality. In some way, we’re trying to cloud our vision of reality with lots of decorations. We always add emotion to it, without emotion it would be ugly.”



Being an ‘exotic’ sex worker

I consider myself ‘exotic’ as a sex worker, simply because, at least not on the Internet, I haven’t discovered sex workers with the same ethnicity as mine.
I’m an Indian-born adoptee.
That being said: There is a huge diversity in India when it comes to ‘looks’. You cannot say ‘She’s is Indian and she’s not’, because of this diversity. People with all different ethnicities live in ‘the continent India.’

I definitely don’t look like some Bollywood star with fair skin. I’m dark skinned with dark eyes and black hair. Nothing really special.
Yet, I always experienced that extra attention, mostly coming from white men, and surprisingly, also Middle-Eastern men. I don’t know why.
I’m not at all fair-skinned. I’m dark-skinned. I’m not pristine in any way.

In the beginning my exotic appearance was a real marketing advantage.
Looking exotic and at the same time living in a very ‘Western’ way seems something very appealing. But looks can only impress for a very short period.
Sex is sex, after all. And if you have nothing else ‘interesting’ to give, people get bored of you very quickly. A unique life experience and showing genuine interest in clients always helps.  On the other hand, drawing clear boundaries is vital, for your own well-being as well as the client’s.
As a sex worker I still have morals. I never played games with clients and I never will. He pays, he repects my boundaries and I will do my best to give them a good time.
What I do depends on the client. There are many clients who want to give me pleasure.  My favourite client always insisted on that. (He’s a lover now).  Even nowadays, he makes great efforts to pleasure me and I’m barely allowed to give him pleasure, even though I’d like to.

But I digress…. Another post will come about my favourite client/lover.

I hope you’ll enjoy this post.


Sex and love

Dear readers,

I wrote about this topic a long time ago. So I decided it is time to ‘renew’ it.

Sex and love… should be connected, according to the prevailing societal view on sex.
Yet, I know for some people (like me), sex is just a physical thing.
Even when I’m with my lover I don’t consider sex as ‘love-making’.
Honestly, I never considered sex as ‘love-making’, so that explains maybe why I never saw sex work as a ‘taboo’-thing. I can’t tie sex and love together in my mind, although I know they go together. It just doesn’t work like that for me.
I love to enjoy physical sensation, but my pleasure can also be derived from going out to dinner, drinking a nice wine, cuddling, dancing…and so forth.

That being said; I’ve never had sex out of love.
At the moment I have a great lover, but I enjoy our philosophical talks and cuddling as much, or even more, than sex. Falling asleep in his arms after a warm shower, that’s what I call the most intimate thing, not ‘sex’.

Another ‘problem’ I have is that I find sex really hilarious.  When you take away all the societal, emotional and material adornments, imagining sex is really funny. We’re really no different than animals in that way.
Sometimes, when I’m having sex with my lover, I have to make an effort not to laugh.
‘Don’t laugh too hard….don’t laugh to hard…’ I think my lover would find it really strange if I bursted out laughing while sex. I don’t want him to think I ridicule his performance, because he’s really good in bed.
And that’s what most people don’t like to see. Without the right ‘adornments’, a lot of people think it’s filthy and immoral. And that’s the problem with prostitution.

Prostitution is clear about sex. ‘Sex in exchange of money’. It couldn’t be a more clear arrangement. And sex without adornment…Who wants to engage in that, voluntarily?
It must be a crazy or broken person.



Society ‘misfit’

Dear readers,

After months of trying to get ‘normal jobs’. I must say: ‘I feel like a total misfit.’
Even before I entered my secret profession, I had troubles keeping a ‘normal’ job.
Up to this day, I have little clarity about my incapability to find and keep a job.
Work ethics and attitude were never my problem, though.
Often employers would praise me because of my good attitude.
But…it’s never enough…I’m never enough.

A few weeks ago I started a job as an administrative assistant. I had high hopes and I wanted to know and learn everything possible. Unfortunately, my hope was destroyed after exactly 3 days. Due to my extreme fear of failure (in my case, you can call it a sort of anxiety), I was unable to pick up seemingly simple information.
The third day, my fellow employees decided I was too stupid to learn something meaningfull and decided I should copy and scan documents from then on, which I did, obediently.
Never in my life I felt so humiliated. Minute after minute. Hour after hour, day after day, I have to stand on my feet, copying and scanning documents,….while watching others doing the job I should be doing.  That’s the only thing I have to do. More than once I asked my colleagues if I could do something else.
But they refused. At least they are honest enough to say:
‘We think other tasks are too difficult for you.’  At least I have that clarity.
My employer gave me a test contract for 4 weeks.
Next week I will start working my third week. I have no hope my contract will be prolonged.

Looking back at my life, I have to say that during most of my lifetime, I’ve felt inappropriate, inadequate, inept and so on.
I know this is a terrible way of living and I’m trying to change that.
But to be honest, I’m starting to fall into a depression.
I’m thinking about entering sex work again.



Simply Sex

Two weeks ago I saw my lover.
He was my second client ever in my profession.
He has always been a loyal client, never asking for more than the pleasure of our allocated time.
Even not after telling him I quit sex work but willing to make an exception for him.
He never asked for more, while other clients always wanted more.

We enjoy each other’s company, and that’s it.
Sex is fun, but not the most important thing. (At least not in my eyes)
Most of the time we enjoy lying in bed, intimately, talking about funny and serious things.

We just ‘are’. And that’s beautiful. No expectations, just enjoying.
No prejudices (or barely any).

With him I’m now able to talk about sex work without seeing him cringe, something he always tried to hide meticulously. Of course, he never succeeded.

During our latest encounter, I asked him why he cringed hearing the idea of me being a prostitute.
Not receiving a sensible answer, I continued talking about the importance of sex at modern times. This reminds of a famous quote of Marlène Dietrich:


While we weren’t in America, this saying is striking for many regions, religions and cultures in the world.

As people have made sex, a natural biological act, seem like a huge aspect of life and themselves, that’s were the stigma begins: Courtesans or tawaifs and sex workers can never exist in the same way they existed before. They were revered for their feminine arts. Sex happened, but it wasn’t a big deal as it would be in modern times.
Today even the most intelligent and skilled courtesan would be simplified as ‘a sex object’.
While sex is a simple biological process.
It’s a small part of people’s life. Why make it so big? Why make it something it isn’t?
Even during a period when there were no such precautions as existing today, sex wasn’t as important as it is now.

That’s what I told my lover. And he understood.
He understood it very well. From then on, the cringe on his face no longer showed.

This is my own thought, something I derived from a saying from Sadhguru:
Unfortunately I cannot play the video here. I need to upgrade.

Sex, Sexuality and the Divine : “Once you could not accept the simple biological differences between a man and a woman, and what happens…
That’s where the whole exploitation of the woman started.
If we had no problem with the biology…we would not make a distiction between who is who..
Everybody would be know for what they’re worth.
Whether somebody was brought/born to you a virgin or a prostitute, what’s your problem?
What the man is worth that’s all that matters, isn’t it?
So whether somebody is a man or a woman, what’s your problem?
What that person is worth, that’s all that should matter to you.
You don’t have to make the biology sacred nor do you have to make it fithy.
It’s simply there. It’s simply life (…..).
I you know how to live it, without decorating it or without making it ugly.
…it has a beauty of it’s own”

I’d like to write down the whole content of the video, but that’s not very interesting nor useful.
But if you have time, certainly watch the video. 😉