Enticing Moments 1
Enticing moments of pleasure - Part 1
For some reason I love the sound my title today. Enticing moments of pleasure can be used in many different situations. I can use it for my writing work, for some moments with my clients but also for situations that call for something a little different; like writing blog entries for webmaster boards.
But today my focus is here on Marie’s Journal and those enticing moments of pleasure when there is something special to look forward to. I enjoy working as an escort and I have been able to meet many people over the years but since moving to where I reside seeing clients has slowed but it doesn’t mean that I don’t see anyone at all.
I have several clients and special guys who come to see me. Some I will socialize outside of my bedroom while others are strictly bedroom material only.
For some special guys I am privileged to experience some enticing moments of pleasure even if it is over a cup of coffee. Sometimes just being with someone, talking about anything and everything of which some has to do with sex, teasing and wild pleasures gives me great delight.
As I remember back to when I was a young ‘lady’ sex was not openly discussed especially at home. And to think that even to today I can still live moments of pleasures that were rushed, some that weren’t enjoyable as I would have hoped them to be and losing my virginity was a painful experience… as some women would know…
But that was never spoken about…
Enticing moments of pleasure are all about moments that entice you into doing something a little different. Being yourself and enjoying as many of those pleasures as you can.
Let me take you back a few years to when I was young lady, who’s sexual drive was possibly a little higher than others. I enjoyed talking to guys and in fact I got on better with them than the girls I hung out with. But there was one guy who took me to new levels and helped develop me sexually.
I remember when I was attending a show and a guy who I really liked was performing in almost the same scenes as I was. Some would never believe that I could sing but I like to keep some secrets to myself. For some reason we happened to be heading in the same direction during our break and he invited me to sit with him. It was an interesting moment because even though I liked him, we’d only talked sparingly because he was three years older than I was at the time.
It wasn’t the in thing to talk to girls who were younger than them back then…
But still he did. It found us sitting on the back steps in the light of the full moon and we talked. There was just something about that moment in time when he put his arm around me and held me. I felt relaxed with him as helped me begin my journey into pleasures that I never ever would have dreamed of.
I remember him sliding his hand up under my long skirt and with my heart pounding inside my chest he kissed me and his fingers slipped inside my panties.
What shocked me more than him playing with me was how wet I was. My pussy was dripping when he played with my clit and slipped his fingers between the velvety lips of my sex… finding a barrier that told him I was a virgin.
He didn’t pressure me at all, but the pleasures he gave me were incredible. He rubbed his soft fingers over my clit and back then I had no idea until later that what I had experienced was nothing short of an orgasm…
My heart beat so fast and in my mind I wondered how far he wanted to go, wondering if he would take that moment further, enticing me more… but no…