All Things Equal

Oral sex really is wonderful.

I can't imagine a time when it was considered "dirty" or deplorable. Something about having one's mouth close to another person's genitals is profoundly intimate, especially when both partners are pleasuring each other simultaneously.

That's right -- I'm talking about the sixty-nine.

This past week, I had a client that seemed to want me to coach her. This isn't unusual; Rebecca and Adam all have similar stories, as do most escorts for that matter. Seeing how we're the sex-worker, sometimes the client will look to us for guidance and/or suggestions as to what we should for the evening.

Seeing how I love oral sex, I asked the client if she'd ever tried a sixty-nine. I guided her on top of me (she was the six, I was the nine) and before long, we were going at it like two teenagers who'd just made a pledge of sexual abstinence.

Going down on a woman from behind -- that is, eating her pussy from the back -- is deeply erotic. There's something primal about it, as if I've suddenly reverted back to a caveman focused on nothing but food and sex. Well, I suppose that description isn't too far removed from modern men, but still...

The client had a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, sucking and stroking with intermittent flicks of the tongue on the head of my cock. For any women reading, the head of a man's cock is a HIGHLY sensitive area, one that should be given extra attention when blowing him.

We both came at the same time, more or less. No squirt for me, and the client pulled her mouth off of me before I ejaculated. After a quick clean up, we waited a bit to have sex missionary-style. I really hope this "reboot" factor I have will last for another few years, as it's a great characteristic to have, seeing how I'm a whore.

By the time I got ready to leave, another thunderstorm had rolled in, drenching Miami and even reaching up to Broward County. A not-so-perfect ending to a nice evening, but I can't complain. Is it just me, or am I one of the luckiest men on Earth?