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50 Shades of Grey, but only light.

50 SHADES

We have met on a few occasions and she finally had the courage to ask, “Vince, I would like to play like Shades of Grey, but only light.”   I am quite happy that she finally opened up to me and expressed the desire I could already sense in her subtle questions and the passion of her lovemaking.   I had given her precise instructions on what to wear and to arrive at my hotel room at 8:00 p.m. sharp.  Say nothing.  Follow my instructions . . . exactly.  We had set some parameters in advance, so that I could ensure she was comfortable and felt safe.  She had given me a few hard boundaries, but was willing (and a bit eager) to explore her limits with me. . . I liked that.

The digital clock on the nightstand had just turned to 8:00 when I hear two soft knocks.  I open the door and gesture for her to come inside, closing the door behind her.  She is a beautiful and intriguing sight, as she stands there in her black high boots, her hands tucked in the pockets of her black trench coat, tied tightly around her waist . . .  like a mysterious gift longing to be unwrapped.  She knew this outfit to wear because it is described on my menu of Lighter Shade of Grey.  She looks down nervously as I step toward her.  “Look at me” I command in a low, but firm tone.  She lifts her eyes and I hold her gaze until I stand just a few inches from her.  I say nothing as I run my fingers along her face, under her chin, continuing to hold her gaze intently as I whisper seductively, “You are mine tonight, yes?”  I can feel the sharp intake of her breath as she nods.  I brush my lips against hers, speaking slowly.  “You will do exactly as I say.  There are consequences if you do not.  You understand?”  Again, she nods as her breath quickens. 

“Good” I say sharply and step back abruptly.  “Remove your coat and hand it to me.”  She unties the belt and slides the coat off her shoulders.  I take it from her and hang it in the closet, then move to the table and leisurely open a bottle of champagne, pouring myself a glass as I eye her carefully.  She has dressed exactly as I asked . . . only a black lace bustier with matching panties and black stockings.  She looks amazing, but I reveal no hint of my satisfaction to her.  She is unsure, vulnerable, nervous . . . but excited, I can see it in her eyes, in the rapid fall and rise of her chest.  This is part of the game, my dear, I think to myself.  Patience on my part . . . unknowing, waiting, anticipating on hers.  I offer her a sip of the champagne.  Her hand trembles slightly as she takes the glass and returns it to me.

I cover her eyes with a black silk scarf and use another to secure her wrists behind her back.  She gasps as I secure the knots and pull them tight, but not so tight as to be painful.  I gather her hair in one hand and pull her head back, commanding at the same time, “Open your mouth.”  She obeys, and I pour a little champagne down her throat and she swallows.  “Keep your mouth open!”  She obediently opens her lips again.  This time I pour, but do not stop, filling her mouth until the cool liquid overflows and runs down her neck, disappearing into the cleavage of her ample breasts I pull the down the cups of her bustier to reveal her sweet breasts, massaging and squeezing them in my strong hands.  I leave her nipples exposed and step back, admiring her.  Her body trembles as she waits, not knowing what I will do next.  I reassure her, “You are beautiful like this my dear.”  I take a sip of the cold champagne and take her exposed breast in my mouth, sucking and teasing her nipple with my tongue.  I cover her mouth with one hand and hold her steady with the other as I move from one breast to the other, her muffled cries only increasing the intensity of my assault on her delicious breasts. 

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Married to my first love, a good career, it continued to gnaw

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My experience with Vince ….

I doubted for a long, long time. I have a good marriage, three lovely children, a good career, married with my first love. And yet it continued to gnaw. 

Intimately I missed the excitement and passion.  I wanted to discover more, but my husband was clearly not open to it and how would it be to be intimate with another man. I remained curious and eventually I decided to look for it anyway. I ended up at Vince’s site.  I wondered how he knew exactly what I was looking for.  Finally, after another period of doubting if it was wise or not, I sent an email, and Straight male escort, Vince mailed back.  He sent me many sweet words and I was sold right away. This was the right man who could answer my desires and make me more experienced.

The day of our appointment finally arrived.  Vince could see that I was nervous and held me close in his arms to calm me.  His embrace was warm and reassuring.  We settled on his couch with a glass of wine and soon we began to kiss intently.  I have missed this for a long time.  When he asked to take me upstairs, I answered yes because I was eager for more.

And I got more, because before I knew it, I lay naked in his bed.  With his head between my legs he spoiled me as I have never experienced before.  He knew exactly where to find the right spots and brought me complete ecstasy.  We went on kissing.  I felt free.  I could let myself go completely and Vince did not mind.  He asked me if I had enjoyed it.  Caressing and kissing we enjoyed telling each other our intimate fantasies, which quickly rekindled the fire.

Vince asked me to trust him, blindfolded me and carefully secured my wrists to the bed.

There was a shiver through my body, a shiver of pure pleasure. This man knew exactly what I wanted. I do not know how long it took, but Vince brought me from peak to peak, after which I fell back to bed exhausted.  But he did not allow me much peace.  His strong arms lifted me on top of him and with his soft hands on my hips, he guided our rhythm.  The blindfold disappeared, and I saw that I was not the only one who was excited.  He also reached his climax, after which we came together in a silent, caressing and restful way. The evening ended with a wonderful massage for Vince. Because honestly, he certainly deserved it.

Dear Vince, as you said yourself, you have written a piece of history in my life. I will never forget this day and secretly I hope that we will see each other again, there is still a lot to discover.

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Are you visiting Brussels and looking for an Escort companion for women Brussels?

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Are you visiting Brussels and looking for an Escort companion for women Brussels?

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Honestly, I still can’t believe I contacted vince4ladies Why not just book a nice relaxing massage at a spa?  Because I wanted a little more than relaxing.  I wanted special attention, pampering … from a man.  What woman hasn’t had a professional massage from a man and fantasized just a bit that his hands might stray from the proper path and caress her body?  

Escort companion for women Brussels is how I found him (Escort companion for women Brussels).  His website was unlike the lurid and vulgar nature of so many of the other sites advertising a sensual or erotic massage.  It felt classy, comforting and genuine.  I could get a relaxing, sensual massage but I remained in control of the situation at all times.  Yes, it was possible to go further if I decided, but it was always my choice.   There was no hint of sleaziness, just a desire to meet my expectations, to bring me pleasure.  And, if I’m honest, I secretly liked the idea that it could go further if I wanted it to … even though I assured myself I simply wanted a massage with a bit of arousal, nothing more. 

I had given him my hotel address and room number.  I felt so nervous, and excited, waiting for him to arrive.  What would he think of my body? Would he like me?  What if he was nothing like his site?  What if I disliked him?  I tried to put my doubt out of my mind with a glass of wine as I waited. 

At precisely 8:00 p.m., there was a gentle knock at my door.  My hands trembled as I opened the door.  And there he was, Vince, exactly the man whose photos I examined so closely on my computer screen.  He smiled warmly as he greeted me and politely kissed my cheek as he stepped into the room.  Whatever lingering reservations I may have held quickly faded as we began to speak.  Vince was so warm and pleasant, talking so naturally with me.  I immediately felt at ease in his presence.  I admit that I also found him extremely attractive and liked the way he looked at me as we talked.  I excused myself to change into a bathing robe while he prepared.

Do not hesitate to contact him…  Escort companion for women Brussels.   Of course I bring some music with me . enjoy it and relax.

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Lost in his Arms

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The frost on the window in Germany, Aachen reminded me how cold it was outside.  But warmth seemed to run through my body from the touch of his fingertips on my shoulders.  Vince, gently stroked my hair back and kissed the hollow of my neck.  His lips were warm and soft on my skin. I closed my eyes and smiled as he continued to nuzzle my neck with delicious kisses.  I wrapped my arm back around his face. Running my hands through his hair and breathing in the smell of him. Gigolo Aachen straight male escort Germany

 
His hand moved to my back and slowly lowered the long zipper of my dress.  The way he let his fingertips drag lightly along my spine gave me chills. And i drew in a breath from the sensation. He slid the delicate straps over my shoulders and down my arms to my waist as he knelt down, holding the dress in place on my hips.   I could feel his breath hot on my skin. Then his lips on the sensitive skin at the small of my back.  A soft, sweet moan escaped my lips as he ran his tongue along the base of my spine.  
 
He let the dress fall away as he rose. Running his hands around my waist, softly along my stomach and up my body.  He turned me chin toward him and kissed me slowly, deeply, as he his hands massaged my breasts. I turned into him, wanting to be closer, to just let go and simply get lost in his arms for this night …. and I did.  
 
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Don’t talk, just kiss…

Kiss

We have a date.

I have a date with you without even knowing you.

You have date with me without even knowing me.

I have never heard your voice and I have never seen you in person. A short telephone call, that’s the only contact that we have ever had.  I, who was making clear what I wanted,. You, who told me that it was possible,. The city of Antwerp would not be a problem either because of the numerous inconspicuous and stylish hotels that are found there.

Now, I find myself being in Antwerp for my lunch break, with a throbbing heart and a body that tingles of excitement at the knowledge that my long-cherished fantasy will be coming through soon. The light in the hotel corridor is dim but that’s because I am wearing sunglasses. Today I am “undercover”. I knock on the door. Carpet must be muffling the sound as the door slightly opens without me having heard footsteps. The lights in the room are hazy and I only saw you for a split second right before you pulled me inside. White shirt. Black pants. A mischievous and inexorably severe men’s look. Your eyes stare at mine and tell me that there is no way out because I am totally at your mercy. I feel your hands on my shoulders while you’re still looking at me. In one swift movement my coat drops on the desk beside me. There’s a bottle of white wine that is dampened with condensation. Without a word you pour two glasses and let me drink.

Then you push my back against the wall with a compelling impatience that makes me shudder a little. Your right hand cuffs my thin wrists and holds them above my head. You push your body against mine and I can no longer move.

Your left hand, tender and exploring, glides from my hair to my face. Your index finger caresses my red painted lips and parts them. Then suddenly I feel your lips brushing mine. Your eager and short kisses force my mouth open. You wait with your tongue lingering between my lips until I moan and you respond with an intense kiss that leaves no doubt as to what you are going to do with me next. Your left hand now slides down the side of my breasts, over my waist and my hips. Lower still, to the seam of my dress. Your hand rolls the fabric up and slides over the black nylon along my right thigh. I can sense your growing excitement when your hand reaches my garters. Your hand moves quickly and without any restraint to the part of my buttocks that is not covered by fabric. Then suddenly you grab my leg and lift up my knee, while pushing even closer against me.

I gasp of excitement and arousal while my leg clamps around your waist. You treat my neck and ears with short, compelling, warm kisses. Your hand slips slowly between my legs, near the warmest spot. I’m a little shy and strained, but at the same time incredibly excited when your hand slowly unbuttons my black lace body. Your warm and skilled fingers immediately feel how excited I am. You briefly grin and then kiss me passionately on the mouth, while I feel the grip of your right hand strengthening around my wrists. I gasp when you push a finger inside of me and you can feel that I’m ready for you. But you keep caressing me, with vigorous rubbing and pushing that drives me crazy to the point that I forget everything else around me.

Just as I think that I can no longer hold it, you undo your pants in one swift motion and drop them to your ankles, followed by your boxer shorts. Your state of excitement is unmistakable.

I do not know how you did it, but your fingers must have been incredibly fast. My hands are loose and an open red pack of Durex is beside me on the desk. Still without a word you look at me, just long enough for me to realize that what is coming is unavoidable. You raise me up and penetrate me, your eyes still locked on mine. I let out a shriek when I feel how you fill me.

You grab my thighs and begin to push yourself slowly deep inside of me. I pull the top of my dress open and push your face between my breasts. You gently lick and suck my nipples. As your cadenced movements thump inside of me, my hardened nipples become more sensitive than they have ever been. I can feel little shocks pulling through my upper body and I wonder how long you will keep up the deep thrusts into my hungry body. When I almost come, you stop and pull my dress over my head. Your hands slide along my body. You knead my breasts and kiss them. I want to object when you pull away but then I find myself on a chair and your hands have spread my legs. Your hair feels soft and curly when you kneel before me with your head between my legs. Your tongue caresses and teases me. Here again, you do not take me to the highpoint because, for that crucial moment, you lay me on the bed for the ultimate conclusion…

I walk away fifty minutes later, stepping on the carpet in the corridor where people kindly nod at me. They have no idea of what I just did.

 

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Vince, male companion London and her, paused and kissed tenderly as the train jolted to a stop at the next station.  A gentleman boarded and inexplicably, sat down across from them, giving them a friendly smile.  Vince looked at her with a questioning expression . . . what do we do?  Again, the mischief flashed in her eyes as she leaned in to kiss him.  He whispered playfully in her ear, “You are incorrigible.”  

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tried to act unaware of them, but Vince saw him stealing glances at her, watching her subtle movements atop him.  Vince held the man’s gaze when he glanced their way again.  The man watched as Vince moved his hand up along her thigh.  She grabbed his wrist to stop him.  “Vince, he will see!” she whispered.  With his eyes still on the man, Vince said to her, “He likes watching you.”  She lowered her eyes and glanced nervously over at the man.  He was indeed watching her, watching them, silently.  She was unsure how she felt.  It excited her on some level, to be watched in this way by a stranger.  “Let him watch you.  Enjoy it, my dear.”  Vince’s sultry voice melted her inhibition.  In his arms, she felt safe and free.  She slowly let go of his wrist and his hand disappeared under her dress.

Vince, male companion London and her continued to make love

as Vince caressed her with his fingers.  She could feel the man’s eyes upon her as her body moved in response to the overwhelming pleasure of having Vince inside her and his fingers stroking her.  Vince found her sweetest spot, swollen with hunger for his touch, and rubbed it vigorously as he kissed her neck.  Her legs began to shake as she felt the orgasm building.  “Vince” ,Male companion London ,she whispered breathlessly, “you must stop . . .” But Vince did not, he wanted her to live this experience fully.  And his own climax was building as he felt her contractions against his cock, buried so deep and tight within her . . . every movement she made was amplified against him and it was amazing.

Vince, Male companion London ,continued his assault upon her,

rubbing faster and more vigorously as she tried to restrain her moans and control her hips from moving too noticeably.  They were lost to the man watching them now, immersed completely in one another and the passionate intensity locking them together as they ascended toward their climax.  Vince felt her body arch and stiffen against him, her legs trembling underneath her skirt as the muscles tightened and the orgasm rocked her body.  He could feel each wave wash over her so intensely like this, her muscles tightening around him like a vice each time, throbbing and releasing . . .  Vince felt her release run warm over his fingers and soak his trousers . . .  it was all he could take and he groaned into her shoulder as his own release pumped through him and melted into her.  

Vince, male companion London and her rested against one

another for several moments before they realized the man was gone.  When he had left, they did not know.  They laughed as they looked around the car and wondered if any of the other few passengers had noticed them.  It did not matter.  Vince wrapped his arms around her and held her close against him in his lap.  She nestled her head against his chest, feeling warm and safe in his embrace.

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Gigolo London Metro date

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Gigolo London Metro date : Part 1

Gigolo London: In London, The Metro was oddly uncrowded that evening as Gigolo London Vince stepped onto the car, but the lack of people was welcome and they took seats sitting across from one another.  He observed her as she gazed out the window, her blonde ringlets falling across her shoulder in a beautiful contrast to the deep red of her trench coat.  She sat cross-legged, her foot resting against his leg.  Feeling his gaze upon her, she turned to him and smiled.  Gigolo London, Vince liked her smile, the way it was both sweet and alluring at the same time . . . like her.  Her eyes twinkled a bit as he felt her run the heel of her stiletto along his calf slowly.  She liked playing little games and teasing him, waiting for him to overtake her and turn the game around on her.  He knew this . . . and liked it.  

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Staring intently at her, Gigolo London, Vince reached out and ran his fingertips along the curve of her knee, just the slightest of touch, slow, small circles . . . extending his touch just barely upon her thigh and then back around again.  She drew in a breath as the chill ran through her.  He watched her face as her expression melted from playful to lustful.  Gigolo London, Vince smiled in victory, but then recognised the look of mischievousness that crept into her eyes, confirmed by the devious curl of her smile.  

Glancing around for a moment,

and then making sure he was watching, she quietly reached under her dress and removed her panties without saying a word.  He watched as she stealthily shifted in her seat, and then casually slipped the delicate garment over her knees, down her calves and off around her heels.  Smiling, she leaned forward, placing an innocent peck upon his cheek as she slipped the panties into his jacket pocket.  She then sat back and smiled expectantly at him.  It was Gigolo London, Vince his move now.

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Took her hand, pulling her slowly onto his lap, raising the back of her dress and coat so that her skin sat bare on his legs Gigolo London, Vince slid his hand quietly underneath the flap of her coat, her dress and up along her thigh until his fingers reached the warm wetness between her legs.  His lips met hers as he slipped two fingers inside of her.  His fingers slide easily in and out of her. Gigolo London, Vince loved how wet she was for him.  She moaned softly as he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to make love to you on this train.”  The grin on her face as she looked up at Gigolo London, Vince told him she had absolutely no objections.

There were still very few passengers and none near them as he adjusted in his seat, lifting her just slightly and they both groaned softly as he she sank slowly down upon him.  Her trench coat hid their risqué activity well.  The jostle of the train provided a natural rhythm as he pulled her hips against him and pushed deep up into her.  It was incredible, the moves so slow and deliberate.  She moved her hips in barely discernible circles against him, adjusting her pressure against him as she shifted from hip to hip.  Gigolo London, Vince closed his eyes at the intensity of the sensations.  

To be continued, this was: Gigolo London Metro date part 1

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She watches the rain beat softly against the window.  The grey skies and steady rhythm make her sleepy.  But it is being wrapped in his arms that soothe her.  She snuggles closer against his chest and though he is immersed in his book, he tightens his embrace in response and kisses the top of her head.   She sighs happily and closes her eyes. Gigolo,male escort for woman in DüsseldorfGermany

The sound of rolling thunder wakes her.  The room has grown darker as the storm chased away the afternoon sun.  His voice whispers in her ear,  “Did you have a good nap?  Sweet dreams? …. or naughty ones?” Gigolo,male escort for woman in Düsseldorf Germany
 

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Her entire body is instantly awake and tingling with desire for him. How does he do that?  She looks up at him sleepily and smiles innocently.  “That’s what I thought” he laughs as he lowers his lips to hers and pulls her on top of him … 
 
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My perfumes lingers in the air as you pass though the doorway and enter the room.  I am seated across the room, my back to you.  You cross the room casually, quietly removing your jacket and hanging it on the desk chair.  You approach and walk a full circle around me, observing my black satin robe, stockings and stilettos … the rest is hidden.  I have not moved, but as you stop in front me, you can see my breath has quickened.  You whisper in a low, seductive voice, “Look at me.” straight male escort  women London,

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I raise my head slightly and lift my eyes to you.  You smile and run your palm around the curve of my cheek, under my chin, tilting my face up toward you as your thumb outlines my lips, gently pulling on my bottom lip.  “Have you been a good girl while you waited for me?”

I nod just slightly and whisper, “yes.”   You smirk as you suddenly jerk my chin upward  until my long curls fall away from my face, making me gasp.  You lower your face to within inches of mine, teasing me with your hot breath grazing my lips.  “Yes what, my dear?”

I gaze directly back into your eyes, dark with lust, my lips curling into a wicked smile.  straight male escort for women London,

“Yes, sir.”

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