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My Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe. is coming. At a quick pace I walk to the first floor, where I look out of the window and see my gigolo Europe car parked further along the road…
At the exact spot where I had asked him to park for reasons of discretion. I can see my Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe. come and so I hurry myself to the front door, while he does the same, but on the outer side of my house. When the distinction between outer and inner side has disappeared by his arrival, his Hugo-perfume fills the hallway and the corridor. And then I remember that three weeks is too long to be separated from my gigolo Europe. It is raining, but I do not mind. I even think it cozy, for this weather marks the frontiers of our cocoon in which we hide ourselves from the outer world.
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“You look good”, my gigolo Europe says, right before I was going to say the same to my gigolo Europe
“Why do I look good?” he then proceeds, tirelessly fishing for compliments that he can elicit from my lips like no other man can.
I start to laugh loudly and think it hilarious how my gigolo manages to do that time and again. He is so disarming with his boyish look, that naughty trait around his mouth, and his divine body that feels so intensely male and surprises me every time. Is it the fading of my memory after twenty-one days. Or is he really exceptionally sweet today? It has to be the first option, for I have never known him in any other way. But still. In his courteous, considerate and unselfish way he lets the evening slide in a glow that makes me doubt the reliability of my memory one day later.
My Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe. and I have dinner at my table of rest and sensual delight. With a voluptuous dance on Paul Simon’s Graceland as an intermezzo. I love to see him eat, oh, how I love to see him eat. For he does it like he makes love, with a curious openness that lets him fully taste every delightful sensation. And a seductive greediness that is disarming because it is colored perfectly by unselfishness and a nearly childish looking delight. We dance, wildly and sweating as if we are seventeen again. Dance is passion, seduction, eroticism and pure sex. Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe. Definitely with him. I like his ‘moves’ and the lascivious expressions of his body. One hour later I am lying in his arms on my king-size bed, while he treats my skin to surprising kisses. I cannot get enough from the look of his solid, naked male body on the rumpled sheets. His skin has a tan. It feels warm and soft, with underneath the muscles that remember me of the fact that his body is so much more powerful than mine, a thought that I find extremely exciting. Gigolo Europe a straight male escort in Europe.
It is already late when we say goodbye in the kitchen at half past twelve. Like children we are eating chocolate ice cream with little spoons, straight from the box that has been taken out of the freezer during our nightly escapade especially for this purpose. He moves closer and pulls my head towards him. The kiss of his warm and full lips tastes like chocolate. His hand is in my neck. His tongue is pushing itself inside, where it leaves a small chunk of chocolate ice behind in my surprised little mouth. The outer side of the ice cream chunk has become smooth and nearly liquid by the warmth of his mouth. The inner side is still waiting cold an frozen for my warm, licking, sucking and tasting tongue that caresses the ice, pulls it deeper inside, to push it back again toward the lips, that move the chunk back inside, where it melts to a warm and liquid substance that is swallowed with a devilish desire. The entire ritual is repeated once more with a second chunk of ice cream that is pushed inside just as sensually by the erotic force of his firmly exploring tongue.
I have always loved kissing, but could never suspect that a man could have shared this love with so much taste.
I stay awake in my still warm and sweet-smelling bed until he arrives at his place after his visit to my house. His kiss goodnight in the sms I receive still tastes like ice cream.