She laughs!


"No, I have no need for a boyfriend! I don't like complications"


"Boyfriends are complicated"


"This way, I get what I want....and you get what you want"


"Simple!"


"My life is uncomplicated!"


In the darkened room her skin is nut brown and anthracite-black and satin and smooth. She has peeled off her skin-tight lacy dress and her small high breasts leap untethered and free. Totally unselfconscious and glorious in her nakedness save for the simple silver beaded choker around her neck. Her body is thick but not overly so, wide hips, a real woman's belly, strong thighs and legs. I love the intricate tattoo that possessively climbs her left thigh


And that incredible "Junk in the Trunk"...omg how I adore that spectacular booty.


Dark flashing intelligent eyes flecked with honey, pouty lips, hoop earings and huge curly golden brown hair. An extremely attractive woman.


A long lingering tender exploring kiss. Hot mouth, wet tongue, soft lips, erotic promise's.


"I've missed you!"


Sure!!


The exchange of cash, crisp notes. A simple business transaction. But she knows I pay well..... and she knows how to make me happy in return.


That dark mysterious space deep at the juncture of her thighs, the source of so much of my illicit pleasure. I know it so well. It's heat, it's taste, it's musky scent, it's juicy succulence. It is a ripe fleshy oh so very sweet tender fruit. I can spend a whole hour explorIng it with my lips and with my tongue and with my fingertips. Thick dark lips that engorge as I explore and flick and test and delve and lick and gently suck.


And then the glistening shiny slippery pinkness exquisitely unique to a woman.


That swollen wet clit that displays a life of its own as it pulses and rotates and pushes against my flicking tongue tip. A glance north up across her belly and her areolae are swollen and her nipples are sharp and her eyes are glazed and her breathing is deep and her eyes stare straight into mine. Knowing and commanding and possessing and demanding.


This girl has no inhibitions or hang-ups and is carefree and confident in herself and in what she does. I never feel unwelcome or rushed, each visit is like a reunion with a long lost special lover and I resent the passing of time as I blanket myself and hide from the world in her and her body.


She is my drug of choice and she is my addiction.


She stretches across the bed and takes my cock in her mouth. I am hard and fierce and purple and angry. Tiny teasing tongue flickers and strokes and flickers, up and down and around and around and then she swallows me whole. Sucks and releases and swallows and licks and sucks again and again.


"You've been practicing" I joke.


She comes up for air and laughs, and then sucks me all the way back down her throat.


Omg how does she do that?


I want this woman so badly. Even now my cock strains against the inside of my pants as I type this story.


I want her again...next week can't get here soon enough.


She straddles me and rubs her wet vagina tight along the length of my bare cock and squashes it against my balls. I am not yet in her but she is on me. Slowly, gently, hard, slippery, teasing, agonising...one tiny slip and I will be inside her. It's like being perched on a erotic razors edge.


But neither of us are that stupid!


On goes the condom and we start to fuck.


She grinds down on me, backwards and forwards and slow and fast and grinding and thrusting. Her heat and slipperiness against my groin and a rhythm as old as time. Triumphantly she looks straight into my eyes and her belly is damp and her breasts are high and her nipples are plump and engorged and razor sharp and her breathing is ragged and her panting mews are a erotic soundtrack.


Is this for real?


She does this for all the men who pay her to fuck, but her act is so polished and so practiced and so natural and so unforced and so professional.....and for that one fleeting hour I am the only lover in her life, and she is the only one in mine.


I don't want that hour to ever end!


Afterwards we chat like old friends. I've known her for three years and our meetings are all too infrequent. She tells me proudly about her small apartment in Durban and we laugh about one of her regular clients who has a wife, and a mistress with his child. They all live on the same property apparently. How the other half live.


She turns her back and bends to pick up a tiny pair of panties and that glorious naked arse is in full view. My cock leaps as I recall the feeling of being buried deep inside it. Her Greek skills are exemplary and practised and I have exploded inside that dark tight forbidden place so many times before.


Maybe next visit!


Her phone rings, and immediately she is the consumate professional. Sweet soft voice, welcoming, dripping sensuality, inviting. The fucking client won't be able to resist her.


"I'll see you in an hour my love" she breathes into the phone.


A slight tinge of jealousy? Nah...not really...I know I can have her anytime I want her... so long as I keep her well supplied with crisp new bank notes, She will always be mine!


It is an hour later and I am sitting at my desk penning this story. My cock is languid and happy and my mind swims with fond memories.


Jewel Girl is busy fucking her next client.


Jewel Girl is most cerainly the best Escort I have ever met!

Dude, erotic fiction is your forte, even if it is not fiction!
Publish or perish!
Link?
:-)

You had my eyes pop out......*face palm*

#NoVocalCavity
#Speechless

Kimmylee I wanna meet you next time you are in Durban....we can write our own story!

You will write a history book GREYWHITE...lol

On 2017-12-29 22:40:38 GREYWHITE said:
Kimmylee I wanna meet you next time you are in Durban....we can write our own story!

Mr 50 Shades of White - I'm sure I speak for a number of forum perusers when I say I look forward to that Fairy Girl story!! I'm sure it will be a firecracker of note for you are both gifted; yourself in the erotic literary arts and Kimmylee in the erotic arts! - she will supply you with ample stimuli for your musings!!

Greywhite
GREAT share.... please say she exists!!!
She would be the best lady!

Jewel Girl is real and well and vital and breath-taking, and lives on the deep South Coast and usually works in Durban.

Hey Lanavol...she is still here in the Deep South!
Now is your opportunity!

Mr DurbanHustler, I see that you have discovered and enjoyed the delights of Jewel Girl too

Awesome chic!!