Madame closed her eyes in her awakening of the feminine senses while she was dating a gentleman male escort in Paris. Her whole body was escaping her. All of a sudden everything seemed to be linked: her breathing, her pulse beating a hundred an hour, this heat that invaded her and made her want to do things she couldn’t even name, things that had never aroused the slightest interest in her before this evening.
What had happened? Just a few minutes earlier, she had been in control. She understood that the male escort was trying to provoke her, but that hadn’t bothered her. Admittedly, she had felt some concern about what was in store for her, but the little challenges the male escort was giving her had helped her. She had undressed in the way she had chosen herself. Then if you want to hook-up with local women for casual sex then you need some good UK sex contacts and they can be easily found online.
Then all of a sudden everything changed, and she felt like she was suddenly drunk, when she had barely touched her wine. She was dizzy. The more she looked at the high walls of this room, the more she saw them rocking. Little by little, the heated floor beneath her feet began to wave like the waves of an ocean.
There had also been something in the dark eyes of the male escort on her. It was like he didn’t care the least bit about the trouble he caused in her by staring at her like that. He was crouched in front of the fireplace, vibrating with dangerous sensual energy, and was happy to watch.
The thought alone made her shiver in his arms now, and she couldn’t fight when James lifted her, when she felt her shoulders sink into the mattress.
In a way, it made the situation even more exciting. More indecent. He was fully clothed, and she squirmed in his arms, naked, hot and offered.
As she imagined the picture they were to form at the moment, a new shiver crossed her, more violent than the others. The male escort was more sensual than ever.
The male escort’s hands were large, like the rest of his body, and he held her so tightly that he probably could have stayed there a long time, indeed. She felt like he was burning her, so warm was her palms under her buttocks.
Madame suddenly realized that her sex was particularly wet. No doubt she should have felt embarrassed, but she was not.
She assumed her desires. The languid voice that was soft like honey in Madame’s ears awoke areas of her body that she didn’t even know.
These words triggered a strange sensation that spread through her, much very intense. Very intimate and very erotic.
James put his mouth on her, immediately her body had an electric shock. Immediately, her whole body caught fire, and her breathing became more jerky.
She was open, completely offered. James had lifted her from the mattress as if he was about to taste the taste of her sex and she was excited at the prospect of what awaited her. She could feel the warm moisture between her thighs and the blood beating under her skin. And suddenly, James imposed an unbearable wait on her.
She leaned on her elbows, fists clenched between the sheets, tense and impatient. She needed him, never before had she felt such tension, never had she been so excited at the thought of making love.
The male escort was slowly leaning over her. She pulled her hips up to meet him, but he just kissed the inside of her right thigh, then the left.
It was as if he was printing his words in her flesh, with the lip. As if there was no part of her body that he was not going to mark in his own way.
A new wave of heat enveloped Madame. She would like to understand how this man could, through caresses or purely physical kisses, provoke emotions of such intensity in her.
In fact, she didn’t want to know. She didn’t care why and how. She was too hot, felt exposed, raw, and she was more excited than ever. Nothing had aroused so much passion in her yet.
It was as if she had never wanted anything in life before. As if everything she had known so far lacked color, consistency.
James adjusted himself between her thighs and put on a condom without taking her eyes off her, and Madame wondered if he was going to provoke her again with a new remark. But no: James leaned down without a word and placed his mouth where she needed to feel it.
James didn’t just lick her. James devoured it. He pushed a groaned while savoring her hot, sensitive flesh, then sucked on her clitoris until she arched in all directions.
James was greedy. Attentive. Incredibly erotic. James was moving in and out, without making her come and without letting her guess what was next.
When the first wave of pleasure crossed her, Madame did not understand what was happening to her. It came out of nowhere. She tensed, prey to uncontrollable and increasingly intense chills. Then the second wave struck and made her tremble with all her limbs.
However, the male escort did not stop. James continued his work, as if he wanted to devour her orgasm in addition to her body. This image, which appeared before Madame’s eyes, made matters worse, made them more intense, in any case, and the pleasure continued for a very long time.
Her lover also continued. For a few moments, the woman had the impression that it was finally over, but the pleasure then returned, again and again.
She let herself be carried away to the highest peaks, docile, then dived again, at the mercy of the storm that was raging inside her. She didn’t care if she was too red, or too short of breath. She made fun of tightening the legs around the nape of the male escort or arching in a more than indecent position. She made fun of rubbing his lips feverishly.
All that mattered to her was the pleasure, the successive sensations, more and more lively, and which ignited him. Too wild sensations to be called.
Then, little by little, the tornado subsided. Unless it was the male escort who decided to end it, Madame could not have said it. James gently pushed her legs and laid her back on the bed with a devilish little smile, as if he knew exactly how tired and drunk she was.
She was still short of breath and the worst part was that she no longer cared about the reactions the male escort might have. The latter straightened up and stood there for a moment, watching her. Her heart beating, she couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth. It was as if he was still between her legs, as if his tongue, teeth, lips continued to drive her mad.
The gigolo didn’t even have to start again: the mere memory of the pleasure he had just given her once again raised desire in her. A new vertigo seized her, but this time she did not try to analyze anything.
She wanted nothing but watching the male escort. Admire his body, the body of a conquering French gentleman, brown and muscular, who had just given him so much pleasure during this experience of awakening her feminine senses.
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