“You want a towel or something?” I ask.
“That would be great,” she says.
“Hang on a sec, I’ll get you one.”
“Thanks.”
She lays there on the floor while I gather a hand towel and wipe my cum off her back.
“You mind if I jump in the shower?” she says.
“Be my guest,” I reply.
She stands up and comes over to me. She climbs up onto her tiptoes and gives me a little peck on the cheek. “Thanks, baby,” she says. “I needed that.”
“My pleasure,” I say.
She gathers her clothes together and heads off to the bathroom. I head over to the nightstand. I pull my wallet out of a drawer, pull ten $100 bills out of it and walk into the bathroom. She’s already in the shower. I place the bills on the counter next to the sink.
“Thanks again, baby,” she says from the shower. “Next time you’re in town, feel free to give me a call.”
“I will,” I say. “Goodnight.”
“’Night,” she says. She grabs a little bottle of shampoo and starts washing her hair. I leave the bathroom and head over to the bed. I climb on top of the covers, pull out the remote, and throw on Sportscenter. I’m still watching it ten minutes later when she walks out of the bathroom, throws one more wave in my direction, and walks out the door without another word.
No difficulties, no small-talk, no pleasantries. All business, no bullshit. Just like I like it. I love escorts. They’re the only way to fuck.
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SHE’S A ROUGH RIDER
Some people like their women and short and stacked. Not me. I prefer them long and lean, fit and athletic. Not necessarily muscular (although I like that too) but toned and tight. Long legs. Firm ass. Washboard stomach. And fake tits.
I know, I know, I’m in the minority on that last part, but I just love them perfectly round, firm but not hard; as long as they’re not too monstrous I totally dig them.
There’s another tangible advantage to athletic women too; they can take an incredible pounding. Because they work out all the time, pushing their bodies to the limits, they’re used to pain and discomfort, relish it even, and this applies to the bedroom also.
Obviously it’s impossible to always judge a book by its cover (I’ve been with plenty of short, stacked types who loved to get pounded too) but as a general rule, if you’re into rough, aggressive sex, find yourself an athletic woman. But be forewarned; they often like to dish it out as much as they like to receive it, so if you’re not into that sort of thing, if you like your women submissive and weak, then you should probably look in another direction.
That being said, looks aren’t everything when it comes to having fun in the sack. I’ve been with many average-to-below-looking women and had a great time fucking a good many of them. But if you can find a hottie who is great in the sack then you’ve got the best of both worlds.
It’s hard to quantify what makes someone a great lover. Obviously, attitude is part of it, but it’s more than that. And while looks don’t have a direct effect on how good someone is in bed, it’s certainly easier to get excited the better looking someone is. But looks are far from the most important thing.
No, what makes a great lover are the intangibles. Flexibility, willingness to do absolutely anything, the ability to be intense or playful or just plain fun, not only from one day to the next but even within the same session. The best lovers enjoy being dominant just as much as being submissive, and will willingly take on whatever role the situation calls for. Add great looks on top of that, and you’ve got something special.
Luckily I recently found a women with everything. Her name is Melinda.
She’s incredibly hot, with the tightest, most insane body I’ve ever seen. Long and lean and athletic with fake tits and the face of a model. Plus she’s nasty as hell, willing to do absolutely anything at any time. She’s funny, she’s smart, she’s self-deprecating, she’s well-spoken, kind-hearted, and pretty much everything else good you can think of. And in the sack, she’s a magician. It’s as if she can read my mind; she knows exactly what I want at that particular moment, even if I’m not sure myself.
It’s incredible, really, how perfect a woman she is. And even more incredible that I somehow got hooked up with her.
I fondly remember the first night we spent together. It was a chance meeting. We were at a party put on by a mutual friend and were both in the back yard having a smoke. We got to talking and realized we were both in the same situation; drunk and bored out of our asses. So she suggested that we go over to my place and hang out.
It seemed harmless enough at the time, and although I was hoping something was going to happen, I was by no means expecting it. But as soon as we entered my house, she surprised me, grabbing me and pulling me close and touching her lips to mine right there in the kitchen. It wasn’t long until we were making out like animals, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths with reckless abandon.
After a couple minutes, Melinda pulled back. Smiling, she looked directly into my eyes and said, “Before we go any further, I have to warn you about something.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“This may seem a little strange, but I like to get it out into the open right from the start, before things get too crazy.”
“O-kay,” I said, not sure where this was going.
“I like to get a little crazy in the sack,” Melinda said. “I’m not one
