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For urged , Phones at the end of post 1: Ms. Rius

How to explain my flirtations with Cleo ?

First, it is difficult to go for the kill and without previous task. In general, as I explained in other posts, is known to person, intimate, is practiced - by both parties - the art of seduction, it is one to dinner, dancing, snuggles one, and eventually ends up in bed. Or not, and this is one of the problems we have men and women who do not have.

Or, the great discovery, swingers clubs. There, everyone goes to so far. When I go into meetings, I know mojaré. I'll be or not to fuck, that's not what I enjoy most, but if you touch it, caress, will achieve any result in orgasm, discover the body of others before you know it is called the person who let me share her body and her pleasure.

But here is an intimacy of couples with a perfect stranger, who I know is what the name. I'm with a woman in bed, I have at my disposal, and only calling Cleo.

I saw that Cleo, forward, left under his pillow two condoms, and a mysterious bottle. I think for me, as the Brazilians say, we left over a condom. It gives me a little angry, because a few years ago rather have been without a , But that's what you get. Nor is it a reason to complain, if one has always advocated that the most enjoyable sex is scratching his back, we will not get close to an orgasm now more or less.

I touch the skin of Cleo, which I love. There are soft as peach skin, rough skin and as melons. Cleo's skin is peachy, we would say, is almost onomatopoeic word, peachy, mellow, sweet. There hides and skins, as there are pubic hairs and pubic hairs. I have not ever seen written, or Casanova, Sade or even his style and his hobbies do not pay much for such speculations, even at Corin Tellado or Anne Rice, but pubic hair is known about social class of the person. I like a felpudito silky and smooth like the back of Platero. Well I also like the punk and gritty felpudito which mustache Guardia Civil, but less. In the case of Cleo, because as it is not, there is not. I looked carefully, but did not see or touch felpudito. Not that I'm excited about the pubic hair on, but if I liked Cleo's skin.

To break the ice we hugged, we looked, we kiss, and began to caress. I love these opening moments, with its share of timidity and audacity simultaneously. I told him if he did something he did not like me comentase. I think I thanked him. He asked if there was something I liked especially, I replied that I was very classic, and what I liked is pet and caress me. He told me that she too, as his hand was desvergonzando in my body and my body encouraging to notice it.

We still embrace, the truth is I loved the feel of her skin, her breasts touching note mine, stroking his buttocks, (now imagine how the twins should be a Tour rider, I've never touched), I had well have happened in the afternoon.

I think she noticed because said I should take the initiative (or that out there, so abrazaditos, things could perpetuate). So he knelt on the bed, looked for something under the pillow, and pulled the mysterious tube that had left earlier with the two! preservatives. There I found out what it was: lubricant. Logic on the other. Login so, sack, without much preliminary, well ... and she did not know what I would want my body was in perfect magazine, ready to attack, ready for penetration, but that does not mean in my absolute urgency.

So she, well greased with lubricant, and as his mouth took my front, left to reach the back of my hands. The truth is that the lubricant, passing greasy fingers and notice them excited. And while the lubricant is tube, you forget quickly. I touched, stroked it: a couple of groans and "if you love, a little above, not within, above, there, there, there, ah, ah, Aaahhhh" .... all in less than 20 seconds, an orgasm. I miss. The truth is, as you know, my little grasshopper, consider the simulation as a form of (good) education. Mind you, do not say that Cleo simulase, I have no idea, in these cases I prefer not to inquire into any case, just say it was, this ¿orgasm? a bit premature.

If you will tell me who know me that I have angel hands - assuming that the angels have hands and use them for this - but in this case it seemed too fast.

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For urged , Phones at the end of post 1: Ms. Rius

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For in the end I met Mrs. Rius. A lovely person.

I phoned him, I explained that I had read his book, and what it said I had wanted to meet. He replied that no problem, she was always there, and when they wanted to call and talk. I told him not only that, but I also like to hear about some of his girls. There came the questioning, half jokingly, all mixed by telephone. To me it seemed easier to talk to her first home, and she seleccionase Miss. But Ms. Rius house no girls, she calls on the phone. Therefore, it must be, as physicians "to agreed times."

She asks, learns customer tastes - it happens soon to be friend - and depending on them and availability call one or the other girl.

I said I put into his hands, he had no special taste, but she asked me anything I informed him of the advanced age I have actually said that it showed nothing in his voice, and believed to have Miss ( she calls them ladies, not girls) I would like. A young lady, very busy (I guess it was that she put an animation that I could break my). Give him half an hour to locate it.

Sure enough, half an hour I was in the apartment of Ms. Rius, a room full of pictures of actors to wait a minute, now arriving ... xx. There comes a time sensitive, and is like calling a woman who was to accompany me. I will not use the name she gave me (which is not yours, probably), but that I can not use a name that could match that of a pupil of Mrs. Rius. If I say his name was Lucia, Luisa, or moon, could give a chance that there trabajase Lucia, Luisa or a moon. So call the lovely lady who saw me Cleo.

And why Cleo? By Cléo de Merode, which put the photo. Physically not like the lady who accompanied me, but has the same air of sweetness and good girl. Then it turns out that Cleo de Merode was very bloody lover Leopold of Belgium, as well as King of the Belgians, was the owner (personal capacity) of the ex-Belgian Congo, where he managed to kill 10 million people in a few years. But that takes us away from our Cleo, who arrived a few minutes.

We do more than a brief presentation, Ms. Rius asks us if we want to take things at my nerves I squeeze the throat, so declined the invitation, Cleo too, and spent two to a room. Not too big, I must say, a bed, sofa tiny, closet with mirrors ...

As I am very Linnet, Cleo tells me: I take off my clothes, I left the shower, then shower her, and as we get comfortable.

I bare it costs me nothing, I feel nude is not a matter that I cut any, she takes off her blouse and pants and underwear stays on. Nice underwear, black. I'm not very frufrus fetishist, but I found it elegant.

I looked at the body of Cleo ... How is Cleo? Cleo is young, not a child, nor is anything childish. She is a woman. Looking for Cleo de Merode photo on the Internet I found a photo of a statue "" Femme Mordue pair a serpent "who is in Paris, the Musée d'Orsay and represents exactly the breasts and waist of Cleo. The woman in the statue on the other hand is more cellulite on the buttocks of what is Cleo, who has a hard ass as the leg of a rider. Or more.

But at that time had not yet touched and could not know

I shower first, when I leave she tells me to lie on the bed, to wait, and that "we will be calm."

I do not know if I'll be quiet, with that body of scandal closely, but enfin, if we will be to row the boat ...

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For urged , Phones at the end of post 1: Ms. Rius.

Well as I said yesterday , venal girls do not usually attend. Even being able to do (more than once I have taken clients with an emergency, and I simply left them there, and then went to pay. I would have stayed, and I eat well, presenting the bill both in the bill of costs .) And not by moral scruples, God knows I have few. But having neither need nor curiosity, for simply not going.

I do not understand a lot to people who do, or better said, did not understand until I read the book of Sra.Rius. The truth is that I leafed through it at the bookstore, and I thought I could not buy a book written by an illiterate. Call it, with all the letters, the author says that at the back is "a well-known journalist." Possible, their name sounds, but I doubt that a "prominent journalist" does not know the proper name before using the Don, and Don Luis, (in Catalan In Lluís), and before the name Mr. for example, Sr . Garcia. In Catalan the same. And put the Mr. before the name is cockney. Or Orson Welles writes well and Orson Wells.

But still, as the subject interested me, I bought the book. Not so much to learn about sexual hobbies Dali, Belmondo or Cela (and should not air them Madame, I believe that the "journalist" said that without these anecdotes the book was not going to sell), but because I believe that things tradition have either a brothel or a Patek Philippe, you have a concept, which is the "Excellence". Difficult to define because "Excellence" is not "quality", even in superlative degree. Excellence is a harmonic, which comes, of course quality, but is, above all, brand recognition, approval by the sector ...

And all that I have Ms. Rius, Barcelona. And so I know that things did plenty Dali in the (relative) shared intimacy.

And I found reading the book very informative, not so much the stories, if not the bottom ...

There are two concepts in the book, one to do the job, whether carrying a brothel, or have a bakery, or direct Repsol YPF, and that means keep accounts, manage staff, supported by the Authorities (no comment on whether another Madame who had worked for the author "did not give tips to the Police") and, above all, understanding customers. Be aware of what the market - many men of the province - announced in a systematic and homogeneous (you can change the line advertising), to give training to employees to the service provided is consistent, set a reasonable price ... there enough in the book for a second volume, business-oriented, but not only the business of brothels, but the overall approach is valid for any activity.

I must say that what worries me a little is their ignorance of new technologies. I worry that Google is not looking at any ads displayed his, and replaced it look for all these new spaces eco-zen-tantric, when a good brothel without further claims, without disguise enough. But it may now be precise men an excuse - learn to manage the orgasm, make sensory therapy, learn the secrets of the ancient Tibetan monks ... - and so, with our clear conscience, because we are in training, get laid. If Ms. Rius accept advice from a layman, I would recommend an update about it, especially the Blackberry executives no longer read newspapers. And I suppose that Ms. Rius not want to either be the brothel Imserso

The second concept is more interesting, because although he says, is lost in the litter, and that is the least we men in a brothel is sex, seek power.

Ninguneados at work, ignored at home, in a brothel the customer is the master, the lord who is listening, who is revered, who was laughing the jokes, who, snapping his fingers, the woman has in bed.

That is, it is power, not sex. And the Power, in this case, is not asking for things that debase women accompanying the gentleman, (and in any case says Ms. Rius, that at home things are done only if both client and supplier , agree) if not being listened attentively.

As I said above, I believe that Ms. Rius should write a book deeper, in cooperation with an economist, if possible MBA from Harvard, something like: "The paradigm of the bed" or "Make Under infidelity. " It would sell like hotcakes

So all I'm looking forward to meeting Ms. Rius. If I do (or rather, when it does), and I'll explain

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