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Well as I said in the post analysis of August:

I leave the blog, or at least leave the daily discipline of writing. Do not close it, still missing a few posts, but if you relax the discipline, and no longer write with shirt and tie, but no shorts under the umbrella

And, indeed, stop putting money in the account Addwords, Google (not that he should put a lot, but 10 euros a week would fall), stop writing every day and something came down the influx. But remained! I went from 200 to 150 daily visits and, instead, increased the average number of pages read. That means people on page Addwords fell by chance (clicking on the name on my page drop enough Ichthyologists and some other aquarists), saw little fish would learn with me, and went as they had arrived.

And yet, in August, or visitors have any more time, more warmth, or are you most interested in what I say. There is no such visit that stays on the page which has fallen. Many Andais of Herod to Pilate, I meteis French in the hallway, you are a while in bed with Cleo or you go down to the beach to see topless sun. And just if you are male, I caught an untimely erection, or if you are women, you read something about the primary male sexuality that makes you smile. Well, enjoy it with health, and live, two days!

And indeed, this month I had the second record in the history of the blog. The record is 262, and one day this month reached 244, not counting any of the two cases, spiders, robots, and these bugs.

I think it's because of the interest awakened by the Priligy one hand, many people fall here looking for (in fact it is the most searched word among those who come here, displacing others such as corridor and Burmese), and Ms. Rius by the other.

That so many people look Priligy is logical. Many others must seek and do not fall on my site. Instead, Ms. Rius seek and find it, it is more difficult, I myself look on Google and found nothing but only references to his book.

So, as there are many people who read the six chapters one after the other (or one above the other, there is nothing on your tastes), and the blog has come looking for " Mrs. Rius phone " by putting the number decided to award phone. The truth is that perhaps ought to ask permission, but I suppose that, being rather complimentary as I say it, and, above all, being the number in several newspapers every day, do not do no wrong.

And eye! that if the deal had not been good, although much safer then that would put their phone.

Conclusions? that talking about sex does not matter much, we must talk about things known, giving a look sicaliptico, so I put in the tag title as "Workers' Statute," and certainly get even more visitors.

I will tell you next month as it has worked, how many people come looking for the "Workers' Statute," and prefers estarse a while me and my ghosts.

And as you have done well, I have a photo-novel "Photos and Multimedia" and I left without a password.

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

comes from the previous post: e pilogo with Cleo

Photos of artists are dedicated to Mrs. Rius and his cabinet.

The photo of Marilyn gets a reference to the room in which I lay with Cleo.

Well I had already finished with Cleo, or rather, Cleo had finished me

It was time to say goodbye and closing. So Cleo had not first found the coast is clear, and led me through the apartment next door to talk to Mrs. Rius herself in mortal flesh. It is true that he had seen before, but at that time the emergency was different.
So now freshly showered, relaxed, and with a smile from ear to ear and went to greet him pay. I asked first if I liked the girl, which I thanked him, I said yes, and told him that reading the book made me want to know.

He said that while he was working, and maybe we stopped, if he could talk for a moment. And I did happen to a parlor full of books, a personal photo, and there we talked like two friends.

The phone rang a few times, listened to talk, and saw her as a teacher. From the outset, without asking names, I knew he was talking, joking and alternated really was driving the other party with an iron fist in velvet glove ... Zico man (here the name of the person, this is invented), do not ask me this, I have it on vacation! if I have another, not as spectacular, a little plump, but I like it, you see, is very affectionate and puts interest. Furthermore (and here the coup de grace by Ms. Rius) I think is a little needy.

We continued talking, the phone again. But Joshua (Joshua is hope that no customer, if it is, is not it), that's what you have to tell me more time!, I can not improvisarte this!. But hey, call me a couple of hours and tell you something.

And another, this unknown. No sir, no, here I have no girls of color. Here is mainly Catalan, you see, if you want to come, as it does not detract. The truth is that ever had any, but they are fickle, here today, gone tomorrow. Here is serious girls, not professional, not holy, that will make you a good time with national staff, we must all work to raise the country.

And so ... the truth is that all three calls, one was that if, though he was not the girl Zico (and Mrs. Rius also told me that he liked that a customer should ask always the same girl that would lead problems for the Lord and for the girl), we could change the girl. Anyone who wanted a specialty that did not know which is probably also was that if I am sure that Ms. Rius would know to fix, and finally, seeking bold, because if I was not convinced that a Montse, or Nuria would make him one the same effect.

Conclusions .... ¿I return? because I believe that in my Mrs. Rius have a client, probably rare, but of course, true. That's like the English Court, it may not be the cheapest, certainly not the best, but it is consistent quality. There is no deceit, no cheating, no cardboard. You know what is going to find a stable quality, boys are not particularly needed, no money, or sex, and who try to pass the time as pleasant as possible for the client. And if possible, for them.

But it is important to detail, and are not people who do this out of necessity, or business, but because it enables them, as the French say, "mettre un peu dans les épinards of beurre" put some butter on the spinach.

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The photos do not have much to do with the post, or with Cleo, who is brown, but they are of a girl that I love.

with Cleo keep doing what we do in these cases.

As they say in Chile, she "made him harder." And is not seen as a negative assessment, she was making all efforts, too and we were having nice though ...

Should I say I was having a fine?

As I say, I was having a good.

Not so much for what she did (except when I scratch his back), for what I did, crossing the skin. I loved his touch.

And if, when touched with a certain insistence that his body also seemed to respond. At least one of the (several ) Times you had an orgasm, I thought it was possible that this time she had arrived. It can be a pompous male thinking (I am). Again, other times not say that she also had not had an orgasm, I'm saying is that this time was different, cut, as it were, by a different pattern. Fewer words, less "oh yes, baby, drill more, there, ahh," and if instead more action, better response from your body.

But again, it's not a criticism of the simulation

In this case, and in this situation, unknown body, time controlled, is more than justified. So the lord is going home happy, which is the main purpose.

But as you know by my other posts "simulation as an act of love ", I think, be bad if the simulation is a custom, in some case in point is good, is fair and necessary.

If that is true, as I said above, that at least one of the times, she caressed me, I caressed her, and that his body tensed and stretched full length, folded his hands pinning her legs , and remained so motionless, and then curled up (I love that word) in my arms, asking me not to touch ...

So we were very happy Cleo and me, caressing, (more I her she to me, and that's by choice, she felt a bit false, I think, because I felt I should be me and not her honored But I is that I like as well. I like to caress the body, walking, giving kisses ... must be that I'm half girl.

But the truth is that I wanted the moment lasted, and I knew if we spent a to big words, it would end sooner than expected (this time there was Priligy to save him), because between the softness of her body, and the viscosity of lubricant, as we pusiesemos to it, would last half a minute. The truth is I'm a bad lover, but a customer easy, because I just the slightest hint, one touching a little support, I believe that with a mischievous look suffice to have an orgasm. And so was I at that time.

Since I was about, and felt the need to end, time passed, I told Cleo that said the same, already touched, reached under the pillow and put me a condom, pull tube back and introduced me to it. His body was hard and fibrous on the outside was like inside, how wet was facilitated my body slide on yours, imprisoning me so that I saw two movements would not resist. And I wanted that time and stopped. I suggested a change of position, returning to missionary life. But the truth is that there either, feeling her breasts as the statue of the first post, and imprisoning my body, I decided it was my day (I had not done so with a mistress with whom he was to "look good", although if he had not achieved) and let me go. And I let go, those launched in the lower abdomen, the ball of fire in the pelvis, the fire of the pulsations of my body, the strain on his ... she said nothing while, so grateful, I really like comments like: well, now, give him all I want your cum, I seem artificial. Do not bother me, but I'm distracted.

Was the orgasm of my life? No, I think that's what we need to know more my body, which sometimes takes me close to orgasm and that can only be achieved with practice.

Probably the orgasms of my life have been the second or even third, when the urge is not the desire. This was the first, there was more time to try another day ... time for more?

continue with the very same Sra.Rius

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

Explain what my dabbling with Cleo ?

First, it is difficult to enter and kill, without prior task. In general, as I explained in other posts, is known to person, be intimate, it is practiced - by both sides - the art of seduction, one goes 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 have not.

Or, the great discovery, swingers clubs. Everyone there will be as it goes. When I go into meetings, I know you get wet. I'll be screwed or not, which is what I have fun, but if you touch, caress, any cause will achieve orgasm, discover the body of others before you know it is called the person who let me share your body and your pleasure.

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

I noticed that Cleo, forward, left under his pillow two condoms, and a mysterious vial. I think for me, as the Brazilians say that we are more than a condom. I'm a little angry because a few years ago would have missed a rather , But that's what you get. Nor is it a reason to complain if one has always maintained that sex is more enjoyable scratching the back, we will not get close to an orgasm now more or less.

Cleo touch skin, which I love. There are soft as peach skin, and rough skin like melons. Cleo's skin is Peachy, say, a word that is almost onomatopoeic, Peachy, mellow, sweet. There hides and skins, as there are pubic hairs and pubic hair. I have not ever seen written, nor Casanova, Sade or even their style and their fans did not pay much for such speculations, even at Corin Tellado and Anne Rice, but the pubic hair is known about social class of the person. I like a smooth silky felpudito the back of Platero. Well I also like the punk and gritty felpudito which whisker Civil Guard, but less. For 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 I do like the skin of Cleo.

To break the ice we hugged, we look, we kiss, and began to stroke. I love these opening moments, with its share of shyness and nerve simultaneously. I told him if he did something he did not like me comment on it. I think I thanked him. He asked if there was anything I particularly like, I replied that I was very classic, and that is what I liked to cuddle and caress me. I said it too, as his hand was shameless in my body and encouraging the body to notice it.

We still embrace the truth is that I loved the feel of his skin, touching her breasts notice mine, caressing her buttocks, (now imagine the twins as they should be a Tour rider, I've never touched), I had able to spend so the afternoon.

I think she noticed, because I think I should take the initiative (or 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 before the next two! condoms. There I learned what it was: a lubricant. Logic on the other. Login so, sack, without much preliminary, well ... and she did not know what would I want my body was in perfect magazine, ready for attack, ready for penetration, but that does not mean my absolute urgency.

So she, well greased with lubricant, and while his mouth took my front, left to reach the back of my hands. The truth is that the lubricant passing greasy fingers and feel them excited. And while the lubricant is tube, you forget quickly. I touched, caressed, a couple of groans and "if you love, a little above, not within, above, ahi, ahi, ahi, ah, ah, aaahhhh" .... all in less than 20 seconds, an orgasm. I wonder. The truth is, as you know, my little grasshopper, I consider the simulation as a form of (good) education. Mind you, do not say that simulated Cleo, I have no idea, I'd rather not investigate these cases anyway, just say it was, this ¿orgasm? a bit premature.

If you 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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go to next chapter: epilogue to Cleo

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chapter comes from above

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 her. He replied that no problem, she was always there, and when he wanted to call her and talk. I told him not only that, but I'd also like to meet some of their girls. Then came the questioning, joking and really, all mixed by telephone. It seemed to me easier to talk to her first home, and she selected Miss. But at home of Mrs. Rius no girls, she calls them by phone. Therefore, it must be, as physicians "to agreed times."

She asks, hears the client's tastes - which is soon to be friend - and according to them and availability call one or the other girl.

I said that I put into his hands, he had no special taste, but nothing she asked me informed 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 she was put an animation that I could break my). Give him half an hour to locate it.

And indeed, on the half hour I was in the apartment of Mrs. Rius, a room full of pictures of actors to wait a minute, now arrived ... 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 can match that of a pupil of Mrs. Rius. If I named Lucia, Luisa, or Moon, could give a chance to work there Lucia, Luisa or a moon. So call the lovely lady who served me Cleo.

And why Cleo? By Cleo de Merode, which put the picture. Physically not like the lady who accompanied me, but it has the same air of sweetness and good girl. Then it turns out that Cleo de Merode was very bloodthirsty 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 if we want to take something, my nerves throat oppress me, so I declined the invitation, Cleo too, and spent two to a room. Not very big, I must say, a bed, a tiny sofa, a wardrobe with mirrors ...

As a nerd I am very, Cleo tells me: I take off my clothes, I left the shower, then shower it, and I'll get comfortable.

I was naked, so it costs me nothing, I feel nudist is an issue that cut me none, she removes her blouse and pants and underwear stays. Beautiful lingerie, black. I'm not very frufrus fetishist, but I found it elegant.

Cleo looked at the body ... And how is Cleo? Cleo is young, not a girl, nor is anything childish. She is a woman. Looking for Cleo de Merode photo on the Internet found the photograph 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 instead of the statue is more cellulite on the buttocks of what is Cleo, who has a hard ass as a rider's leg. 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, waiting, and "be quiet".

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

link to post the following: with cleo

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

Well as I said yesterday , ladies do not usually attend venal. 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 because of moral scruples, God knows I have few. But having neither need nor curiosity, because simply not going.

I do not understand a lot of people who do, or better said, did not understand until I read the book Sra.Rius. The truth is that I browsed in 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." It is possible, his name sounds, but I doubt that a "prominent journalist" does not know the name before using the Don, and Don Luis, (in Catalan In Lluís), and before the name Mr. for example, Sr . Garcia. And in Catalan as well. And to put Mr. before the name is cockney. Or that Orson Welles is written like this and not Orson Wells.

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

And all this is what Ms. Rius, Barcelona. And so I know plenty of things to Dalian in the (relative) shared intimacy.

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

There are two concepts in the book, one to do the job well, whether carrying a brothel, or have a bakery, or direct Repsol YPF, implying bookkeeping, personnel management, rely on 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 consistent (you can change the line advertising), to give training to employees so that the service is consistent, set a reasonable price ... there enough in the book for a second volume, business-oriented, but not only the business of the bordellos, but the overall approach is valid for any activity.

I must say that what worries me a little is his ignorance of new technologies. I worry that searching on Google does not appear any announcement of his, and replaced it look for all these new spaces eco-zen-tantric, when a good house appointments, no more pretense, no costume is enough. But perhaps now we need a excuse men - learn how to manage an orgasm, do sensory therapy, learning about ancient secrets of Tibetan monks ... - and so, with our clear conscience because we are in training, get laid. If Mrs. Rius accept a tip from a layman, I would recommend an update about it, especially the Blackberry executives no longer read newspapers. And I suppose Mrs. Rius not want to be either Imserso brothel

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

No work, ignored at home in a brothel client is the master, the lord who listens, who is revered, who was laughing the jokes, who, snapping his fingers, is a woman in bed.

That is, about power, not sex. And the Power, in this case, is not to ask for things that debase the woman who accompanied the gentleman, (and in any case says Ms. Rius, in his house only do things if both client and provider , 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, an 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 Mrs. Rius. If I do (or rather, when it does), and I'll explain

link to post: knowing cleo

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Well in my town Mrs. Rius is an institution. It is a matchmaker, matchmaker, trotaconventos. It is, put it plainly, the madam of a brothel.

I make a clarification of entry. I was wrong to write this. Not the former, if the latter. What Ms. Rius manages not a brothel, and I explain at the end of this post. Now I continue with the post as it was, but ultimately this is an explanation.

Purists twisted "Trotaconventos" and "madame" is not exactly the same, the matchmaker retail jobs while Madame is a wholesaler, but in the end both do the same, providing a loving relationship.

Sure, if you pay for fuck can be called "love relationship".

But, since today we are purists, I would say that we all pay for fucking. If film, if dinner, if glass of wine, if hard, yes, yes, yes.

And besides that after the "if" may be "not" Oh, honey, I really like you, you're a great friend, do not go to ruin.

For that, the end is easier, and cheaper especially if you look fucking, paying only for that. It is a blow to our macho pride, but in the end, if you are looking for a good value for money, a lady of confidence provides quality at an affordable price, and certainly cheaper than a gift, dinner, disco, and apartment.

Because it is a foolish one side has organized an outlet in your town, has told a story tartar his wife to spend the night out (charity, we have a convention in Honolulu, or have been summoned to an intensive techniques Sales this weekend, no phone). And then you're in a hotel in your own town, (that if, in another neighborhood that never go to a relative, another day will be a post with the golden rules for adulterers), at three o'clock, half hungover, and becoming a manuela because friend has decided he does not want to ruin a friendship so pretty.

But as always, I get distracted ... in my case, the truth has always been more macho pride in the common sense, and I preferred to sleep alone to pay for fucking. We must say that overall I had a lover, sometimes loving heart, sometimes lovers bed, which need not exist. And when it existed, was a massage at the end of the street, faster, cheaper and comes with a skin hydrated.

So I've only gone twice whores in my life. The first birth shortly after my son, before having my first lover, when I realized that from the overnight there had been a coup at home and the king of the house and it was not me, was the attacker who rocked in the cradle next to the marriage bed, and another when I started to make some money in South Africa and wanted to give me the pleasure of sleeping with a woman's flag, a woman he could not sleep dreaming own merits.

But I must make a clarification. Because I wrote the above before I met Mrs. Rius, and your business. I thought it was a brothel as in the movies, and is not that at all. Not a place where girls like in a Western Saloon, and when it reaches the client, the madame called "Girls to the living room."

No, Ms. Rius is a dating agency, the "escorts" as it is called now. With a difference, and she also puts the local (or rather, rooms) available to customers. That is, is not exactly escort agency, nor is it a brothel. It is a mix

link to the second chapter, a lesson in business practice

For the curious, and urged (which many you arrive to this blog googling "Mrs. Rius phone"), here are, newly hatched, warm, my agenda:

934 301 946

934 396 393

I do not work for her, even charging commission, but it amused me comment, if you arrive to talk to her, where have you found your phone