Hedonistic Highs

Town. Shops. Internet cafés. With a new woman. She speaks Portuguese, I don’t. Not one word. Her second language is Italian. Mine: English. So we can’t talk about a lot of things.
But the communication is excellent ... non-verbal: She looks at me, she smiles. I look at her, and I like the expression in her eyes. I see ease. And shyness. And secrets. Little things. Like my tongue caressing her white breasts. My hands exploring her armpits. My kisses on her eyes and her forehead. There is a bond, indubitably, a better bond than with a lot of women I have known for years and had deep discussions with.
There is magic in the air.
I study her features while she reads her mails. And I think of her warm, willing softness. Her gentle cooperation. Her generosity. Her wisdom.
And I quietly thank my maker for his generosity.

Today I read in my paper: Frau Nationalrätin Blabla thinks all men should be detained for life, if they do blabla.
And I thank my maker again for his generosity. For keeping bitter old cunts out of my sight.

Another new woman. Unbelievably skinny and gorgeous. 28 but better than many a 16. Sublime sex.
And then she says: “You are the nicest client I have ever met.” And I think she meant it.

Okay, erudition isn’t her strongest point. Grammar means nothing to her. She writes “mec” instead of “make” or “spik” for “speak” and shit like that. (Kind of hurts.) But – she lies on my carpet, looking ravishing, and talks to her sister on the phone and gives me a nudge that says: come. And she lets me play and splash my sperm on her firm young bosom.
And I think – if I can still think – that a discussion on morphophonemics wouldn’t have been half as exciting as this moment.

A TV courtroom. A disgusting old wife – way beyond anything – screaming at her husband: “In unserem Ehebett! Du Schwein!”
So I ring Mary immediately and tell her what an angel she is. And that I am happy.

Oh my god! Is Moldavia this beautiful? Tiny shimmering white breasts, skinny legs, narrow hips, immaculate skin. Warmth and friendliness and femininity. Modesty. Manners. Style. Contagious smiles. And brightness and ambition. A phrase book with entries in three different foreign languages!
She wants to become a lawyer later on. (Baby, if I was your examiner, that viva voce wouldn’t worry you a bit.)
And I am thinking of our puritanical Swiss women, those frigid filthy cunts who treat men like me as dirt. Those stupid harassment suers. Those restraining order freaks. Those “all-men-are-animals”-ideologues.
And I swear to God that I won’t even look at these spoilt, demanding, haughty frankensteins in future.
And, once again, I thank my maker for his generosity. For giving me these pleasures. For showing me the light. For giving me the wisdom to make the right choices.

God, I love my life! Licking young pussies is strenuous – but when I am tired, Mary feeds me real well. Yummy stuff. So I can lick more young pussies.

Two gemini are trying to make me happy! Goddamn, this is good. I am happy. Facials, talks, tenderness – government terror will not even get close to me. Does that bug you, snitches and stoolies?

I don’t believe this – THREE orgasms in one day (within nine hours, to be exact)! With two different young women, 21 and 24! (Together they are 11 years younger than I am!)
I am proud of myself. This is better than the Nobel prize.

Sometimes you get a lot more from a pros than the standard repertoire. And every pros is different. One gives you a condom before she shakes your hand; the next one treats you like a long-missed lover.
That latter type I encountered a little while ago: a slim, sexy Russian who I thought wasn’t going to be any different than the Russians I had met previously (proud and blasé).
Boy was I wrong!
When I started licking her nice clean pussy, she stopped me and said that she had to have my dick in her mouth to feel perfect!
That I had never heard before!
But I shoved it in as I was told – and, my god, I was in heaven right away. She licked it with her tongue, chewed it with her teeth, massaged it with her gum. I was almost afraid of losing the damn thing.
While she was doing that she fingered her clitoris and had a whopping peak.
That was a hedonistic high par excellence.

I thought my sex life was great. Now I have to say: It’s far-out!
My most recent visitor, A. from the Dominican Republic, showed me a few new things that are simply out of this world. I mention them here to encourage other men to ask themselves, if their partners give them maximum pleasure.
Normally women prefer vaginal sex as that feels great – for them. They think penises are live vibrators whose batteries never run out. If they do more, they consider it foreplay.
Not my A.!
She started by licking my balls, nice and slow, and worked her way up to the tip of my dick, kissing and biting it – and the balls – with passion and dedication.
That felt gorgeous already.
Then she put my dick deep in her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. With passion and dedication. This gave me a mighty erection and brought me to the verge of an explosive ejaculation.
So I got up and sat on her beautiful small breasts and got ready to splash my sperm into her mouth.
But, to my surprise, she continued to lick my balls, my ass and my entire spermatic cord.
It was bliss.
The most intense feeling of sexual ecstasy I have ever experienced.