An Erotic Story by an Escort from Paradise

Here’s an erotic story from one of the escorts…

“I was wearing nothing but a little pink cotton blouse that subtly hugged my breasts… I paired it with a short Lycra skirt that showed off my slim, shapely legs.”

Underneath, just a pair of tiny panties made of soft pink silk… I wanted to be as irresistible as a strawberry-and-cream candy—mmm… life is so sweet when you feel it right between your legs… don’t you think??

Now I know!!! I feel like a privileged escort… Welcome to life through my vulva…

I introduced myself, and he quickly took my hand and said, “Stay—I don’t want to meet anyone else.”

I stroked him and said, “Wait… I’ll be right back…”

We’re in the Dante Suite. I love the mirror on its canopy and the pale pink color of the decor.

He took my hand and nibbled on my ear… he hugged me, lifting me up onto his waist to whisper something in my ear…

I thought I was crazy. A nervous, mischievous smile spread across my face… as I said to myself:

“You know I like you, that I want you… and that there’s nothing I can deny you”… that’s when I whispered to him that I’d put him to the test. He positioned me in front of him and told me he wanted me to notice the bulge in his pants and that he liked using that kind of obscene, crude language.

The way he took me turned me on. His gaze told me he wanted more than just sex, so I suggested we play a role-playing game and act out the fantasy of me dressing up as a maid.

He told me he wanted me to be whatever I wanted to be… so that’s what I did… I got dressed and became his most helpful valet, his ideal companion.

In a tantalizing and provocative way, I set out to seduce him without letting him finish… and he devoured me with his gaze…

There came a time when all it took was our glances… our gestures and our reactions… to communicate with each other…

I noticed his massive erection… little moans of pleasure escaped my throat… and I confess that even though I’m not usually the loud type, that seasoned man certainly had me wrapped around his finger… who on earth taught that devil how to lick like that? I wanted to scream with pleasure over and over again until I lost my voice!!!

I could feel his tongue making its way inside me… until I finally collapsed, exhausted, into his arms. He caressed my breasts gently yet firmly, playing with my nipples. Another little moan escaped my throat, which he silenced by pulling his lips away from my breasts and sliding his tongue into my mouth.

The dry whispers, muffled by their kisses… ended in an unexpected moan when she straddled me and penetrated me with her member… riding me for quite some time in different positions…

I loved catching his gaze in the ceiling mirror while he fucked me and rode me nonstop at intervals…sometimes more intense, sometimes gentler… while we’d take little breaks to suck him off and get even more turned on… and he’d reposition me and we’d keep going “over and over”…

I wanted to give myself completely to that feeling of being consumed by pleasure… I wanted to be silent and scream at the same time… when I felt myself getting wet and reaching climax, and seconds later he came too… those moans… it was a delight for the senses… What a wild desire!!

You have no idea how long I remembered his skin, his scent… his hunger for me… for a woman…

I hope to see it again someday—or maybe not… but one thing I know for sure… it was so magical that I’m afraid of ruining the feeling of having been in paradise…