By D. Imani Muhammad
The Sensual Collection E-book
12/31/2010
Why do I find myself in the damnest positions. I’m in the sixty-nine with this man’s tongue in my pussy sucking me so well that I had to stop a few times giving him head. I never had someone sit in and watch me fuck my client – especially a client’s woman. She had the look of enjoyment in her eyes as I sucked her man’s dick. I was enjoying her watching my damn self. She watching me sucking her man’s dick, and I’m getting off on this shit. I never felt so turned on having someone watch me. I think it could probably get a little addictive feeling this adrenaline rushing through me. The more excited I became the wetter I get, and the wetter I get the deeper this man was sucking and playing with my clit. I found his tongue in my pussy and would masturbate saying to him, “Fuck me! I need you to fuck me like it’s yours!”
I never had anyone to suck my pussy like that, and when he finished sucking and licking my pussy that was it. It was over. He got up, slapped me on the ass and said, “That was some good pussy”, and walked out the bedroom leaving me wanting more. Didn’t he hear me say fuck me or did he think this shit was sexual banter? My pussy is throbbing and I needed the dick fucking me right about now. His woman is still sitting in the room watching me with this perplexed looked on my face, and says, “Did you expect him to really fuck you?” “Well, yeah I kind of did. That’s fucked up how he left me!” “Sweetheart that’s my job. I understand his needs and I have no problems with it as long as I’m present, and I can fuck her too.” She approaches the bed and I have to admit she was beautiful. If I were a man I would be loving to get with that all the time. She climbed in the bed and massages my back. Got damn it felt good, and then she kisses it. I’m nervous as hell, but I can’t show it. I can tell this one would feed off that. Rule number one, never show your client emotional weakness. “I don’t fuck women.” “You have already been paid for, so I don’t think you have a say in the matter.” “Well, if that’s the case I’m fucking you like I want to fuck you.” She pulled off her blue silk dress to reveal her naked body. Her beautiful smooth coco brown skin, her breasts were firm, hips wide, ass medium sized, but round. I found myself sucking gently on her nipples and caressing her back and her ass. I flicker my tongue over her nipples and sucked her breast. “I need you in the starfish position darling. Your man left my pussy throbbing and I need to fuck.” My left leg over her right, my right leg under her left and our pussies touched and I began to grind, and she does too. Oh, how I wish I could actually fuck her pussy. Our excitement rising and I go in for her breast again. When we came we were like two uncontrollable animals, moaning, grabbing, and grinding on one another. I hope she enjoyed that because it was the last time I would fuck a woman. I do envy the man that does, because fucking her was enjoyable.
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2/11/2011
I don’t have the most glamorous or admired profession in the world, but it pays. It pays beautifully. I’m not saying that this is a life style to shot for because its not. It wasn’t one that I was shooting for or even thought about having. So, I guess your wondering how I entered this world of ‘sex and sin’. I actually got into this because of a guy that I was dating while I was in college. He didn’t get me into it. I am an engineering major and college is very expensive and I did not want to ask my parents for the money so I decided to find a way to earn the money myself. Robert, the guy I was dating, was the son of rich parents and he invited me to a party back in July. The people I met, all were not pretentious fucks like I thought they might be, but in the course of this party I met a lot of people who could get me in the field of Engineering once I graduated. I kept in touch with a lot of people that I met through Robert, even though he and I grew apart our last year of high school. It broke my heart. People thought we were going to go to the same college and one day get married, but it didn’t turn out that way.
I got a Pell Grant and two scholarships both for five hundred dollars, to help me out with school, plus I was working at a very upscale boutique. Things were good for a while. I was living near campus in a small apartment within walking distance. The ‘sex and sin’ part didn’t come in until I met Dan. Dan was a gorgeous man that stood 6’2”, tan skin, athlete build, and his hair was always cut close to his head. He was intelligent, with a sense of humor, beautiful light brown eyes, and a smile that would melt any woman, that’s if the eyes didn’t get you first. Getting to know him he was an absolute sweetheart, but he was not one, I would come to find out later that would settle down and claim one woman in his life. I envy the woman that can make him ‘settle’. Dan and I dated in two thousand and ten for about nine months, and it was genuinely a beautiful nine months of getting to know him and being with him, but the one thing that Dan did a lot while we were dating was after having sex he would leave four hundred dollars on the night stand. He would always stay for a while and then leave sometime during the night. I asked him why he did that, and his answer was always because he was helping me out with school. Dan leaving money all time after we had sex was too much for me. It never sat right with me until one day he told me that he did it because I was such a “good lay”, and that we were friends but we were friends with benefits, he was benefiting from me and in return he benefited me by paying me four hundred dollars every time we had sex. The other word he used was that I was “fuckable.” Fucked my world up with that comment. That hurt me so much that I no longer spoke to him after that.
Still had my job at the boutique but my hours were being cut which means that the good money I was making was also being downsized and that shit hurt. I could no longer do it on the salary that I was making, so I had to find a way to help subsidize my income back to what I was used too. I was accustomed to the money I was getting and living a certain way. With the money I was living in a Loft now, and loving my freedom. It was Dan that would give me my first taste of money for sex, but it was me who started to pimp me out. I considered myself a high price ho. An escort to men with money. You couldn’t dish out to me four hundred or more, and then I wanted nothing to do with you. I knew exactly where to find my clientele. I was introduced to the rich in two thousand and nine, so I knew where to find them. My friends never found out what I did, and I damn sure made it a priority that my parents didn’t find out what I did. No one would ever know because no one who personally knew me hung out where the rich hung out, so I was good to go. I first would start with a name change. I was no longer Sheryl Conway, I was Divine. Divine Mitchell.
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2/12/2011
The thing about selling me out is that I get to work the schedule that I want to work. I have no one to report too, and I don’t have to share what I get with anybody. I still work my job and I go to school. My two worlds do not collide and I made sure that they never do. My clients are one world and my personal life is another. Clients never get real information about who I am. I even have a fake id made up with the name Divine Mitchell. All my friends know when I do work my ‘high end’ job is that I’m going out on a date with a guy. We all have codes we use in case something is not going quite right.
I use to hear when I was in high school, then again my first year of college that if a woman wanted to feel comfortable with her self-esteem, then she should work in a strip club at least for a night because it is there that she can get in touch with her feminine self. I would always think you know what yaw full of shit with that. But now I kind of understand what they meant by that. Here you have a bunch of men looking at you like eye candy, and for that moment in time you are the object of their desire. You are there to make them feel good, but in the same sense because you do make them feel this way it is boosting your self-esteem as a woman, because you are using what the lord gave you and men are naturally attracted to that, if they love and appreciate women. Soon your self-esteem is boosting and you walking around here like the bad bitch you naturally are. Every woman on this earth is a bad bitch, most just don’t tap into her because they were made to feel like being feminine and having the self-esteem of being a woman is wrong. It’s not wrong. I’m not even discussing what I do anymore. It’s about feeling like a woman whether you have a man in your life or not. Nothing should take us out of having our self-esteem and feeling feminine and sexy as hell all the damn time. We need to stop punishing ourselves for wanting to feel sexy even for our damn self. My rant is now over.
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