Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Twirling. . .

I know I have been absent for a while, my friend.  I’ve just had so much going on in my head and in my life.  Let me explain.

Here’s the conversation that most clearly illustrates where my internal dilemmas started. . .

Recently, I was sitting with my favorite client; a lovely lady we’ll call May. We’re drinking margaritas, sitting in the sun and chatting.  And she looks at me and says “I admire you.  Everything you have, you’ve earned for yourself. No matter what you have to do, you make it on your own. I can’t say that. . .and it makes me envy you.”

I am honored that May sees me that way. I work hard to present that image. And since my divorce, I can honestly say that I have asked for help only reluctantly and very rarely.  But that one statement made me start taking stock of exactly what I have made for myself.

As I look back, I have to marvel at my luck. I must have been born under a particularly fortunate celestial configuration.  Life has always just come to me.  I’ve never had to reach or strive for anything.  Jobs, men, good health, vitality, good times. They have all been just happy little treasures that were placed, wrapped in pretty bows, in front of me.  I tripped and twirled my way through my world just taking what was placed in front of me. Until this time, I’ve just seen this as a happy side-effect of my butterfly life.  Payback for the positivity I make a concerted effort to putting out. I made 20 people feel good today so naturally the universe returns my love by letting the doctor tell me that I need MORE cholesterol in my diet.


So, I’ve gotten older, and I’m just grappling with the reality that I have spent a large portion of my existence letting life happen to me. I simply unwrapped the presents with the least complicated knots and coasted along. I can look back on it now and bemoan the fact that I’ve lost track of where I was headed. But I can’t go back and be a different woman than I was at 24. I obviously took this path for a reason and it has been a path filled with wonderful experiences. 


But as I look at my thickening middle and the permanent dark circles under my eyes. . .as I occasionally ponder the fact that I take money from lonely men who should have this level of passion every day of their lives. . .as I sit sipping margaritas with May and hear her say that she admires what I’ve built. . .I wonder if I’ve really built anything. I’ve never tested myself. I’ve never stretched out my arms, pulled in that almost unreachable package and set to work on untying the complicated bow.


I have to love my path. I’m too far down it to turn back now.  But I’m thinking now that it is time to walk this path with some purpose to my step.  So, I’m reaching out for that present.  I’m going back to the sunlit side of the street and applying for a job in a whole new arena.  I will be posting my retirement from the world of sex-workers very soon.  There are a few truly wonderful people that I have met, and will continue to visit with.  But I’ll be taking the red light down.  It’s time to see what I really can do. . .

Thanks for reading.

~Lola

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

Meetings

So. . .I’m sorry I haven’t written a blog in a bit. I promised a very lovely lady and wonderful gentleman that I would tell the story of the first time we were all in the same room together. . .you see, both John and Katy read my work. . .

Let me make introductions. . .

Friends, meet Katy. . .a stunning little red-headed mama. . .she shares my vocation. . .bills herself as an all natural mama body. . .I don’t know about your reality, but my mama never looked so good. Thank heavens! Katy is just lovely. . .she is one of those wonderous earth mother types. . .

And John. . .John is a lovely gentleman in need of a little loving. . .he has been an email friend of Katy’s for a while, but they had never actually met in person. I met John through Katy. . .she referred him to me when she and John couldn’t make their schedules mesh.  He’s a tall, dark stranger kind of guy. . .very sweet and intelligent and a wonderfully enthusiastic lover. . .

We planned a day for me to introduce the two of them and have a bit of fun. . .and John arrived right on time to find a matched pair of petite goddesses, one redhead and one blonde, dressed exactly as he’d asked and smiling sweetly with their arms around each other. . .

We started out well with John watching us undress each other. . .pulling off blouses and tiny thongs. . .and turning to undress him. . .the pulse of Katy’s cd player’s latin beat accompanied us to the bed. . .

these situations are delicate. . .when a gentleman is paying for time with two women, the girls feel more constraint than they normally would. . .is this a gentleman who likes to see girl on girl action? Or is his fantasy to be smothered in the love of two sensuous, lovely ladies, the center of the show?  It’s a delicate dance.  So Katy and I erred on the side of caution and concentrated our attention on him. . .we stole caresses and licking kisses. . .we are, neither of us, saints, after all. . .but we concentrated primarily on John and his pleasure. 

We took turns licking and sucking. . .and at one point. . .when we were sliding our mouths down opposite sides of John’s lovely cock. . .we were nose to nose, chin to chin. . .John was moaning, attracting our attention, and we opened our eyes and looked at each other. . .that brief moment of sisterhood, connection, passion. . .I don’t know that I’ve felt anything quite like that heat before. . .

John asked for a taste of Katy’s lovely little mousetrap. . .so she climbed up to straddle his face. . .for almost an hour we were a tangle of bodies and mouths and hands. I have a wonderful memory of the sweetness of holding Katy’s back to my chest while we both rode John. . .stroking her curves, cupping her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples just to feel her arch her back and push herself closer to John’s hungry mouth. . .ah, what a day!

Turns out, John was a bit disappointed that he didn’t get to see the girl on girl action. . .and Katy and I are sure there is a lot more we would have liked to experience. . .but now that we’ve talked and we know that we all want the same thing. . .three people sharing as much touching, licking, sucking and loving interaction as we can. . .we definitely won’t be so cautious the next time! 

Thanks for going on that walk down Pretty Memory Lane with me. . .

Sweet dreams. . .
Lola

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