Saying it all. . .

Lila is a tall, stunning blonde with a pervasive air of innocence and society about her. I would expect to meet a woman like her at a charity brunch or other philanthropic function. Instead, she is sitting in my livingroom drinking coffee and talking to me about becoming a prostitute. 

She has been considering taking this path for most of her life, but really feels like the time has arrived. She talked to me of tarot readings and meditation that all pointed her in this direction.  She spoke of her visit to see an escort two weeks before the birth of her child simply to experience the kind of loving connection she couldn’t get from the man in her life. She was so beautifully spiritual and giving even in just discussing her hopes that I just wanted to hug her and not let go. What a shining soul!

But as we were talking, I felt a bit of despair. I hoped that the business wouldn’t hurt her heart. While it is probable that she would reach the point where she had a nice group of gentlemen regulars,  it would require kissing a lot of toads. And though her hope was to work with special needs individuals and women, I just didn’t know if that market was going to be large enough to meet her needs. Luckily, she came to me. At the very least, I could warn her about the pitfalls and be there to hold her when it got to be too much.

I sent her home with a required reading list and a laptop to borrow until she could get hers repaired. And was feeling the enormity of the mentor role for the first time in my life.  I had to protect her. I had to help. If she was set on this path, I wanted it to be as positive an experience for her as it has been for me.

The next morning, I met a prospective client for coffee.  I was somewhat surprised when Stephen walked up and introduced himself. His shirt proclaimed “I’m not gay, but my boyfriend is”.  My curiousity was piqued to say the least.

I quickly learned that he wasn’t seeking my services for himself. Stephen was in the awkward position of seeking a female companion for his good friend James.  The difficulty lay in the fact that James is severely physically disabled. Stephen was sure that he had been given an impossible quest. Even one bad experience would be devestating for James. He had to find the perfect woman for the job.  I was impressed that he would show such care for the well-being of his friend. The second time I’ve talked about sex for the disabled in two days? Sounds like a message. . .hmmm.

So, I sit listening to Stephen wax poetic on the type of woman needed. . .polished, lovely, firm and in charge, yet fully loving and supportive of exploration and growth. And as he’s speaking, my mind is dancing and goosebumps cover my arms.  Even the physical description fits. What a perfect match!

When I contact Lila later to see if she would be interested in meeting with Stephen to discuss the possiblity. Her reply email came so quickly that it left skid marks in my inbox.

 ”this really gives me Goddess bumps

i can’t imagine a finer thing to do than to meet this man and explore. 

How lucky i am to have you here right now.

In wonderment

Lila”

Blessed Be! After talking to each of them, I just know that they are looking for each other. And I was lucky enough to be an instrument of their meeting.  Stephen and Lila will meet. And they will work together to help James explore his sexuality in any way that he can. And I have the feeling that Lila may have just found the niche she was hoping for.

I’m sitting in the shade on a pleasantly hot afternoon. The condensation on my glass of whiskey is making a small puddle on the glass top of the bar that Dani and her man Bart have set up on their patio. It’s a birthday barbeque for me and Dani.  I’m surrounded by the people who know me best. My chosen family. Each and every one of them knows my secrets and would protect me with all that they have.  They know that my work takes so much out of me, in spirit and love and energy. They know I’ve been feeling a bit of care-giver burnout.  And every one of them is making sure I simply enjoy myself for a change.   I’m in the most comfortable space I can imagine.

But we’ve been drinking for hours now. The sun is starting to sink, and I’m feeling the heat and liquor. I ask Dani if I can lay down for just a bit. She leads me into her bedroom and pulls back the covers while I strip off my pants. I climb between the cool sheets and she tucks me in and places a sweet kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll come wake you in just a bit.” she says, as she’s walking to the door.  But as she opens the door, there stand Lia and Jane. These two are my partners in crime. And though Dani offers to shoo them away, I tell her to go ahead and let them in.  My girls are always welcome.

They come to the bed, one on each side, and stroke my hair and face, kiss my fingers, ask me if I’m feeling ok. I assure them that I’m just laying down for a bit. Recharging.  A look passes between them. A sly smile. They peel the covers down to my waist and encourage me to let them take my tank and bra. “To make you more comfortable”.  And they are right. I’m more comfy without them. Especially when Jane runs her hands up from my bellybutton to gently stroke my breasts. They are such dolls. Being soothing, kind, loving. And I’m feeling like the most loved being on Earth. 

After just a moment, Lia and Dani leave me to Jane’s tender care and go back to the party. I’m thinking she is going to just tuck me back in and send me off to a lovely nap. But that isn’t the case. It’s isn’t long before Lia and Dani are back with company. They’ve brought Bart, Olivia and Steve, and Carl.  

Now, at this point, instinct kicks in and I reach down to pull the covers up. While every one of them has seen me naked before, being the only naked person in a room with 7 other people can be a bit uncomfortable. I’m feeling exposed. And vulnerable. But Lia and Jane won’t let me pull the covers up. They each gently take an arm and pull me back down on the bed.

“It’s ok, sweetheart, we’re here” Lia says as she leans down to press her raspberry lips to mine. I look up, switching my glance from one to the other. Then I scan the faces in the room.  Olivia and Steve have their arms around each other and are smiling wickedly at me. Carl’s face is a mixture of concern and excitement. Dani is holding Bart’s hand.  And they both look fiercely protective.  And Dani says the magic words. . .

“Lola, honey. Say the word and I kick them all out. Nothing bad will happen.”

I could have sent them away. I could have refused the gift. But as I lay there looking up at the people around me, I realize that not one of them would ever disrespect me, much less hurt me.  So, I lay back, relax, and just let them take charge.

Lia and Jane each take a seat beside me and continued to stroke my hair and face, occasionally straying to caress my torso and shoulders. Olivia steps up to the foot of the bed and pulls all the covers off onto the floor to expose  me completely.  She hooks her thumbs under the tiny strings on my hips and pulls my black thong down my legs. She spreads her blonde curls over me, her forehead on my pelvis so her warm breath washes over my pussy. She teases me with it. Alternating between that warm wash of air and cool streams, stroking me as though her breath were fingers dancing over my labia.  It is maddening. And wonderful. I can’t help myself, my hips twitch, aching for her to touch me.

That one little movement seems to be the signal. Suddenly, almost ravenously,  she pushes her tongue into my folds and takes a long lick. And everyone in the room descends on me like a flight of angels. Dani is the only one who does not join in. She stands in the background, watching, hovering, ready to eject anyone who makes a wrong move.  Safely in the arms of my dearest friends, I surrender the last of my cares and let them take me away.

They touch me, they stroke my thighs. Six pairs of hands dance over my body leaving bliss in their tracks. Mouths on my breasts, nibbles on my hipbones, gentle pinching for my nipples.  Other heads and hands replace Olivia’s.  And kisses. . .a hundred kisses.

It isn’t long before my hips are a foot off the bed, my back is arched and my panting and small moans fill the room.  Jane, who understands my hunger better than anyone, brings me a cock to suck. . .I think it is Steve kneeling there by my head.  But by this time, my senses are so overwhelmed that it could be any of the men present. What is important is that there isn’t a single thing I could desire that they will not bring me.  Carl, Olivia and Bart are at the foot of the bed taking turns licking and sucking and nibbling at my pretty pansy while Lia and Jane dance attendance at my breasts.  Lia pours her Cape Cod over me and starts a frenzy of licking.  Again and again, she pours drinks over me for everyone to lick.

At that moment, Dani yells “Stop!” and the entire group freezes. We all look up at her in concern; a tableau of debauchery just waiting for her to tell us what is wrong. She sways her sweet ass up to the bed, puts one knee next to my hip, and declares “That is mine!” before leaning in to slurp the puddle out of my bellybutton.

For a full hour, my friends shower me with love, liquor and pleasure.   And as they leave the room later, each one kisses me tenderly and wishes me a Happy Birthday.  

I’m used to being the giver. I’m accustomed to taking care of everyone around me. I have never in my life been showered with that much unadulterated acceptance and love. For one hour, I was the client.  And as I tell this story now, I’m getting misty just thinking about them and the most beautiful, loving birthday gift ever.