ONE BEDROOM BROWNSTONE PARLOR FLOOR"

sat. Feb 9 NYC 11:37pm

I spent Thursday night FRANTICALLY BROWSING AIR BNB FOR THE PERFECT APARTMENT FOR MY WEEK long STAY in New york city. I PUT A BID ON ONE studio unit IN TIMES SQUARE, AND AFTER I HIT “COMPLETE TRANSACTION FOR $1300” I Cringed IN DISSAPOINTMENT. I DON’T WANT TO STAY IN TIMES SQUARE. I WANT TO STAY IN TY’S APARTMENT IN UNION SQUARE. THE ROCKER’S ABODE, THE ONE BEDROOM BROWNSTONE WITH STYLE AND CLASS with 14 FOOT CEILINGS. I SEE HIS avatar PICTURE POSTED, AND HE’S HOT. FOR SOME unknown REASON I AM MEANT TO MEET THIS MAN BEHIND THE PHOTO.

WE EXCHANGE EMAILS BACK AND FORTH, AND HE REALLY WANTS ME TO take his apartment. Little did I know is that Ty wanted me to STAY WITH HIM. NOT IN HIS PLACE BUT WITH HIM. I EXPLAIN MY SITUATION, THAT I NEED the apartment to myself. He thinks that we can share his one bedroom apartment for one week! UHHH Not what I had in mind. I CANCELled MY TIME’S SQUARE BOOKING, A VERY CONVENIENT AND CHEAP DEAL AT THAT! I RISK EVERYTHING FOR BEAUTY…FOR Intrigue, FOR ADVENTURE, FOR DESIRE. IT’S 2AM THURSDAY NIGHT AND I GO TO BED THINKING IVE NAILED THE PLACE. NOT SO.

I AWoKE AT 10AM TO A TEXT FROM TY

“I NEED MY PLACE FOR THE WEEK, BUT YOU CAN STAY WITH ME.”

“I DON’T THINK THAT’S GOING TO WORK LOVE. I DON’T WANT TO INCONVENIENCE YOU.”

THE CONVERSATION GETS A LITTLE FLIRTY, AND HE EXPRESSES INTERESST IN MY WORK.

“DO YOU DO MASSAGE?”

“SOMETHING LIKE THAT” I REPLY

“SENSUAL? J/K”

“ACTUALLY….”

“WILL YOU COME OVER AND GIVE ME A MASSAGE? I’M A HAIR STYLIST and I’LL CUT YOUR HAIR.”

I EXPLAIN THE WORTH OF MY WORK AND TELL HIM HE’LL HAVE TO GIVE ME EXTENSIONS FOR THE TRADE. I AM AN EXPERT AT WHAT I DO, AND GIVE MY ALL TO FRIENDS IN NEED. I TELL HIM I GIFT, OR TRADE WITH FRIENDS.

HE SENDS A FEW PICTURES of himself…HE’S MODEL HOT, has A CHIZZELD physique and a dark TAN, LONG HAIR AND A SLIGHTLY AGING FACE. I’M SURE MEN LIKE HIM WHO HAVE GOTTEN THROUGH LIFE ON THEIR BODY START TO FEEL A LITTLE DEPRESED WHEN THEIR FACE AGES, and THEIR SEXUAL STAMINA decreases. HE RECENTLY BROKE UP WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND OF THREE YEARS due to a lack of desire among other things. NONETHELESS he’s WORTH THE CAB RIDE ACROSS TOWN TO THE BROWNSTONE PARLOR.

It’s nearing 8pm and I’m packing up to see ty.  Sex toys, check. Rope, bondage gear, check. Yoga clothes for the next day, check. Absolute exhaustion, check!

I had just SEEn TWO CLIENTS THAT DAY WHICH BOOKED RIGHT AFTER MY New York (MARRIED) LOVER LEFT. HIS NAME IS STEVE. HE CAME TO MY APARTMENT TO BRING ME LUNCH AND GET ME OFF. DEFINTELY HAD ME HIGH FOR THE remainder of my DAY. THEN THE ‘CALLS’ CAME IN. I SEDUCED MY WAY THROUGH THE SESSIONS…NOW I’M USING MEN’S BELTS TO RESTRAIN THEM AND TEASE THEM…MORE ON THAT LATER…

SO AFTER HOURS OF MIND-BLOWING SEDUCTION WITH MY NY CLIENTELE, AND A FIVE HOUR ENERGY SHoT (I’M ABOSLUTELY EXAHUSTED, ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSE,) I MUSTER UP THE ENERGY TO GO DOWNTOWN TO MY AIR BNB parlor CONNECTION. Booted and coated up, I walk into the snowstorm that is having news casters shit their panties.

I GET OUT OF THE CAB, A BIT NERVOUS. TY WAS INSTRUCTED TO BUY ME ROSE OIL AND ANSWER THE DOOR IN HIS ROBE. He followed my directions.

After a hug hello, I proceed to his kitchen where he was smoking a joint. He offered me some and I accepted…and eventually wound up exceptionally stoned! I had to slam a beer to calm my nerves. We made small talk and got to know each other a little bit. I could tell that I wouldn’t be dominating him so much, that he needed tender love. I started with his hands across the table…he almost fell to his knees with pleasure; a hair stylist always needs a good hand massage. I know this is going to go well, we are already off to a good start. He is a perfect subject to my seduction…his body is most worship-able and he is in dire need of stress reduction. But more so his heart is requesting love, his spirit of rejuvenation and body of connection. These are a tantric dakini’s specialties.

We moved into his bedroom, which was exactly as pictured…guitars on the wall and a nice fluffy bed with red sheets.

He lays down, naked on his stomach. I keep my underwear on because I don’t want him to get any ideas that I’m going to fuck him. I begin my love ritual with his feet, applying firm pressure up the legs. I slide my body all the way up to the top of his neck. This is going to be fun. I thought I all but lost my art of sensual massage…I explained to him that I stopped doing it because I was doing it too much! But of course practice makes perfect and he was going to get the best massage I had to offer; Mind-blowing, soul altering and heart healing…again a dakini’s specialty.

My hands have never gripped flesh so hard.  I dig my thumbs into the stress in his neck while I grind my groins on his back. I breathe into his ear as I stretch his arms out. My entire body is doing a love dance over his, stretching, squeezing, sliding my feminine curves over his masculine structure. I think I even surprised myself with what I was doing with him. And of course his moans of appreciation propelled me forward to give him more and more of my erotic healing love.

Sometimes the backside has had it so good that the front of the body gets jealous. He turns himself over, I think somewhat prematurely as I’m thoroughly enjoying myself with his back-side.

I take my underwear off, not as an offering, but again as a seduction for him to see my porcelain naked body next to his bronze built frame. Again I begin at the feet, creating polarity with how far away his head is from mine. I’m naked but he cannot touch me. His cock is full, at least 8 inches of beautiful glory. I look upon it without a reaction…

I dig into the insteps of his tender feet, and take my time with each toe. I know how good it feels to have someone adore the feet we stand upon all day; it is Definitely one of the most underappreciated areas of the body. Moving up the legs slowly, I grip and pull the muscles along the quads, and swoop my palms underneath his hamstrings. By now my face is a millimeter away from his glorious cock, and I’m very careful as to not touch it. The charge of proximity is more thrilling than actual contact i find.

I slither and snake my way up his body, using my knees near his groins and side down the length of his frame. He’s writhing uncontrollably as his serpent power begins to awaken. I hold him in his gyrations of ecstasy, his entire body an expression of pleasure. his eyes roll back in his head as I slowly begin to stroke his manlineness. I bring him to an edge and cool off the flames of euphoria.

“Are you all mine?” I inquire. It’s extremely hot to me to have a man underneath my surrender.

“Yes mistress I am all yours!”

“good. Good boy. You’re all mine” i slowly introduce pain into his body, and bite the sides of his neck and ear until he screams. I want to see where his edge is. I get a little fiercer in my nature.

After riding numerous insane edges he absolutely explodes. It rains come. I’ve actually never quite experienced that before; come shooting up in the air only to be coming down like rain all over us. He’s screaming, writhing, coming, and squirting. I’m sure I’m laughing by now in celebration, surprise and satisfaction.

Mission complete; Just another day in the life of a love mistress.

The next day I receive a loving text from my brownstone apartment owner. I may not be staying in his apartment for the week, but there was a reason why the Universe brought us together! Later on he profusely thanks me, “It was awesome meeting up with you last night. I had a great time with you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the spiritual journey you took me on. I needed it more than you can imagine.”