July 09 Competiton

[Westsidex]

Disclaimer........Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. The characters and events are fictitious, more or less.......


Escort(s): Magnificent JoAnna

Author: Lovelyladiesarelovely

Join Date: I couldn't get a date, that's why I'm here
Message Board Usergroup: Beginner
Message Board Posts: A few but I deleted them
Reviews: 1

Type: Female Escort
Location: Almost made it to the bed
Incall or Outcall: Outside in the garden when I called her first but then moved inside
Time / Date: After school/to excited to remember
Duration: I'd rather not say
Cost: Including bus fare???


It was my first punt……… in fact, to be honest, it was my first time……….
I tried once before but got caught in a hail of bullets and legged it, luck I'm a fast runner due to a healthy diet.......
Magnificent JoAnna was very gentle with me and made the whole experience so much quicker…….. I mean easier….. I thought she might laugh at me when I got undressed , but in fact she was very kind and complimented me on my body. She said she would love to have arms as slender as mine……. It put me at ease as I ogled her slender, toned, tanned frame……..Then she asked me if I’d like to take a shower but I assured her I had already washed my arse at home, my mother is very particular about that kind of thing, and now she even trusts me enough to do it on my own, but she still checks now and again, ever since that time I got hit by a bus, had to go to hospital with a nasty head injury and I had a few skid marks on my Y fronts. She was very embarrassed about it, I tried to tell her they were clean that morning and I may have had a little accident when I saw the bus coming for me just before impact… Sorry, there I was just starting to talk about sex and thinking of my mother straight away……….
Anyway…….. I don’t want to go into the details of my encounter with Magnificent JoAnna, but suffice to say she will always own a part of me. She said I was such a little pet. She was wonderful and even gave me a discount based on the time spent doing “you know what“…. I was very appreciative……… I had enough for the bus home, saved me a walk, or the embarrassment of having to phone my sister for another ride if it happened to still be wet…… I mean it was raining earlier that night……

Is this bit about me???......... ok then..........

Favourites Enjoyed: Looking and touching....... and I touched her too
Accuracy of Photos: I didn't take any, I didn't know I was allowed
Incall Location: Hallway and bedroom...... briefly
Physical Appearance: I think I'm handsome
Service Provided: I can do a little plumbing
Value for Money: Yes I think I am
Overall Satisfaction I haven't any complaints yet...... but this was my first time
Would You Recommend? Yes, I'm brillant
Would You See Again?: Every morning in the mirror

Congrats Luther,
Westside.

[Wamba]

Escort(s): Tangerine

Author: EndaMulderrig
Reviews: 1

Type: Female Escort
Location: Ireland
Incall or Outcall: Incall
Time / Date: Some Time Ago
Duration: 16 Minutes
Cost: 200

I recently had occasion to spend some time in the city, where, emboldened by the anonymity of the throng, and its scattered harem of pert teens, my path began to bend towards a shining building that I knew to reflect the see-sawing glitter of the river's steel. This place I understood to contain several young people of the female sex, willing to excite men to orgasm for a negotiable sum. Thoughts of haggling did not distract me during my walk however - I always pay what's asked, and deplore the possibility of making a scene. The life of contemplation, which, your humble servant tries to maintain, has no space for tawdry toing and froing, or, for that matter, any unadvantageous casual conversation, banter, or pleasantries. As an artist I was concerned more with creating and defending the conditions necessary for the production of beauty: these being like a mountain undergoing the strip-mining of sexual urges. I have longed to sit for dusty hours in my narrow rectangular room bent over heavy yellow tomes, and take my place among persons of letters, but such yearnings are with frustrating frequency counter yearned successfully by my stiflingly erect penis. I practice surrender then, as a means of escape.
It was with such thoughts that a spring enlivened my quinquagenarian step, as I reached the appointed place. It was certainly not difficult to find - nor had it been the first, second, or third times I had visited. As I waited to be admitted, I suddenly wondered if it wouldn't be possible to combine my purposes, and rather than thinking of my sexual and literary proclivities as competing, unite them in the writing of a reflection or review of my experience. I went on to wonder whether or not such an endeavour would degrade my pleasure, or my art, or knock out of kilter my contemplative life, by de-seperating the spheres of experience. Thus, during my apprehensions of failure, was I buzzed into the shallow light of the appartment block.
My tryst that day was arranged with a woman whom I had never met before - Tangerine. As I stepped into her room, and removed my clothes, I made conscious strain to embellish upon my imagination her unfamiliar visage. The skin organ, which concealed the contents of Tangerine's flesh, was in curiously pale contrast to the blood orange organ with which I intended to interlope her. Eighteen unspoiled years was the selling point of her internet profile. I had imagined her as an almost-ripe fruit hanging in the gentle-sun of a Tuscan morning: beyond the reach of meadow children; the aromatic object of a peasant families careful ardour. Standing between the window and I however, she is more of an orange flavoured ice lolly, but arousing nonetheless. She had something of the gamine, a princess waif, a confident boyarette, bluish shadows mark a gently protruding cavicle, soon to be compacted, as I thrust the mouth of her knee collared head. Mid-gavage, as Tangerine's upper digestive tract was engaged in preparation for filling, atoms of thoughts and nearly thoughts collided with increasing frenzy. I composed many fine sentences effortlessly, and with each rythmic and frictional engagement of foreskin the words tended further and further towards the sublime ... until my location in space became no longer confined to the room which contained my body. Words and neuron transmitters scuttled mockingly behind valance, headboard, locker, and skirting. The solar lentigo on my hand, holding tenderly Tangerine's throat, became blinding symbols of my sad age. And the voice of the great multitude was crying out, Hallelujah, like the sound of many waters, and coming on white horses, alongside arrayed by white clad armies spurring white horses: descending from the coital firmament, they swarm the glens and smatter the dales of my weary hand. Falling from their liver spot liveries: thunderous semen horses galloping towards oblivion in Tangerine's open mouth. Elevation crumbles. The white and blinding become whiter and more blinding, as I fall into the light, the rounded lustre of cocked buttocks.

[Wamba]

Dang, I thought the deadline was tonight.. Been working on it all day.

[Westsidex]

Dang, I thought the deadline was tonight.. Been working on it all day.

Sorry about that.Look if its any consolation we have another comp about E-I T - shirts going.So enter that and no cramming this time.

Westside.

[Westsidex]

lets make the deadline for all comps midnight on the last day of every month.

Westside.