with no intention to sound racist or essentialist in any way, i've always found black men to have a primitively sexual appeal. there's just this constant irresistible urge to experience the touch of a bronze-toned, muscled man. so, even though brian's price is a little too hard on the pocket (relatively, of course: compared to the many other men in pr's escort section), i just had to book him. we agreed to be together for four hours (i had originally asked for three, but he was gracious enough to lend an extra hour even before we met), but he ended up staying in my room for six. ;)
meeting escorts has been quite a a ritual for me: he enters the room, we greet each other, we eat, we talk about each other, we try to get as comfortable as we can with each other, we go to bed, we begin touching each other, then sex.
but brian was different. he enters the door. i immediately see the hotness of what hides behind his gray muscle shirt. i lead him to the table where my pre-ordered food for him waits. but he holds my hand mid-way and he draws me towards him. the appeal of such act is oddly satisfying: it is almost as though he is [so naturally] playing the role of lover and he demands that you get intimate with him immediately. he places your hands on his shoulders, he embraces you and drowns you in his very male strength. his hands rest on your buttocks and you and your desire have no choice but to melt at the sensuality of the moment. you immediately consent to his role-playing suggestion. you are his beloved. the preciousness of the moment is emphasized when he begins to kiss you, in little hunger-inducing smacks, on the lips, on the cheeks, on the neck. and then you eat together. and then he tells stories. and then he asked to be told stories. and then dinner is finished. and then he holds you hand and rubs it ever so softly the way lovers do. so that when he finally tells you, in a very low vocal register without the slightest flinch of his eye, "hey, let's go to bed," you are sure to release probably the most amount of pre-cum you'll ever release in your life even before he begins to undress you moments later.
he kisses so passionately and he knows the parts of your body he will touch. he is a very sensitive and intuitive man. he gives the most convincing "boyfriend experience". and what makes everything even more pleasurable is the way he loves talking while you get on with it. he teases you with his words--he tells stories to catch you at an awkward situation, and then leaves you hanging so he can enjoy your reaction. sometimes he even asks you questions and then suddenly does something really, really naughty while you are in the middle of your reply. he knew my nipples were very sensitive, for instance. so, he asked me a work-related question while we cuddled. then, out of the blue, while i answered his question, his face moved towards my chest. and before i could properly react to such act, he was sticking out his tongue--the tip of which gently probing the smallest particle of my erect nipple's tip while he locked eyes with me, apparently enjoying my sudden inability to continue what i was saying because of the sudden surge of pleasure he was giving me.
it's these little things that turn brian into one of the best escorts i have ever hired to date. yes, you'll probably have only one round. or two. or three. depending on the price, the offer, the agreement. but his ways of arousing your desire while you spend time together is LIMITLESS. a round of sex ends but his being a lover doesn't, while you are in bed. he demands that your bodies touch each other all the time. he wants you to rest your head on his armpit. he cuddles you like he loves you dearly. he plays with your weak spots. the only time your cock will become flaccid is when he actually leaves the room. but while he is there, expect your desire to burn relentlessly. and he is there to listen to, and further fuel, your every shameless moan and your every perverted request.
it may be interesting to note that we spent the night together less than a day before new year's eve. so all the explosion that was expected of the new year celebrations occurred in advance for me, dear folks.
book him. you won't regret it. ;)
brian, my dear, dear honey, do you still remember me? ;)
- victoria court, room 74.
