This was my fourth meeting with Kav and I’d asked for an early morning session at my hotel, starting at 8am. This was about a couple of weeks ago.
I got up at 7 to get out the dosh and buy some fags (vaping is only partly effective) and was in the mood for some pretty dirty sex. I know what porn Kav likes, so the plan in my head was for me to be watching it when she arrives, she gets down on her hands and knees and comes over to me on all fours while I’m wanking to the porn, and takes me down her throat…And we take it from there. So I get the video cued: Sasha Grey and Holly somebody in an FFM.
However, you know, the best laid plans…
Kav arrives and it’s lovely to see her. A blue, short, zip-up-the-front dress. And after about TWO minutes we’re in the bathroom with our tongues down each others’ throats. (One of these days I’ll learn some self-discipline.) In short order we’re on the bed and kissing, I’m fingering her, the zip is tugged down and I’m sucking on those tits, nipples immediately hardening. It’s one of those do-everything-at-once moments. Kav is very good at deep throating and I’m in a I-want-to-fuck-your-mouth-everywhichway moods.We do a 69 and I’m licking her clit as well as rimming her while folding my legs over her head to force her face down fully on my cock. Then I get both her arms behind her back and hold them there while I feed her my cock as roughly as I can. I’m in that kind of mood. It’s very reassuring to know, from her pussy, that she’s enjoying this as much as I am. So fuck caution, and fuck fucking, actually: Kav kneels on the bed and I stand over her. I tell her I need to spunk in her mouth and she’s more than agreeable to that. So she holds her head back for me to do so, followed very quickly by, in Kav’s own words, “a gallon” of hot spunk shot in jet after jet into her pretty, open, waiting mouth.
“Jesus that’s the most porny you’ve ever been,” says Kav.
“You ok with it?”
“Sure. Just like you’ve never been quite like that before.”
Maybe it’s the company I’ve been keeping lately. Who knows.
So we settle on the bed for some down time. And this is part two. I’m really spent, so we spend a really long time, maybe 45 minutes, shooting the breeze. Catching up on what’s been going on. And , weirdly, I’ve now become Mr. Vanilla: gently touching, kissing. Which Kav remarks on. So we talk about the ebb-and-flow nature of sexuality (mine) how sometimes it’s like this, then it’s the opposite. Which makes me hard to read, apparently. Kav is sitting on me wrapped in the duvet. We’re basically married. Talking in bed, as Larkin has it.
Kav rolls over and we go into what we both agree, after, is the best part of the session. We fall in love with each other. Kav says I’m handsome, which just shows how love distorts reality. We’re kissing really really affectionately, holding and stroking each other. I’m getting hard again, bit by bit, and we wrap around each other more closely, gently gyrating our bodies against each other. We’re just doing what we both want to do: very relaxed, sensual, sexually communing and playing. We do want to fuck, but we both know that putting the condom on will spoil the moment, which it sort of does, but we have to, and roll over for some very nice, but-not-quite-the-same missionary. I’m about 75% hard, so it’s the opposite of porny now.
So to part 3.
I remember I have the porn waiting, so bring over the ipad. Kav arranges herself on my leg so she can wank herself against it (+ with her hand) as she loves cumming to porn. There’s some comedy moments as the video refuses to load and freezes, but it’s very hot to have Kav say how hot it is watching two prime porn babes make out together. As indeed it is. I hold the ipad in front of my face and peer over the top to put her off her stroke, which it does, so I’m ordered to put it back where we can both watch it. It is a FUCKING hot video, and I’m now properly hard: alternately I’m wanking and Kav is going down on me, quasi-comically peering to the side to watch the video at the same time. And – more material for the therapist – I’m aware that watching Sasha and Holly devouring a porn cock is hornier than having a real-life babe actually do it to me in real life. But what the hell, I’m hard as a rod and, with Kav open-mouthed over the end of my cock and with me switching between that sight and Sasha and Holly slurping all over a drainpipe one on the screen, I shoot a second load over Kav’s face. She licks it appreciatively up.
So, a full session. We had: porny actual sex, love, and porn actual. We both agreed, as I say, that the love bit was the best.
Time’s up so we go for some breakfast nearby. Hold hands over the table. We’re both ourselves. So she can tell me, as I’ve been told a zillion times before, that I over-think things. And I can say well that’s just me I’m afraid. If I had the money, I say, we’d go for a weekend to Paris or something. And that’s exactly what it feels like: like we’re on holiday. Kav really enjoys escorting because of moments like this: good company, good sex, good chat. We’re both agreed that this wouldn’t be half so much fun if we were in an actual relationship. It’s illicit, naughty and (if you leave the money out of it…) a beautiful kind of free space. I’d happily pay £250 for a nice holiday, certainly, but you wouldn’t necessarily get the great sex or the great company. And you’d have to visit fucking boring castles and things like that. So it seems like money very well spent to me. So I’ll be around in the punting bubble for some time yet, I guess. Uncle Sweetheart’s holidays.
I can’t do a link to Kav’s profile because it’s down at the moment on AW, but she’s still a member here on UKP (Petite Kav) so if anyone’s interested, drop her a line. You won’t regret it.
