Ayo Sue

As I looked at the open sea I felt an uncontrollable urge to move towards it. Suddenly there was a flash of light; I instantly reacted by shielding my eyes. Then it was gone and I gingerly opened my eyes. I found myself standing below deck in the galley of a schooner. I was wearing a silk slip which was smooth and soft to my touch. Taking a peek inside I saw that I was wearing a matching

Rigby & Peller’s bra and knickers. Very sexy I thought. 

I opened the fridge, no need for a girl to go hungry, who knew when I might get a chance to eat next. Inside was a beautifully laid out platter of lobster and crab meat. I took a taste; this was some of the finest crab I had tasted. I was sure the lobster was too. I was half expecting him to have some

Kobe beef. I was right he did. Whoever this person was it was someone of great refinement. Someone of distinction. Having had my fill I decided to go up onto the deck. I was immediately greeted with a cloudless blue sky and warm, satisfying sunshine. The sun beat down with an almost searing heat yet it seemed as if this day had been made in heaven. The waters were a clear blue crystal and just off in the distance I could see the white sands of a secluded beach. Where was I Mustique? Wherever I was was certainly a mystery but not one I was inclined to solve.

On the deck there was a luxurious deck towel laid down, it seemed to be calling my name and I was certainly up to listening to it. By the side was a large ice bucket containing Beluga caviar and a bottle of champagne. Boerl & Kroff, this man had taste. I let my slip fall to the floor, it occurred to me that I might be better wearing a bikini, but then I thought maybe he preferred me to be in my lingerie. And besides I looked good, smokin’ in fact, there would be no complaints.

I laid back on the towel it felt soft and luxurious, put on my Coco Chanel sunglasses to shield my eyes. The heat was becoming over powering, I reached in and took an ice cube, it was just right, not too cold as to burn, but melting slowly as I held it in my palm. I stroked the ice cube around my neck at let the liquid seep through my fingers. It spread like tributaries of a great river seemingly knowing automatically where they were heading. It flowed down my chest and my bosoms heaved with the sensation drawn to the apex of my bosom and finally reaching its destination, my god my nipples were so hard and erect. I ventured down with my hand slowly circling my nipples with the ice cube. My bra came off and I felt an instant urge to caress and taste them, so alive so sensitive to the touch it sent shivers down my body. Gently I teased my hand down still caressing my body with the ice cube until it met the trim of panties. I felt an uncontrollable urge to carry on; I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. My hand slipped inside my panties teasing myself with the ice cube.

The liquid from the ice merged with mine, I felt my body quiver with delight, and my panties came off.

I lay completely naked on the deck, the sun beating down and my senses on overload. I looked up raised my sunglasses as there stood before me a man, clearly a man of distinction. He had pleasing smile which we exchanged. Though I was naked I felt completely at ease, he had laid on all this and it had certainly pleased me and I would please him. Together we would be riding on cloud nine.

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 Ayo Sue

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 I got sent this today,thought I should share. 

(1) - Going straight for the naughty bits. You’ve got to be sensitive to the fact that a woman is more likely to be irritated than aroused when a man dives for her breast and vulva after a few minutes’ perfunctory kissing. While you might get to feel the goods, you’re not going to be invited back.

(2)- Not knowing how to kiss sensitively Passionate or sensitive, firm or gentle, good kissing is an art form which lubricates the wheels of sex and gets everyone in the mood for more intimacy. Learn how to kiss, and do it well. That doesn’t mean sticking your tongue in her mouth and wiggling it around like you’re trying to floss her teeth.

(4)- Not stroking and caressing her A woman’s second biggest sex organ is her skin. (The first is her mind.) You can make your touch on any part of her body into a sexy caress, but you have to focus on what you’re doing and put some sexual energy into your fingers while you caress her. That means not thinking about the baseball game while you’re giving her a sensuous massage.

(5)- Locking onto her nipples like a suckling child Yes, we know it’s fun for you. To her it just feels like she’s got a teething infant hanging off her breast. Lick and kiss around her whole breast before you go for the nipple, then flick your tongue gently across the nipple and around the areolae. If she likes what you’re doing, you’ll know by her moans of pleasure.

(6)- Assuming that sex means a relationship. The only relationship you have is that she has now stuck her cha-cha in your hoo-hoo dilly.That’s as far as it goes unless otherwise noted.

(7)- Trying to get your fingers in her underwear before she’s ready This is the mark of a gauche teenage lover who wants to get to fourth base just so he feels more accomplished as a lover. Take your time, let things evolve naturally, and apply a little sensuous touch on the fabric covering her vulva before you dive under the elastic. The hint of what’s to come is often more erotic than diving straight in there.

(8)- Expecting her to figure out what you like by what noise you make. Use your words. Have you ever actually heard what you sound like while you’re having sex? If you heard yourself on tape, and someone asked you to explain what was causing you to make that noise, 67% of men would respond with answers like “I stubbed my toe” “I ran up the steps” or “I was putting up drywall”.

(9)- Being too afraid to guide your partner’s hand when she’s touching you. Don’t like the way she’s doing it? Gently take her hand and show her how you like it.

(10)- Not coming at all - or losing your erection when you put the condom on If you’re one of that rarer breed of men who has trouble coming during intercourse, may we respectfully suggest you see a sexual therapist? You can then deal with this problem, learn to come more quickly, and avoid giving her a numb vagina and an intimate knowledge of the exact shade of color you painted your bedroom ceiling. If you’re one of the many men who lose their erection when the condom comes out of its foil wrapper and onto the head of your penis, it’s back to Google for a search on, astonishingly enough, “losing erection when putting on a condom”.

TO BE CONTINUED………

helpful me? yes ;))) x

Ayo sue -London courtesan

http://www.ayo-sue.co.uk

ayo-sue@hotmail.com

Ciao, Bella. Come un raggio di sole hai illuminato la mia vita. Ti adoro Signor Sassi. Translated it means hello beautiful like a ray of light you have brightened my life Signor Sassi. Well perhaps that may sound a little over the top, but Signor Sassi is one of those restaurants that just simply invoke the Italian in you.

With typical Italian aplomb the restaurant is filled with little nooks and crannies that whilst make it a tad on the cramped style, is nevertheless perfect for a romantic assignation. A favourite haunt of the rich and famous as depicted by the numerous photographs on the wall, a little gauche but not insincere. The place is similar to Scalini Resturant.

It has a charming atmosphere. It can be a little noisy due to the snug nature of its seating arrangements, but that really only adds to its character.  The waiters are friendly and are more than willing to engage and enjoy in the fun, or fade away when two lovers are likely to share a strand of pasta, resulting in their sweet caress. Or is that a Disney cartoon?

Don’t come to an Italian restaurant if you don’t like pasta because at Signor Sassi the pasta is a revelation. So good it’s to die for. The wine list however, well let’s just say the food needs to be this good as the wine list is somewhat lacking in what you might expect from such an iconic restaurant.

Signor Sassi is one of those restaurants that if you haven’t been to then where have you been. Just round the corner from Harrods you can’t fail to be entranced by its charms. This really is the iconic Italian restaurant that delivers on just about every level. It’s a must for every gourmand and romantic cavalier alike, Signor Sassi speaks Italian chic and fine food in volumes. A place for amore vietato.

Grazie Mille! x

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