LIKE AN OLD FRIEND

I met with the delightful creature that is Miss Lilly Watson recently. It seemed like it had been ages since we had been together, and I had missed her soft, sweet smile. I’d missed a lot of other things about her too.

She was just as I remembered her. Beautiful, warm, fantastically affectionate and adventurously kinky.

I can’t find a better way to express how she was with me than the tweet I sent just after she left.

Well @MissLillyWatson
* greeted me like she was returning to a long distance lover
* let me spank her like she was MY submissive
* made love to me like I was the stud she’d been looking for
* said goodbye to me like she was leaving her best friend

Special lady that. #sexwork

— Bibulous One (@BibulousOne) November 1, 2018

Perhaps that tweet is one for the cynics. “She’s a sex worker”: they’ll say; “making you feel like that is her job.” And so it is, but I don’t care. I’m always more than happy to bask in her affections for an hour or two and if that morphs into hot spanky sex, I’m more than happy to bask in that too.

“I’ve missed you,” she said when she arrived.

“I think you’re handsome,” she said later as we shared a glass of Champagne.

I’m long past feeling the need to torture myself by questioning the truth of these assertions. I’m an old man having a bit of a hard time on a number of fronts and this was what I needed; to wrap my arms around her, have her lean against me and believe, for our short time together, that she was mine.

As I tweeted later:

A meeting with an escort can be so much more than transactional intercourse, the scratching of an itch. It can be cathartic and renewing, a reminder that, in a messed up world, it is possible for something to be beautiful and pure

I had bought her an item of clothing that was so fabulous it now has its own Sinful Sunday post.

Here’s an image of me spanking her over it with a leather strap.

“Isn’t that mean, when she was being so nice to you,” I hear you say. My answer to that is that if she didn’t want to be spanked with it, she wouldn’t have brought the strap with her and wouldn’t have put it into my hand.

That’s what I like about Lilly. Butter wouldn’t melt one minute; kinky little sex pot the next.

She’s bloody delicious.

Go on, then – for reading this far I’m going to reward you with a GIF.

You’re welcome!