Her Place: Three lay lines converge beneath Madam Becky's making it a Site of Special Sexual Interest. The paint on the door changes colour like a moonstone to denote the mood of the residents. Today it was reddish-brown.
Description: Carmella looked as tasty as a chocolate canoe - I wanted to lick her from bow to stern.
Comments: It was Monday and I was feeling environmentally friendly. I pulled on my Lycra cycling shorts & yellow vest and rode my mountain bike over to the parlour. When I walked through the door, the maid dragged me into the bedroom and gave me a kiss full on the lips. I wanted to carry her down to the Registry Office.
When Carmella strolled into the bedroom I was fiddling with the CD player. No matter what I tried I couldn't get it to play my Judy Garland compilation. I sang the chorus to Somewhere Over The Rainbow and then gave up - there were better things to do.
We started with a kiss and a grope in front of the mirror. She kissed my neck, licked my ears, and confided her secret desires - I was left in no doubt that she wanted my wang-dang-doodle inside her hoochie-coochie. We moved to the bed where she licked my scrotum and gave me a deep-throat blowjob. I could feel my bell-end bouncing off her backbone while her tongue was licking my shaft. After 10 minutes I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, so I thought about the World Cup and a crisis was averted.
We tried Cowgirl on the sofa, doggy up against the wall, and missionary on the bed. Kindly, she offered me a CIM finale. Using no hands, she sucked me until I gushed like a BP oil well. An orgasm that powerful is as rare as a pink tortoise.
As I was riding home I was suddenly overcome with euphoria. Showing an uncharacteristic disregard for the Highway Code, I pulled a wheelie down Midsummer Boulevard and punched the air.
