The sin of the month August

Every month, I publish in my blog in this column something outrageous, something naughty and highly arousing that was whispered to me. Erotic phantasies that often exceed what you would confess to your best friend in strict confidence. Like the following immorality, for example:

In today's Sin, I report on a young lady who describes her very first escort date.
This is her story:

Lis had just turned 20, was in the middle of her studies in Barcelona, and somehow she had had this feeling for a while that normal student life wasn't enough for her. Parties, lectures, Tinder dates. Everything felt so trivial. And then she had this idea: high-class escort. Not primarily for the money, but because she felt that in this role she could live out everything she was never allowed to do otherwise. Elegance, power, seduction. She didn't tell anyone about it. But on the evening she was supposed to meet Luis, she spent hours in front of the mirror. A black dress, simple but elegant. Lipstick, which she never wore otherwise. And she realised how much she enjoyed her own nervousness.

Her first client was Luis, 48, a banker. Someone who was used to playing this role: the older, self-assured man. They met in a hotel near Passeig de Gràcia. As soon as he greeted her in the lobby, wearing his perfectly fitting grey suit and a reserved smile on his lips, she sensed that he knew exactly how he wanted to come across. Not intrusive, but rather controlled. During dinner, he talked almost exclusively about her. He asked about her studies, her favourite places in Barcelona, what she found attractive in men. And Lis found herself telling him things she would never tell anyone else. How much she enjoyed it when someone else set the pace. How curious she was about the world beyond ‘normal dates’. There was a spark between them that neither of them needed to name. He leaned forward slightly, brushing his fingers briefly over the back of her hand, as if just to test her attention. Lis immediately realised that he was only testing to see if it would make her nervous. But the opposite happened. Lis took a deep breath, sank deeper into her chair and was now completely in her element. Her breathing slowed, her gaze became calm and more intense. The way she moved became almost slow-motion-like. She really enjoyed her new double life. Any initial nervousness had completely disappeared.

When she later got into the lift with him, her heartbeat was steady but clearly perceptible to him. Luis hardly spoke. Only his gaze kept wandering over her, and she knew that this was no longer an ordinary evening. She gathered all her courage, turned to him so that they could now look each other in the eyes. Without thinking twice, she reached into his crotch with her right hand. To her surprise, she could already feel his bulging arousal. He tried so hard to maintain his composure in front of her, but her youthful charm left him no chance. Their first kiss in that lift confirmed everything they had both hoped for. The chemistry between them was 100% perfect. Lis skilfully massaged his aroused member. Luis let out a moan, which only gave Lis more confidence. Their tongues playfully circled each other. When they reached her floor, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, even in the hotel hallway. Luis pushed Lis against the wall, using his right foot to keep her wide-legged so he could reach between her legs with relish. He pushed her thong aside and slowly penetrated her with his fingers. Lis got goose bumps all over her body. Her nipples were hard with arousal. Luis pulled down one strap of her dress so he could nibble on her nipple. He moved his hand faster and deeper into Lis - she pressed her pelvis against him even more.

‘Don't stop!’ she begged him in a quiet voice. He had no intention of stopping. She breathed faster and faster. He knew exactly what she wanted! Lis' cheeks turned red as she squirted there in the hotel corridor during her first escort date. Luis was the first man who had ever managed to do this. For a brief moment, she didn't know whether to be happy or ashamed. Her emotions overwhelmed her. As if Luis could read her expression, he kissed her gently, adjusted the strap of her dress and whispered in her ear: ‘The best is yet to come.’

PS: if you encounter an immorality, feel free to confess it in this column! It can also just be a short confession, or maybe you wish to share a sinful sight? I also publish erotic photos or drawings here.

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