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14.4.08

A Sensual State of Mind



A Sensual State of Mind...

In DIARY OF A MAD ESCORT, Grace Barry, a.k.a, Ginger Berry, is a paid escort skilled in the art of pleasuring men.

But not herself.

Until Alex Winters comes along.

Through the power of aphrodisiacs, and the power of the human mind, Alex ignites a sensual flame in Grace that only his skilled hands can douse.

We’ve heard it time and again, that good sex starts in your mind, not in your genitals. But that’s easier said than done. The daily grind of our lives gets in the way. Our jobs, kids, other family members and responsibilities leave us precious little time for a bout of good love-making. So many times we just not in that ‘zone.’ We kiss our significant other good night (many times, it’s just a peck on the cheek), and trot off to bed, where sleep is our #1 priority. Without rest, we can’t face another day laden with stress…

But we can’t afford to let our sex lives go down the tubes, either, for that’s one of the greatest stress relievers I can think of. So you ask: How do I get back into that sensual zone? How can we ignite that sensual flame in ourselves? It’s there, it’s just turned on low – like the pilot light of a gas flame on a stove, we’ve turned it down…down…

Down.

So let’s rev it up, and take a few tips from Alex Winters, a man who’s skilled in the art of making love, not sex for sex’s sake, but true erotic pleasures. He’s taught Grace a few things, now let’s see what he can teach us:

- Good love-making is all in your mind. If you allow other thoughts to creep in, the act of making love won’t satisfy. Turn off the crazy jumble of thoughts in your head by imagining a switch on the wall. If you flip the switch up, your mind is on. Flip it down - your brain is off. See yourself walking over to that wall, placing your fingers on that switch. Turn it down, to the ‘off’ position. Shut your eyes and breath deep and think of only one thing: sensual pleasure.

- The ancients believed in the power of aphrodisiacs. While some people believe there is absolutely no truth that eating oysters or smelling certain scents can rev up your hormones, the idea of enjoying food and certain smells has merit. Check out http://chefedsaphrodisiacs.blogspot.com/ and read about the history and use of aphrodisiacs.

- We rush through our meals – grabbing lunch at our desks, wolfing down dinner… slow down. Enjoy one meal each day. Savor your food – enjoy a unique scent – whether it’s Tahitian vanilla or some other delightful aroma. If you’re sensitive to smells or have food allergies, then savor what you can – a meal shared with your favorite honey, eating foods that you can enjoy. Don’t rush through it. Pretend it’s your first date – get to know each other again.

- Massage. It’s great – works out all the kinks and it’s a sensual segway to some fantastic love-making. It’s gentle physical stimulation without being invasive. The power of touch can melt away lots of stress. Use a massage oil or lotion for the ultimate, sensual effect.
Use all five senses when you make love – touching, hearing, tasting, smelling, seeing. Don’t favor one over another. Pleasure comes when all five senses are satisfied.

- Try something new. We may have to be ‘in charge’ in our daily lives, but not in the bedroom. While your partner should respect your wishes and desires in the bedroom, don’t dictate every move. Open yourself up to fresh, new, erotic ideas. Look, don’t touch is a good one. Preen for your partner. Parade nude before him/her. But they can’t touch you – for thirty minutes. You do the touching – on yourself. This will show your partner what you like – open them up to something new, too. By the time 30 minutes is up, your honey will be so hot and bothered for you that love-making will take on a whole new dimension.

- Live your fantasy. Surrender to an idea. The idea of surrendering can relieve all kinds of stress in your life. Give in to a secret desire. Does the idea of being spanked by your partner send you to the brink of passion’s wide abyss? Maybe it’s the idea of becoming someone else – dressing up for your partner. It’s called playing a role and sometimes, we don’t play enough. So go ahead, become someone else for a little while. Get lost in the fantasy.

Now, get lost in this flight of the imagination - see what Grace plans for Alex in DIARY OF A MAD ESCORT…

Grace tipped the slats of the bedroom window’s blinds and watched as a black sedan pulled into the driveway that night. She smiled as Alex’s tall, golden form exited the car, his sprint quick and light as he strode up the small walkway. She let go of the blinds, heard him come through the front door, murmuring something to Moira and Sam. Then she saw them both leave.
And heard Alex’s footfalls as he strode down the hallway towards her room.
She straightened her blouse and adjusted the band that held her ponytail in place. Running a hand over her skirt, she stood in the centre of the room and waited for him to enter, her heart pounding in her chest.
Grace had dressed like this hundreds of times, for lots of men, but never for one she cared for like Alex.
He strode in, shutting the door behind him. Then his eyes settled on Grace. For just a second, he wore a puzzled frown, then he smiled, one corner of his mouth kicking up. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
“Hello, Professor.” She made her voice sound innocent, yet…seductive.
He raised a brow. “Professor, eh? And just what am I teaching?”
“You never finished that class on…aphrodisiacs.”
He laughed. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I get it.” He strode further into the room, her Norse god, her Iceman. “You’re looking for extra credit.”
She nodded, but her head shook just a little. In fact, her body trembled too, as he approached. Grace thought she’d turn him on, instead she’d lit a sensual fire in her belly and groin that threatened to burn her alive.
Alex loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. She watched, fascinated, as he rolled his shirtsleeves up his arms, the white face of his gold and silver watch gleaming against his bronzed skin. He took a seat on the bed, and crooked his index finger in her direction. “Come here.”
She took a tentative step forward, her black, patent leather Mary Janes squeaking as she moved. Cool air blew up the short, plaid skirt she wore. Her knee-high socks had tight elastic bands at the top—thank God, she thought wryly, it would ruin the whole damned effect if they slipped. She fingered the collar of her white blouse and licked her lips.
“Don’t lick you lips at me, young lady.”
His stern, mocking voice held just a note of wickedness.
Grace revelled in it.
She toyed with the master, the wizard of erotic love-play, and now she had the chance to turn him on, to be the aggressor.
He patted the bed. “Lift your skirt and come here.”
She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Why?”
“It seems to me,” he crossed his arms over his chest, “That you didn’t complete your last two homework assignments.”
She grinned. She couldn’t help it. “I, uh, was busy, Professor. And a little sad.”
“Oh?” He raised one white-blonde brow. “Why was my best student so sad?”
She shrugged, looking down as she toyed with the ends of her blouse in her hands. “My professor didn’t come to see me.”
“For that,” his voice became deep. “I’m truly sorry
“Are you?” she murmured, looking up at him.
“Very sorry. And your professor wants you to know you’re on his mind every waking minute of every day. You’re never far from his thoughts…or his heart.”
His heart? Had she been hearing things?
He angled his head. “We still have to discuss this bad habit you have of skipping homework assignments.” Patting the bed again, he repeated. “Now, raise your skirt. And come sit next to me.”
She did as he bade, walking slowly towards the bed. Stopping in front of him, she lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of simple white cotton panties.
Fire leaped into Alex’s eyes. He gave her a cheeky grin. “Well, I see you’re wearing underwear today, Miss Barry.” Alex reached out to run a hand across her mons. “But they have to come off.”
Her panties became wet when he told her that. Grace’s knees turned to jelly. She had bared her body to other men, but removing the pair of simple, cotton underwear in front of Alex’s cool, silver gaze made her body vibrate.
Alex reached out and slid the panties down her hips and belly, tugging them past her smooth-shaven labia. He rose from the bed and bent his tall frame, tugging them down her legs until the lay wrapped around her ankles.
That’s where he left them. Rising to his feet slowly, he placed kisses on her shins, on her knees, her thighs and the twin folds of skin covering her nubbin. Grace shuddered pleasurably at the feel of his tongue as it flicked over skin.
Alex resumed his seat on the bed. She stood there, still as a board, her skirt raised, the panties draped around her ankles.
He gave her a cool, level look. “What do you think happens to students who don’t do their homework, Miss Barry?”
Grace let go of the breath she’d been holding. She shrugged. “I’m not sure, Professor.” Her pulse quickened.
He grasped her around the waist with both hands. “Step out of the panties.”
She let go of her skirt and did as he instructed, kicking them aside.
Alex reached around and tucked the hem of her skirt into the waistband in back. Cool air swirled around Grace’s bottom but her body temperature rose at least ten degrees.
He leaned back and patted the bed. “Come sit.”
She saw his cock swell, the outline of his stiff member pushing against his trousers.
Grace lifted her leg and placed one knee on the bed, Alex’s silver gaze focused on her mound. She climbed up and settled next to him, dangling her feet over the side.
He smiled, a wicked, rogue’s grin. Again, he patted his thighs. “Lay across my lap, face down.”
Grace’s eyes grew wide, her look all innocence. “Why? What are you going to do, professor?”
“You’re the only student who doesn’t do her homework, Miss Barry.” His breathing became short, shallow and ragged. “And you’re the only student who’s ever turned me on like this.”
She leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth. “How about that? Am I the only student who does that?”
He grasped her around the waist again, tugging her forward until she lay across his lap. Grace turned her head, trying to get a glimpse of his face as he ran a hand across her bottom.
“And you’re the only one of my students with a bottom like this.”
Smack!
Grace caught her breath as his hand connected with her backside.
Smack!
She gripped the bed covers, feeling the sting of his palm and the delicious throbbing ache from deep within her pleasure zone.
Smack!
Heat spread across her bottom. It flowed between her legs, settling in the juncture between her thighs.
Smack!
That last smack sent her over the edge of that great wide sensual abyss, the one that only Alex could bring her to. She dangled on its edge, not wanting to fall yet, not wanting to slip down. Grace wanted to savour this time with Alex.
Smack!
His hand collided with her bottom again. She held her breath, waiting for the next one to come. Grace felt giddy, knowing that her essence, her moisture, must be all over Alex’s trousers by now. Each time his hand came down on her bottom, she felt moisture seep from between her legs.
Smack!
She gripped the bed covers again, the delicious heat and sting of his palm acting as the headiest aphrodisiac.
Alex eased her off his lap, pulling her tight against his chest, kissing the top of her head. He ran his hand over her bottom, cupping it gently and crooning in her ear.
“Now, Miss Barry, I’m going to give you what you really deserve.”
***
copyright 2008 by Catherine Chernow
www.CatherineChernow.com
DIARY OF A MAD ESCORT
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2 comments:

Jamie Hill said...

Very interesting ideas, Catherine! Wonderful excerpt!

~Jamie

Catherine Chernow said...

Thanks, Jamie!

Love the picture in your comment. LOL - it seems as though that couple is definitely getting in touch with their sensual side!

Glad you enjoyed the excerpt. It's one of my favs from DIARY OF A MAD ESCORT.

: )

Catherine Chernow