Over the years, I have met some amazing clients and lasting friendships have evolved. Not those on a private booking level, ones on a higher level. Contact kept; mutual conversation sharing exciting moments of our daily lives. Spyder is one of those clients.
I had met first met Spyder years ago in a brothel I had worked for. I still remember our very first encounter. He was wheeling past me in his chair then stopped and looked back at me. He returned, introduced him- self as Spyder. He’s a very handsome man – dark hair, soulful eyes. Very strong upper body, as you would imagine.
Spyder had introduced himself to me and asked if I was new. I let him know it was my second visit.
‘Do you like it here Tara? Do you enjoy working here?’
‘Everyone seems nice, as nice as a bunch of strangers can be,’ I said, laughing.
‘Tara would you mind if I booked you?’
‘Not at all Spyder, it would be my pleasure.’ He went to the front desk and paid for an hour. All smiles, he brought back the envelope for me and I went to front desk to pick up the linen. Ground floor out the back – easy access with a larger floor space. Spyder led the way. He knew where he was going as he said he had been visiting for a few years now. I followed close behind and wondered what type of service we would be doing.
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Upon entry to the room he let me know that it wasn’t a sex booking. What he liked was nipple stimulation, and having legs tightened around his torso. And light choking. I was pretty sure I could manage all that. Positioning his chair at the corner of the bed, Spyder removed his shirt. Walking over to him I put my arms around his neck from behind, leaned over and started giving his neck and earlobe small bites. He rolled his head back, giving me easy access to anywhere my mouth wanted to travel. He let out some small moans and pulled me around to the side of his chair, before lifting my leg over his and settling me on his thigh. I had to be careful where I put my feet, as there were a few obstacles around the base of his chair.
I teasingly unbuttoned my blouse, and he buried his face into my breasts, searching for my nipple. I released my bra and let it fall, stepping away from him as I kicked my shoes off. Spyder hoisted himself up on to the bed. He kissed me in a very passionate manner, and then pushed me in the direction of his nipple. ‘Bite it, Tara.’ I grabbed his nipple in between my teeth and clamped down on it. I wasn’t too sure how hard to bite back in the early days.
‘Harder Tara, bite it harder’. My jaw shook with uncertainty. With Spyder’s direction I started to get a better indication of how far to go. So here I was, practicing on both of his eager nipples. Biting down and sucking hard. He explained that the sensation to him would be similar to the sensation that sex gives for others. That’s what the nipple stimulation and the nipple pain did for him. Hurting but in a good way.