Where am I?…. In a hotel room.

Who's the blonde bombshell?… Ah, that's Amber.

How come I'm fucking her?… The way things panned out, I guess.

I mean, how come she's fucking you?… I don't know. Part of a dream maybe; I've been taking holidays from myself for quite some time now; I think I am stuck here. It's similar to being stuck in a dream; not a bad dream though.

 

(SKIP IF YOU JUST WANT THE SEX DETAILS)

 

Amber is one of my favourite characters of this dream. Sometimes I'm very nasty to her, like right now by saying she's a character of my dream. I often realise this half way through a sentence and try to amend it. She laughs; not sure if because she sees through me or because of the amount of nonsense it comes out of my mouth.

 

It's been two long years since I first got a glimpse of Amber in a Melbourne bordello. When I first saw her, she acknowledged that she was doing something naughty and that she'd be finishing at the end of the month, and if we jump from then to last night, it almost feels like that was another old dream with different characters.

 

This Amber has blossomed into someone with the aura of a Pop starlet; are escorts gaining such status? Maybe, or maybe it's just me not being able to rationalise this sweet treat of destiny and accept it and enjoy it for what it is.

 

As for last night, I was nervous, ridiculously nervous, considering this was Amber; one of the most down to Earth girls I've ever met. Maybe it was my immediately previous punting experience that had served as a wake-up call… Maybe it was the fact of going from that to this without anything or anyone in between. My punter's mojo was somehow broken and I felt it was unfair to put it in this girl's hands, for her to revive it.

 

(THE SEX BEGINS HERE)

 

The sense of drama increased as almost half way of my two-hour booking, Amber had done all her best, from achieving orgasm herself by receiving oral and delivering a great porn-style blowjob, to whatever position it suited me best… and there I was pumping away and getting tired as I got distracted by our reflection on the mirror,

 

Where am I?…. In a hotel room.

Who's the blonde bombshell?… That's Amber.

Doesn't she get tired of me fucking her?… No, that's Amber; I'll collapse well before she does.

How come I'm not coming?… Shut up and kiss her!

 

It took passionate kissing while rubbing Little AJ on her buttcheeks to send those worries away and come all over her lower back tattoo. It was hot, sweaty, very messy sex.

 

After a quick rinse, a drink and a relaxing chat… the normally assertive Amber, actually wondered if I was willing to go for a second time (and mind you, I've always have with her even during much shorter rendezvous)… and now with all the nerves and worries sent away, a final happy ending was much easier and quicker to achieve, mutual oral gave place to some more great intercourse, yet this time I blew inside her whatever little I had left from the first time, and needless to say, it was a much less messy outcome.

 

After a little bit more of chatting and relaxing, I kissed Amber goodnight and left in direction of the closest Sushi place to satisfy the hunger generated by the exercise. As I woke up this morning, I noticed that Little AJ was already up, before me for the first time in weeks. Together we stayed in bed for a few minutes exchanging notes about the previous night. A big smile across our faces.

 

Yep, that's Amber.