Now, I’ve told you all I am retiring in a while, right.And even until then.. I;ve gone low key..I only see RS members.  I have had some gentlemen write me lately upset about this and I am sorry, I am not being a snob(on the contrary I think you’re great)  but for the sake of my own sanity, I can ONLY see RS members.I dont NEED to take a risk anymore, so why would I ?  One man said it was so hard to see me, another said what the hey and  joined rs and came over a few days later and I was waiting here and he said it was so worth it. Being a new member and sicoverign their site, he enjoyed my visit but is now on to see new girl after girl, cuz it’s easy to see any of them when you are rs.. It’s a decision only you can make , but I can tell you it’s a good decision. I think the join up fee is like 50$ ..so for the guy that joined RS  , I deducted that from his appt.. leaving his dumfoundedly happy he stumbled into such good luck his first time. Rs is reputable and the only group i would work with. You won’t be on any list guys… SO if you are one of those men that want to see me and arent RS you can join http://www.RoomService2000.com  and then come over to my house and let me serve you, or you can try to see another provider. I just like to put reminders of this up every once in a while.  Dang RS needs to give me a discount for all the people i refer…LOL..I hope to edit and put a new free clip up for you tonight…I need a massage.. if only i could do myself…ha

London

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Wind bathes your back in moonlight
my hips rock  steadily under yours
waves crest then crash over ,spilling forth.
Inhalation of breath as you drive me into the sand.
arch my back into it, feel you inside of me as the water rushes over my breasts and face..
Then withdraw and only air between sand and spine , and
your body salty and cold,a part of mine.
Breasts buoyant and nipples perfectly taut
and rigid.
Your thumb nudges the sensitive little  tip and I am  like coin  dropped in pond
many ripples explode outward,inward, tingling and vibrating..
Submerged immersed fucking,seaweed in my hair.. in your gentle  fist..
The waves battle our connected bodies
and tear us apart a second
But our bodies seek and unite,  we continue to consummate with sea.

by GG , goddess of the stars

Tgif.. i have a phenomenal special up good for today & tomorrow only,… so go check it our on ter Chicago discusion Board. Looks like this might be one of our last days that is nice. I want to take my dog for a walk but she drags me, i need one of those thick cloth harnesses, a simple collar type harness is a joke, and she snaps in and every head collar and chain. Strong and determined. I dont know how a dog with such social ettiquette inside and at daycare can ebhave like such a monster when on a walk or in the petstore.

    I’m going to do alot of meditating today. I havent meditated all week and it is wearing on me. I have a fresh young tender  victim  coming today aso I look forward to that..let me leave now in fact and prepare  for him, my room with the swirling lit star on the ceiling, the heated towels, my body .

The First Encounter   by: Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)     translated by Walter Wykes

She was only half-dressed And equally bare trees tossed Their few leaves against the window pane Playfully and with reckless abandon.   Sprawling half naked in my desk chair, Hands pressed modestly against her pale breasts, She tapped small, delicate feet on the floor Betraying sweet anticipation.   Her body was the colour of wax, and I watched As an eager little ray of light Fluttered across her laughing lips, Across her peeking breast, like an insect on the rose-bush.   I knelt and kissed her little ankles. She laughed softly and produced A perfect string of clear trills, A delightful crystal laugh.   Her delicate feet disappeared Underneath her: “Stop! You’re so naughty!” Yet the first act of daring permitted, She pretended to punish me only with a laugh!   I rose and kissed her eyelids softly. They trembled beneath my lips, poor things: And she tossed her head back, eyes shining… “You’re not trying to take advantage of me … are you?   “If you are, darling, you know I’ll have to–” But I silenced the protest, dipping my mouth to her breast, Which caused an explosion of ringing laughter And she opened herself willingly…   She was only half-dressed And equally bare trees tossed Their few leaves against the window pane Playfully and with reckless abandon.

Le Bateau ivre 1871

My own Pleasure Meditation(s)…

(in which I examine the process of becoming turned on…)

People argue that being an escort must be a difficult job, that being turned on and ready to be intimate with a client must be a nearly impossible thing. There is some truth in the first statement. It ain’t always easy, but if it was, I wouldn’t bother. I like my challenges and sense of adventure far too much.

With the second statement, however, I have found myself eager and excited with each encounter, whether it be with someone I’ve known for a while or someone I am about to meet.

From the moment I get the ’5 minutes away’ confirmation text, to the moment where I am standing outside their bedroom/hotel door, I go into a head space and meditate on certain thoughts and feelings that arise throughout my body:

~Who is this person? What do they smell like (I have a very keen sense of smell)
~ Will they be wearing clothes? Just a robe? Nothing?
~ What will their reaction be upon first seeing me? How can I make them react more strongly?
~What will their tongue feel like? Amazingly enough, everyone’s tongue feels different and unique, and the dance you create when tongues touch in a kiss sends lightning down my back
~ How will they touch me? Will it be soft, gentle? Or more rugged and stern?

I get turned on by the possibilities, as well as the outcome. Feeling them on my tongue for the first time, the way they touch my clit and explore every inch of my naked body. It’s exciting.
It’s cerebral!
It builds a foundation of creativity, of flow.

These are just a few thoughts that go through before I see someone.

Have a great day.

Charlotte

Website: www.charlottesweetheart.com