continued…

You nervously await the buzz at the door…half wanting to bail the other half weak with the prospect of being fondled, stroked, your crotch just aches, you almost buckle over, your stomach twists and turns, the perspiration on your brow glistening….

The anticipation of a dangerous love rears its ugly head, but who cars at this point, you are desperate for this kind of taboo attention. You are trapped…the phrase “Its better to be alone than wishing you were alone” rings in your ears and you experience a moment of extreme sadness and despair for the marital state you are in.

The sturdy knock to the door shakes you up and reality kicks in.

He is here.

Slowly, quickly you make the few steps to the expansive door of your large beautifully decorated home..I guess money doesn’t keep one warm at night, does it?

And, you have been such a good little lady all of these years..the Slutty side, the raging horny side has lay dormant in the depths of your loins way too long.

Here is your chance…better make the best of it while you can.

He enters, thoughts on his side of the fence are somewhat similar, but he is a guy after all and daily, hourly raging hormones are a natural thing. Here is a willing little filly decked out just the way a sexually driven alpha male fantasizes about…How come women don’t dress like this any more?

He obviously jumps at the opportunity, and she is just down the street for God’s sake. Who would have known?

“Thanks for calling me. I brought you a little something,” he quietly exhales, his hands hovering over his crotch. May as well go for the jugular…she is a ‘Slut’ after all. Wine did not seem appropo this early in the am and she did want me over quickly to relive last night and she did call me after all.

The connection was a little estranged but she snapped out of whatever was previously bothering her at the sight of the hard cock hiding beneath his loose summer shorts..here she is all dolled up like Elizabeth Taylor in ‘Who’s afraid of Virginia Wolf” and he, well, he is unassumingly attired…a sharp, nice contrast.

Guy’s will take ‘it’ whenever, however, whomever, she thinks to herself…good thing ’cause she was shaking in her spiky high heels.

“Feel it,” he beckons her towards him. He kisses her lightly on her painted cheek as she pensively massages his hardened cock.

“It’s sooooo nice,” she purrs.

The loose blouse falls exposing her massive breasts , his cock hardens even more at the sight and of the perfume as it wafts in the air around his nostrils.

To be continued….

Madame Lucie

By sweetjuicylucy at 2010-08-19

Here for real

Independent Mulit Dimensional Mature Companion

Incalls / Outcalls

Let’s be creative

or not

It’s all good with me…all of my sessions reinforce the other

I am a designer at heart and the diversity of my listed offerings bring challenge to my intense , racing mind!

I am here for your pleasure and I design my sessions for my pleasure too!

Get me while you can!

416 433-1144

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calls, emails, texts

7 days a week

7am to 9pmish

Same Day Appointments preferred

You can prebook but only as per my booking policy

I am the only one answering my phone so please be patient and/or leave a detailed message on my Blackberry other then through Terb as I leave my desk after posting

Please be sensitive to my booking policy so we can have a seamless funfilled relationship

without all of the entanglements

cuddly GFE to PSE

with the option of

Kink, Pro Domme, Switch, Fantasies, Fetishes, Roleplays

if the inclination is there

See you son!

Smooches!

lucy@sweetjuicylucy.com

www.sweetjuicylucy.com

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And the US election!!

Legends and track records take time.

Gearing for the ‘Big Picture’ takes patience, reliability and consistency in performance and the utmost in offering what excites you to sustain the journey for the Big Picture as opposed the obvious ‘do as little as you can’ for the Small Picture.

Any of us can sustain most for the short term, it is the long term that takes creative thinking and tenacity, but most of all allowing only what you want into your life, disbanding the toxic. That takes a mature attitude and accepting that you are finally at peace with yourself.

This is my hypothesis for what I consider to be a successful companion service career, one I initially chose spontaneously on a well intended whim, well more like calculated risk, literally just retiring from my successful forward thinking dress designing/retail days.

With everything I attempt, I try to bring laughter, a creative edge, a challenge to the mind and body in as many ways as I can muster. I like to think I am empathetic to your needs, the sublime to crazy desires.

The self imposed challenges are what sustain me in any career I choose including most of all this one.

I have allowed many gracious men into my life who lust and / or expect and / or just plain come for the ride to see what my naturally imaginative mind and generous soul can bring to the table.

This is what comes with maturity and a what long fulfilling past career has given me to bring to you…

I seem to have busted many myths with regards to this industry with respect to the sensitivities of men in general and , that an older gal can be successful pitted against the younger lasses!!

We all have something to give if it is given with respect and with true compassion.

Thank you for a wonderful titillating 5 years …I have more in me!!!

You keep cummin’ and I will keep cummin’!

When Juicy Lucy becomes Sahara Lucy I will quit!

Cheerio!

Check my website for my specials!!!

Respectfully yours…in sooo many ways!

Lucy

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Immaculate private boudoir with 2 rooms for play

Well equipped, sensually uplifting

Chapter one

The order is in…tight skirt to the knee, sheer, black sandalfoot pantyhose, tight open collared blouse, glasses, high heeled pumps.

He is young, but not so young obviously, to know EXACTLY what he wants.

The money is slowly, but assuredly counted out. He has been here enough times to know the drill.

His small, concise chatter and gentle hug gets the beginning awkward Greetings over with as his mind is steadfast on what he came here for.

My legs.

My silky, smooth, tight, muscular LEGS climbing to a silky, smooth, tight, muscular BOTTOM.

Even with the bottom as tempting one would think, it’s the LEGS he is after.

Trying to make conversation at this point is useless. He is not interested.

I have gotten used to the scenario, letting MY mind and body ‘dance’ to the rhythm of the SILENCE.

For an hour I am the solo ‘ballerina’… my legs and feet gracefully teasing and denying my ‘audience’ with my finesse. He rolls on the floor ,in the hall on my carpeted runner ,kneeling like in prayer to some Goddess, at the base of my shoes…softly caressing, kissing the satiny arches of my precious FEET….he knows these go to my LEGS…but he is savouring every magical moment…..like catching every drop of an expensive wine.

Unbeknownst to him, my pussy juices are smearing the inside of my crotch….dripping down the insides of each leg. God, I hope it dries before he sees…we have only just begun. My soft moans seem to go unnoticed. He is driving me crazy but in the silence I dare not disengage the aura that he has created.

I lift one foot, carefully..slowly out of one shoe. He nibbles the inside of the arch. He knows this is not acceptable. I lightly kick him away. He nibbles again. This time I am not so gentle. He gets pushed away with the sole of my foot. His pants now are shadowing the form of a ‘tent’….his cock has hardened to the excitement. I smile..my juicy red lips moist with the power. I tease him by walking away….he lunges for my shapely legs…holds on…I kick him away…slap his face. He is a naughty boy. He follows me like a puppy, nipping at my heels.

I sternly face him…..slowly I saunter to him, swaying my healthy hips, like a model down a runway…..I straddle his longing face..he can see right up my skirt…. kicking away each time his desire to become ONE with my legs.

I am not ready. He has to know and understand the limits. His impatience is not my problem. It is HIS.

He will be duly rewarded when the time is right.

He will be duly punished when the time is right.

Knowing that I am comfortably in control and that his movements have settled down, my right leg deftly swings over and on top of his hapless body. His eyes are closed. I know he is nervously wondering ‘when, if and how’….

The stiletto heel of my expensive pumps pierces his chest. The pressure makes him jolt. Without thinking twice, his arms grab hold of my leg He draws it to him. He has earned the privelage. .He kisses the heel, stroking the arch., his hands gliding up and down my defined calves. He manoevres himself around so that he is now facing me on the floor. He wiggles himself between my legs and holds on for dear life. H e is entranced. He will not let go.

As I gaze down…his beautiful long eyelashes are what I capture,,,he is at peace…at least for now….

To Be Continued…!