This is about a multimedia entrepreneur and bachelor moonlighting as a journalist- photographer. He satisfies his ravenous carnal hungers through his Helpful Hunk Tupperware meetups. Whether bored or unfulfilled, soups, sauces and salads are a great excuse to invite a good stuffing. When a lucky lady books an hour with him, he's bound to devour her groceries not to exclude the cake and squirt and here's where things get juicy.......
I'm a bachelor, and I like to help women out. I'm a journalist by trade, but moonlight as a photographer. I have my own business, so I don't need to work for someone else.
I can do what I want when I want. And I love to eat! I'm in my early 40's, tall, dark and handsome. I'm single, and I've been that way for quite some time now.
I was in a situationship 2 years ago, but no one has ever been able to hold me down long enough for anything serious to develop. My sex drive is insatiable, and it's only getting worse.
I know there's got to be something wrong with me. I think I should probably see a shrink. But if I did, I'd never hear the end of it. "What's wrong with you?" they'd ask. "Why won't you settle down?
Truthfully with every appointment booked I silently wish I'd meet the woman I'd become addicted to. Not just for her beauty or sex appeal or even her secretions. No. I get off on being desired and adored. I can usually achieve these ends by demonstrating my cliteracy to a worthy female. A very thorough mustache ride can do a great deal to fix a woman's attitude. Whether I'm in your kitchen preparing a salad for you or teaching you how to make a delicious steak marinade, we are most likely sipping a dry red or mouthwatering Pinot Grigio. After that the only appetizer I'm interested in is your clam. Yes, before I pull my dick out and pound the pussy senseless, I'm usually sucking clit and skillfully licking the delightfully tangy pink inner and outer lips. Shameless pussyeater, I gotta have your scent under my nose while I'm fucking the dog shit outta you.
I mean seriously, how can anyone turn down a girl who smells like sex and taste like heaven? And then when she cums all over my face, I'm thinking "Damn, I really am a freak." A real lick em low lover. No! Im a loverman! Simple and plain. Let me tell you how the typical appointment unfolds.
The woman calls, and I show up at her doorstep. She's always dressed to kill. That's usually a skirt or dress or whatever and some killer heels. Her hair is usually done up nice. She's usually wearing makeup.