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Pleazure ~ The Memoirs

Entry One

Damn, I am so sick and tired of this 9 to 5.  Every week in and week out it's the same old shit the only thing new is the freakin' day.  If I've said it once, then its obvious that I'll say it again, the first chance I get to abandon this redundant life… I am OUT!

That was what I said August 11, 2001 today is October 1, 2004.  As I search through my Palm Pilot for the address of my next consultation, I realize that it is 9 days shy of my birthday that also signifies that today is Sonya's my best friend of 18 years birthday.  Let me set a reminder to pick her up a cake from Otario's off of 5^th & Rockland.  If there is one thing that Sonya and I love to do it's eat & fuck, well ok that's two things, but I'm sure you get the picture.  Before I proceed please do allow me to formally introduce myself…

In order to get Pleazure to come out, you must call her name three times in your most sensuous voice, Ready?  1,2,3….

Pleazure ~ The Memoirs

Entry Two

"Pleazure, Pleazure, Pleazure", the audience chanted…

Oh, by that way that was Sonya, my best friend, she's opens every party for me, and I'm best known as Pleazure. 

Pleazure is what some may consider my Alter Ego, but in my opinion she is the seductress incased in every living, breathing woman.  If there has ever been a time when you've surprised your lover at the front door with a saucy layer of lingerie caressing your body then you too are Pleazure.  If you can recant the last time that you've sporadically slid a man's penis out of his pants and slurped it into your hot, wet mouth while he was driving then you too are Pleazure.  If you can recall the last time that you lusted over and fantasized about a stripper, male or female, and actually went to any length to fuck the shit out of them knowing it was just for one night, then you too are Pleazure.

As we speak I am nearing the stairwell which will lead me to the audience that awaits, so I must tell you that you are getting ready to embark on a ride laced with hot, steamy, wet confessions of pleasure in its rawest form.  All of the stories to follow are true, names and some places have been changed in interest of privacy.  Any likeliness of characters and or places is purely coincidental. 

I hear my name and I'm getting wet, but I don't think your ready yet.  Can I hear it one more time?

Pleazure, Pleazure, Pleazure…

Pleazure ~ The Memoirs

Confession One

Last night was the most eye opening night I have experienced as of yet.  Sonya and I were returning to Philly from our one-day excursion to Harrisburg, when we were summoned by D-Light.  Now for those of you who don't know about D-Light, he is only the finest brew of a Latino-brother laced with two scoops of pure sugar and a dollop of extra thick cream.  Now when I say summoned, I mean two text messages and one voicemail later, Sonya and I were parlaying in our two-bedroom ocean view suite in the luxurious Atlantic City Bogotá.  Now, before we continue I would like to take a moment to paint a picture in your mind of the circumstance that I allowed myself the pleasure to enjoy. 

I first met D-Light a few years ago at WPND's Blazin'69 FM.  I have been a consultant to the stations audience for the past four years via two of their late night shows, one hosted by Lady Luscious and the other hosted by Shock.  The first time that we met, we sort of played off one another at the studio.  He was there to promote an up and coming album and I was there to knock him off his game.  Lady Luscious had a way with her listeners. It was only a few years back that she first introduced me to the airwaves as Blazin' 69's Official Sexpert. Lady Luscious and I were so fierce when we got together to the point where we had to sometimes take it to the streets where she invite her listeners to come out to local clubs to experience the heat themselves.  Now I've been paired up in Blazin 69's studio with other industry headliners, but something was special about D-Light.  The energy between us equated to that of North Philly Hustler meets Hollywood Porn Star quality.  Our introductory experience ended peacefully, it's the second time around that will freak you out.

Rappers Delight

D-Light must have convinced Lady Luscious to fork over my number.  It probably didn't take much for D-Light to get it either, he is so charismatic and sexy. Damn!  I would lick his ass dry if he bent over too long.  I decided to stop at Cheltenham Mall to pick up some new stilettos from Bare Feet, and then I headed over to Lane Bryant to choose my kryptonite for the evening.  A two-piece yellow-laced corset and thong set would do the trick.  Ashley Stewart had the most appropriate fish net stockings to accentuate my tight thick thighs, and no seductress is complete with out her Cucumber Melon spray direct from Bath and Body Works.  I then ran home and grabbed the Pleazure Bag.  For those of you who have yet to experience the Pleazure Bag, it is simply put 14 pounds of ecstasy.  This bag is reserved for only the most deserving of subjects.  I have only pulled this bag out 4 times in the history of Pleazures.  The contents of this bag consist of:  1 Cat-0-Nine Tails, 2 pair of vibrating anal beads, 1 vac-u-lock system harness, 1 vac-u-lock 6" realistic and 1 8" realistic dong, 1 jar of strawberry Body Butter, 1 tube of anal ease, nymph cream, shrink cream and good head cream – ya know for those questionable moments….  to be discussed in further detail later…  and a few other accessories of seduction.  Sonya and I arrive right on schedule as my cell rang with a sudden sense of urgency.  It was D-Light confirming the status of my arrival.  I comforted him with my soothing song of confirmation.  "Yes love, Pleazures home baby!", I sang to D-Light.  He hummed his approval into my receiver and pressured me for the details of my exact whereabouts. I expressed to him in a dominatrix tone my disapproval of his pestering and then just as true Dom would, I stoked his ego by delivering promises of redemption if he behaved for a bit longer while I transformed my suite into what would eventually be a sensuous boudoir. 

Sonya and I checked into our adjoining rooms and swooned over the extravagant view.  And when I say extravagant I mean it, it seems as though a couple in a room directly in my line of view decided to clean their picture window with the woman of duals forehead.  The man stroking her from the back was so deep in her pussy that I swore they would break the glass.  Sonya and I paid for the show with our voyeurism passes and watched for what seemed like an eternity, when my cell phone starting blaring my newest ring tone that I downloaded off of Jamster.  I knew who it was because that same sense of urgency filled the air as it did the last time D-Light called to check out my whereabouts.  I sang hello in his ear and chuckled quietly at the submissiveness that poured through his voice.  I provided him with my room number and told him to meet me there promptly in 23 minutes.  One thing that I learned via the Chambers is always assume control of the subject before they attempt to assume control of you.  Men in positions of power at any level, crave to relinquish responsibility if for even a moment.  Even the helpless romantic enjoys being pampered every so often. Now, please do not think that I was summoned to Atlantic City for some role-playing.  D-Light had no idea what my motive was.  I just enjoy breaking my subject down and then via seduction, foreplay and passion slowly teaching them to worship intimacy.  Sonya and I had already decided that I would postpone my romantic rendezvous with D-Light at least until after we've lost a few dollars in the slots. 

Sonya and I aren't true gamblers, we can appreciate a sure thing any day, but there is nothing more thrilling than waiting out an elderly woman who has to pee and then jumping on her slot machine while it's still hot!  Nonetheless, 12 minutes into D-Lights wait, I had already strip the bed down to white sheets and blessed it with red rose petals and silky sheets pear blossom pheromone spray.  I lined the glass kitchenette shelves with the contents of the Pleazure Bag and dimmed the overhead lights to create an ambiance.  I then neatly organized my toiletries in the marble bathroom to create a lived in effect.  I strategically placed tea-lights around the entirety of the suite and dimmed all of the wall lights in order to allow the illumination of the candles to project the silhouette of the existing furniture against the walls via the flames.  Lastly I placed my personal pleasure CD into the disc player and turned it down to barely a muffle.  11 minutes later I heard tapping at the door.  When I opened the door D-Light had the presence of a true Superstar.  He was decked in a Baby blue Chinchilla, a baseball cap and enough ice to chill the equator.  Now for those of you wondering why he's knocking on my door and following by my demands, listen carefully.  If more women hopped off their high horse and took time to realize that men – rich, poor, ugly & cute all want to be loved and respected.  Whether or not you will be a part-time lover or a full fledge wifey has to be defined as time

oes on.  Take time out to enjoy the ride you are on and learn to get off of it every so often to let the experience simmer is the key to success with men.  Especially men like D-Light.  Understand that I realize that D-Light and I are both in the entertainment industry, so that was a foot in the door for both us equally when we met, but when we spend R&R time together we are just to kids from Philadelphia with one thing in common…. Passion.  As he entered the room the breeze from the hallway caught my nipple and transformed them into an epic center of lust.  I could tell he noticed by the way he studied my mid-drift as he released me from his warm and inviting arms.  I was so pleased to see D-Light that I refused to take my eyes off of him.  I slow walked backwards into the foyer of the suite as he trailed in front of me with....

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