In my last post I shared with you that I was about to go under the knife so that I could really knock it out of the park and go into this decade looking not just good, but spectacular.
Mission accomplished.
I’d like to reassure everyone that the surgery exceeded my expectations. I am still in recovery but I already look fifteen years younger. It’s amazing and all is well – with one caveat.
I thought I could be back in business after three weeks, but I needed an extra week or two to let everything settle.
Dude, if you make me laugh I’ll literally have to hold the sides of my face.
I am also addressing an important service issue. I knew that my face would change and I would feel different once everything got tightened and brightened. As much as I’d like to think my lips are all mine, I have plumped them up for years to succulent, BJ-friendly perfection. One of the big adjustments I made was moving on from my allegiance to filler+ in the interests of the bigger picture and a more permanent solution – lifting. The surgeon needed to start with a blank slate, so they injected me with an enzyme that dissolves filler like Pearlane, and for the first time in living memory I saw myself pre-lip filler.
I can handle that, but what I cannot handle is anything that interferes with the pleasuring of a cock. It’s what I do. I pride myself on being so deft with my fingers, lips and pussy that they are a world unto themselves. While other escorts are copy/pasting from each other’s bios about how they will drive you to wild heights of ecstasy, I’m busy wet gripping my client till we’re both dripping.
One of the procedures I had done is a lip lift: the shortening of the philtrum, the little line from the peak of your lip to the bottom of your nostril. When they shorten this gap under your nose, it brings your lip up, creating a prettier, more youthful effect. To do it, the filler had to come out first. Post-op, as soon as my new (and weirdly natural) lips encountered their first cock, I didn’t get the right pressure on the shaft, with that snugness and powerful feeling of suction that makes for an epic blowjob. This deflated my mood even more than my new filler-less lips: the cock worship that I provide is designed to tantalise with every suck and swirl of my tongue and I am used to optimum lip power and control.
I’m taking care of it and returning to lip filler so that I can recapture that real lock on my suction. I apologise for going MIA on social media, I just had to retreat to sort out how to deal with it. As my lips encircled the dicks in my mouth I’d asked one lucky owner, “does this still feel good?” He replied, “It’s fine babe, you’re being paranoid.” But if I know something is missing, it’s a buzzkill.
With inflated lips, the cock is already enveloped by succulent, soft cushioning before I even get to work; I want that good, old-fashioned tyre pressure back. I’m known for my bareback
blowjobs. It begins with a beautiful kiss. This means a lot to me: I cast a spell and this is where it begins. When I move down to blow you, this is the moment that I centre myself. The day-to-day racket and cymbals in my head start to dissipate. I start to breathe in your musk, your male energy. We both sink into this liquid erotic space. Then I begin. My lips tighten around the shaft, I manipulate the muscles of my face in a rhythm that becomes intuitive, interplaying with the tightening of my palate. You are taken care of, with an excellent mouth and hands to pleasure you; we are going on a journey for an hour.
In the past, my blowjob lips did all the heavy lifting and were actually a significant part of the experience. Women with natural lips have to use every muscle in their face, poor darlings. It’s bloody exhausting! With the inner tyre of plumped lips, it’s a smoother, longer ride.
So now I have got my lips done and am getting back into the swing of my work routine. I know there have been hundreds of missed calls and bookings while I sorted this out. Sorry but not sorry. My reasoning is sound on this. With the return of my big, bad, bold lips, the visual is now complete. Henceforth, an optimal, surgically enhanced appearance will now be my permanent state for as long as I live.
To my naysayers, I can say that I love not looking angry. My eyes have popped and look huge; the forehead lowering feels amazing, like a taut drum all the time. My whole face has been refreshed, like a fairy godmother has waved the magic wand of youth all over me. I was right. I
was right!!
Next stop: photos. I can’t wait to get this show stopping package immortalised visually. These photos are going to make me come.
