Happy Halloween, Pumpkin!

I'll be celebrating in the best way I know how... how about Boo?

kisses,

Tabu

It's Farewell....

to the lovely incall where we've shared so many heart-pounding, blood-rushing and utterly delicious erotic times....

my landlady's in foreclosure. (sigh.)

So it's out with old, in with the new... and the new is just moments away from the old.

Thursday-Sunday will be MOVE-OUT, MOVE-IN, (and a few days sans incall) to turn a new locale into my Tabu-licious den of iniquity.

So let's make plans to initiate the new lair in the best way we know how!

(Just ask me for ideas!)

as always, grateful to be among your favored temporary girlfriends,

your S Florida vixen,

Tabu

Tabu's Tutorials: Grand Theft Cotton

Into every life a hotel incall comes... and when it does, along comes the great towel dilemma. There are never enough.

Touring providers like yours truly and my leggy pal Allie, have come to regard even the best-stocked hotel bath with a jaundiced eye.

"Only 3 bath towels," she'll report from her lovely suite.

"Mine, too," I'll establish after a cursory examination.

"Where's the maid's cart?"

As stealthy as cat burglars, we creep down the hallway, looking this way and that for our personal Mecca: the unattended cart replete with stacks of fluffed and folded goodness.

Once secured, they're hoarded in a secret place known only to ladies who entertain the cleanest boys in "ho" business.

Last week in Charlotte, one genteel southerner amused me no end by quoting miscellaneous chapter and verse from this little vixen's blog. When our visit drew to an end, he excused himself to clean up. After the shower turned off, I heard his voice.

"I dried myself off with a hand towel, I hope that's all right," he called out to me from the bath.

"What?" I responded. "You didn't have to do that, I laid out a fresh bath towel for you!"

"Oh, no," he replied, sticking his head around the door to grin at me. "I wouldn't use your big towels. I want to be invited back!"

You gotta love a man with a plan.

Nice grits!

Charlotte's been treating me VERY well, with one small exception (and you know who you are, dickwad)... so halfway through my little tour, I believe I will return.

In that case, I think I can say with no equivocation:

The South shall Rise Again!!

Hooker Haiku ;)

Winging to Motown Wednesday....

sad auto workers

become Pep Boys.

Let this erotic treat take you to a poetic level of sensuous satisfaction...

Thur/Fri
Detroit Airport incall
350/hr... 550/90 min.. 700/2 hrs

Please book through my website.

I love to make you laugh. And moan. And smile all the way home.

Tabu's Tuesday Tutorial: Ins and Outs.

All good things have a beginning, a middle and, equally important to your busy provider, an end.

The trouble is, not everyone seems to realize when it's time to go. Of course you're having fun, and in the post-nookie glow, time seems to stand still as pillow talk replaces the real world. We're enjoying it, too. But as the clock ticks silently past the hour, into ten minutes, 15 minutes, or in really distracted cases, 20 minutes, the push of Other Duties starts knocking on the door.

When it's time to answer, it's time to answer.

Your lovely temporary girlfriend, the skilled temptress who lulled you into such delicious lethargy, can also hint delicately when the curtain needs to fall... so when you hear "It's been so good to see you!"... please.

Rinse it off, tuck it in and fold your tent.

We will bless you as we watch your punctual back depart down the hallway. And we will welcome you back like a king when you return.

Now take that on the road.

As CNN goes, so go we all: The summer of our discontent

No one can claim immunity from the solemn drums of this past week's news... every network anchor has puffed up endlessly with praise for the fallen. Even so, no feeling person could flip merrily through the channels without pausing to reflect, however briefly, 0n the merits of respect and mortality.

But my natural humanity has fallen out of sync with mourning.

As each life has been dispatched according t0 its owner's fame, something's gone missing.

I had no more personal connection than you did, I would guess, to these sadly fallen figures. But I wish for them a more private memorial than Larry King can provide. In the few quiet hours of introspection most of our lives afford, I would like to think that some of us could shed a real, unrehearsed and genuine tear for those we truly mourn.

And then not tell a soul.

Tabu's Tuesday Tutorial: When Mr Softie Strikes!

Performance anxiety. Is there a more dreaded hazard for a hobbyist? If it hasn't happened to you yet, it probably will. Here's how it goes.

You're in the room with the girl of your dreams. You want everything to go perfectly. She's lying before you seductively, her moist lips open, the sweet essence of her secret folds starting to waft ever so subtly into your mind.... and just when everything should be at launch-readiness, the fuse fizzles. She's beckoning you, you glance down nervously to confirm that nothing -- absolutely nothing-- is ready for lift-off and the ensuing moments are the test of anyone's self-confidence and equanimity.

How you handle it can mean the difference between a disaster and a hiccup.

A smart fellow like you doesn't say a word to draw attention to your plight.

"Come here, beautiful," you say."Let me taste that delicacy for a while."

Soon you're losing yourself in the act of pleasing her. As your tongue teases out her creaminess, her moans begin to lengthen, the heat begins to rise.... and the next thing you know, you're feeling that welcome urgency that only the ownership of a hard cock can deliver.

Now it's up to you to take it where you will.

Well, now, class, that wasn't so hard, was it?

Oh, that's right..... it's very hard.

Now go in and play.

Winning hearts and minds

is the start of winning happy repeat visits, I'm finding.

Lately I've had an unusual number of new friends who clearly crave validation for their desires... and for themselves.

Perhaps it's the turbulent times that's manhandling my new friends... and when they come to see me, I understand that words, a smile and a touch can fulfill one very basic need.

My time comes with many small pleasures... and one larger one. Acceptance.

Let's treat each other as if we count. Because we do.

This birthday girl needs to Blow!!

OK, so today is my birthday, and I am so mad.

I had a tooth pulled on Friday afternoon, and the dentist ordered me not to suck ANYthing.

Now, how can I have a fun birthday with a swollen jaw and a big hole (so to speak!)?

I tell you, the gods are laughing today.

pitiful kisses,


Tabu