Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

Business Love Affair

I’ve mentioned that my business partner, Katy, has been sick. She’s really sick. And I’m so very worried about her. I’ve been trying for the last two hours to write a blog about her, as a tribute. And to get as many people as possible sending positive energy her way. And I can’t seem to make coherent paragraphs. I just keep getting lost in my worry and concern. So, I’ll just write a few little snapshots to illustrate all that she means to me.

Katy has this adorable ritual that she performs before every appointment. She gets into her work clothes and then dances in front of the mirror. In her real life, she’s a self-proclaimed prude. But when she puts on her Katy persona, she becomes the temptress. She dances to make herself feel sexy and put her in the mindset to do business. And when I sit on the bed and watch her before our client arrives, she is just so beautiful. Her body gyrates in black velvet, or twirls in pink zebra stripes, and her waist-length red hair entrances me as I watch it swirl around her lovely round ass.  In the process of making herself feel sexy, she kindles my desire so that by the time the client does arrive, we’re both wet and ready to make our magic.

Katy has this wonderful musky scent. We share a client who says that all redheads share a distinctive taste. She’s the only redhead that I’ve ever tasted, and I can say that she has a flavor that is uniquely Katy. The first time I buried my head between her thighs, it was nearly intoxicating. Our client was taking me from behind, and with each thrust, my face was pushed into her lovely pussy. She adored the way I switched from broad licks to gently nibbling her labia to teasing flickers with just the tip of my tongue. Even then, I could read her so well that it took me only minutes to bring her to completion. And she’s multi-orgasmic, so I can keep her humming for as long as I like. She makes me feel like the sexiest woman on Earth when I have her laid out before me and quivering.

Katy experimented with women when she was in college. But it had been more than a decade since her last time when we finally got together. During our first three meetings, she restricted herself to breast play and kissing. She loved it when I dined on her lovely pussy, but hadn’t felt ready to reciprocate.  At the end of our third duo, she cradled my face in her hands and said that she was sad that she hadn’t been aggressive enough to insist on tasting me. We had another client arriving shortly, and needed to freshen up before he arrived. We got ready with an electric undercurrent buzzing in the air. The client who arrived was the lucky guy who experienced that progression. She licked me for the first time during that session. And after her first taste of me, she raised her head and looked at me in wonder. “You taste heavenly!” was all she said. I recognized that hunger and surprise in her eyes. It was exactly the same way I felt the first time I tasted her.

Katy has discovered just the right way to send my mind reeling. I enjoy oral sex, but it isn’t something that will bring me to completion. Katy still likes to lick me, but she knows what I need to get me there. Maybe it’s her fiber art and knitting that keeps her fingers nimble. Whatever it is, she has the most amazing hands. She knows just how to touch me. She uses just the right number of fingers for penetration and just the right technique, stroking my vaginal wall just behind my pubic bone and creating that perfect pressure that makes me lose myself completely to the sensations. She pinches my nipples and strokes my pussy inside and out in glorious combination. And when she feels me starting to contract around her fingers, she gets this amazing, triumphant, angelic smile on her face. We share the sweetest kisses right after one of us has made the other explode into stardust.    

One of our favorite clients asked if either of us would be willing to have a duo with him and one of his other friends. I was busy, and not really that interested in the other lady, so I declined. But I conveyed the message to Katy and let her know that the lady in question was ok. Katy replied that she saw us as so much more than business partners and didn’t want to play with any other ladies. And I was so glad to hear that she felt the same way I did. We are lovers, and we invite our clients to share in our connection. Part of what makes us so popular as partners is that our clients can tell that we genuinely love each other. And our passion and playfulness just naturally spill over into our time with them.

I helped Katy pick out flowers and trimmings for her wedding. She was very apologetic when she explained that it was to be a tiny affair with only 5 people present. She felt bad that she asked me to help and couldn’t invite me to the festivities. It was then that we established that there would never be any offense between us. We love each other like family. And I was just so overjoyed that she let me play a small part. I made a special treat for the wedding party to enjoy at the reception and donated fabric for the tablecloths and cushions. I was simply gleeful when she sent me pictures and I saw all my contributions in them. So I WAS there! And did I mention that her husband has a soul and wit that constantly charm me? What a beautiful, loving couple they are!

Katy and I have never played outside of business. That is where we interact sexually. She and her man have decided that outside play is only ok during business.  We have tentatively planned to share our love with our partners. You should see the smiles we sport when we play “let’s imagine” about what it would be like to share this wonderful connection with our dearest loved ones. So we decided to “keep it business” and make a trade. I’ll go and play with her and her husband, and in return, she’ll come and play with my man and me. We haven’t managed to make it happen yet. And now with her being so sick that having sex could kill her, we aren’t sure that we’ll get the chance to make that a reality. When she comes to town, we spend our non-business time trolling the discount stores and hobby shops. We giggle and try on clothes and plan our next crafting projects. We hunt eternally for the perfect pair of sexy high heels that won’t make my little Earth Mother feel unstable. We nibble on finger foods and talk about our mutual clients. In Katy, I have that rare combination of dearest friend and sweetest of lovers.  

Katy got sick about a month ago. She woke up in the middle of the night with her face covered in blood. It was her gums that were bleeding. Her husband feared that she had an abscessed tooth or something of that nature. When they couldn’t stop the bleeding, he rushed her to the emergency room. She has a rare condition in which her body is producing antibodies that attack her platelets. They have tested for all the usual causes. She doesn’t have any of them. It is a blood disease. It is not sexually transmitted. In fact, the doctors say she cannot transmit it at all. She doesn’t have lupus or leukemia. She does not have HIV. I don’t have the official name they’ve given to her malady so I won’t muddy the water by offering one. But the “normal” count of blood platelets is about 150,000–400,000 per mm. When they did a full blood analysis, her count was at 15,000. The doctors said that any little bump could cause internal bleeding that they would not be able to stop. She had a transfusion, and spent the next few weeks in bed wrapped in blankets. She kept her spirits up by working on her fiber art. And she started on a course of steroids. That seemed to work and her platelet count rose. We all thought she’d be right as rain in no time. She’d have to make some changes. No more wine or even aspirin for her ever. And constant vigilance for the rest of her life. But she was getting it under control.

Katy planned her first business trip for this week. Everything was looking great for her return. Her friends had missed her, and she was looking forward to a bit of income to offset the medical bills. Before she left her hometown, she had another blood test. The news isn’t good. Now, not only are her antibodies attacking her platelets so that her counts are down again, but they have started attacking other systems in her body. She wasn’t specific about which systems. But the doctors have decided that it’s time to employ more drastic treatments. Katy is starting chemotherapy this week.  

So, if you have any positivity to spare, just picture a lovely, petite redhead sitting in a Yurt in the mountains and send her a little strength. She has so much love and light inside her. She needs to be strong enough to shine again.

Warmest kisses and best of wishes for you and all of yours,
~Lola