Why Maestro?
A master usually in an art. That’s the definition of maestro from the Merriam-Webster dictionary. And why I call him Maestro. Il Maestro, mystic maestro – my best friend, teacher and absolutely best lover EVER.
“I love your pussy more than you do.”
The relationship between me and my pussy was so awful the past year I couldn’t even bother to give myself an orgasm. Stress and unhappiness caused us to stop communicating. But Maestro’s love, patience and all-consuming desire for my pussy re-ignited my libido. He is a master in the art of cunnilingus, pleasing women, cooking, building cool shit, and shibari. Anything I can imagine, he can build. And lucky me, I’m his faithful moose. (Hahaha … our version of a muse. Even bought a stuffed moose for the bedroom!)
He inspires me every day, makes me cum 4-5 times a day. No kidding – I had 3 orgasms this morning. I said he was a pussy master, right? And his cock is … magnificent. Majestic. Mesmerizing. You want size, stamina, and advanced techniques? He’s got it. But best of all? I’ve never laughed so much in bed than with Maestro. Serious sex is so joyless. And we have fun following our dreams every fucking day. Mostly naked.
