I was waiting to get nervous, I was prepared for it.
But strangely, it never happened. I had been hoping, I guess, to experience some semblance of what my own clients must go through before their bookings, but almost annoyingly my heart rate never lifted. Perhaps I think it’s a good sign, that sex for me has become this safe place, a sanctuary from the world - even in new or different scenarios.
Today, for the first time, I am the client. Or at least, myself and my partner. Maybe that helped, that I was still in a familiar nurturing role - my partner was terribly nervous. I’m distracted with assuring him that we’re about to have a very memorable evening, that we would make him feel safe and sexy. Perhaps it also helped that I knew her - a friend kind enough to put on her sex working hat for us, to provide the uncomplicated threesome we’d been looking for. Well, our first threesome with a girl anyway.
As we approach her building, I wait for my pulse to race, but I’m calm as death, with the warmth of my love’s clammy hands reminding me of just how very alive we are. I know tonight will be just the medicine for my hellishly overworked, burnt out and too-brilliant man. I look at him, oh, he has no idea how much fun this will be.
I’m right of course. I run my life off instinct and I just knew this was going to be a great time. Our provider, as I already knew, is insanely hot, let’s not forget that we are here for my own taste for carnal adventures too. We take sips of our bubbles, stumbling a little for words, but it isn’t long before we’re showered and naked and laughing. I watch my love kiss her, and a flame ignites - nothing brings me more joy than seeing a partner of mine experience something, or someone new. My heart is full as I taste her lips, our hands full with eachother, his hands coming up behind me, reassuring and encouraging. Both professionals, we know to how to provide a little show, his mind taking snapshots of us looking up at him, with his dick in our mouths, always a little show of pussy here and there, teasing and beckoning. It’s fun. His face is happy and stunned, as we both straddle him like a motorbike in tandem, me exploring and fondling her while he’s inside me, until he begs me to stop. My mind still throws me flashbacks sometimes, of her generous chest painted with his cum, and the spine-tingling sounds that accompanied it. Heaven.
We return again a few weeks later, with a familiarity that aids the flow, and an equally well composed crescendo. My accommodating peer meets another partner of mine - you could say I have been greedy lately with pleasures of the flesh. It meets a need - we could certainly have tried our luck with other partners to scratch that itch, but we weighed up if it was worth tinkering with the balance of our polycule, and hiring a professional ended up being a no-brainer. A professional is always going to be mindful of our needs, you can be selective in terms of aesthetic, and they’re never going to be causing any hassle for you when you leave. All of the fun, none of the entanglement.
It might perhaps be impossible for me to have that authentic pre-booking client experience, because I know too much and I’m far too comfortable in the realms of the industry. Part of me wanted to say I truly understood, when clients described their jitters. But it certainly gave an interesting perspective on just how beneficial a no-strings indulgent professional experience can be. My partner’s shoulders dropped after our bookings with her, his mind off work for those precious few hours, his ‘mojo’ flourished and those memories are going to last us a lifetime. No drama, no games, no time-consuming dating or unicorn-hunting. We shared in something really beautiful together, and the money we spent never once crossed our minds - we were too busy fucking a lot with the new little spark we’d found in that room with her.
PETRA FOX
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