In my line of work, you don't fall in love. You don't think about love. You don't even believe love exists. I had this down pact. I didn't follow up with any clients. I refused to meet with them again if I thought lines could be blurred and to be honest, I never really felt anything towards anyone. Until I met Luke.
Luke is from Texas. His brother, Mark made arrangements for me to join them for an investor event two Octobers ago. Something about family run businesses make men very, very successful. A decent amount of my clients are business partners with their brothers, cousins, fathers etc. Luke and his brother Mark own a cattle ranch (typical, right?) in South Texas and were hosting an event to hopefully attract new investors so they could expand.
I had no idea what to expect. I'm a city girl. I had never even seen an old Western movie.. So I was pretty much going into the weekend blind. When I arrived, the most beautiful man was waiting for me at the airport. Well over 6 feet, deep dark brown eyes, full lips with dirty blonde hair poking out of his Stetson. His jeans fit him perfectly, hugging his muscular thighs, and a plain white t-shirt that left just enough to the imagination. His stubble was more than a few days old, and I knew right off the bat that this wasn't Mark.
Luke introduced himself to me as Mark's younger brother, and my stomach did flip flops. If Luke looked like this, I couldn't wait to see what the more mature brother looked like. He took my bags and led me to the lot where his truck was parked. It was a rough 40 minute drive to the ranch, so we occupied the time with small talk. I was almost one hundred percent sure that the attraction between us was mutual, but this man hid well under the brim of his hat.
When we arrived at the ranch, Mark was waiting in his office. These two men looked nothing alike, and I couldn't hide my disappointment. Mark was shorter than me, and I wasn't even wearing heels yet. His receding hairline was a salt and peppery mash of black and brown and his eyes were flat and lifeless. To be honest, he looked as if he'd been awake for a week straight. I couldn't believe they were related, let alone brothers.
We talked briefly about the event, and what I would do in the meantime. I was to be available to him Saturday evening, but the rest of my time there was free to do what I wanted. Mark asked Luke to show me to my room and until then I hadn't realized that I would be staying right there on the ranch.
I followed Luke down the hall and up two sets of stairs to the guest suite. It had a private entrance as well as the back entrance through the main house, and Luke gave me the key to both doors. He guaranteed that no one would bother coming around, but better to keep the doors locked, just in case someone got lost during the night. Apparently that happens when you live in such a big home.
Before he left, Luke turned to me once more and asked if I needed anything else to be comfortable. I shook my head "no" and a slight smile crept across his face.
"If you need anything at all, give me a call." Luke slipped me a sheet of paper with phone numbers to his cell phone, the main house and a few local restaurants that would deliver food if I got hungry. I smiled and thanked him, and as if on cue my stomach growled. I saw that smile creep on his face again but instead he tipped his hat and turned to walk away.
Right away I pulled out my phone and sent James a text. "Client's bother is a total hottie. How will I survive the weekend?"
He replied a few minutes later with "bang him for free...". James has always been so sexually free and always says exactly what pops in his head. I can't lie and say it didn't cross my mind though.. I laughed to myself before deciding that was a horrible idea. I could not let anything or anyone distract me from doing my job. I shook all thoughts from my head and ordered some food before jumping in the shower, hoping to wash away every impure thought and feeling before bed.
I jumped in the extremely comfortable bed and started to drift into a deep slumber... I had no idea what the next day had in store for me.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
25.10.16
30.8.16
Tanner
Have you ever been to California?
No? Me either.
Tanner was from California, and completely turned me off of the state. He's a good looking kid... Dark hair, dark eyes, typical surfer's body and tan. His dad bought him a night with me for his 21st birthday. What else do you buy a spoiled rich kid that already has everything?
Don't get me wrong, I was very attracted to Tanner. But personality wise, I couldn't stand him. At the end of the day I'm not required to like any of my clients, but being able to tolerate them is slightly helpful.
Originally I was going to fly in to California, but a last minute change of their plans led to me staying in Miami. Something about a famous DJ playing at one of the clubs... I never understood the rave scene. Tanner and his "bros" flew in on the Friday night, ready to party. He had no idea I was waiting in his room, and threatened to call security, but called his father instead. I could hear his snarky voice through the phone "have fun, my son". I tried to hide my eye roll.
Tanner's party boy mood completely changed. He got rid of his friends and turned into a serious man for all of three minutes. He offered me a beverage, which I declined, and started to undress himself.
He paused and pointed at the bed. "So do I just lay there?" He was serious.
"I'm sorry?"
"Do you do all the work or do I have to.. you know.. reciprocate?"
I paused for a quick minute thinking about how to answer him without sounding like a raging bitch. "It's your night. Whatever you want to do, we'll do." I smiled.
"Sweet... I like it when the girl does all the work." Typical.
He jumped on to the bed.. literally jumped.. and sprawled out. I was still dressed and standing far enough from the bed that he caught my eye roll.
"Is this not your job?" His tone dripping in annoyance. I took too long to answer him so he stood up and walked over towards me. "I'm sure my father would love to hear about what a failure you are. One phone call will end your career."
"That's funny that you think your father has that much power." His father is some hot shot (in his own head) lawyer in Cali that literally no one cares about.
"Try me."
I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. I debated returning the money and cancelling the night, but instead I sent a quick text to James.
If you don't hear from me in an hour, call 911. (I added the location and room number)
Kay.. be safe! He replied back instantly.
James is cool. He's one of my only friends that I can completely trust with my life. If anything were to happen to me, I know he would be the first one there. He also never questions why I do what I do, which is a bonus.
I looked back up at Tanner, he was standing a few feet away from me with his phone in his left hand.. his eyes never left mine. "So.. do I make the phone call or not?"
I took the few steps towards him and removed the phone from his hand. His complete demeanor changed. I could tell no one has ever challenged him. "Lay on the bed."
"I.. what?"
"Lay on the bed." I repeated. "You tried to threaten my career.. my livelihood.. so now I'm in charge."
"But.. why.."
"Look kid.. you're either going to have the most mind blowing sexual experience or I'm walking out that door. That's completely up to you, but don't even think I won't tell your father that you pussied out."
Tanner's mouth dropped curled up at the side. "Alrighty then."
We did what we did and it was so far below average. I didn't put my one hundred percent in and if he did, then he's gonna need to practice.. A LOT.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
No? Me either.
Tanner was from California, and completely turned me off of the state. He's a good looking kid... Dark hair, dark eyes, typical surfer's body and tan. His dad bought him a night with me for his 21st birthday. What else do you buy a spoiled rich kid that already has everything?
Don't get me wrong, I was very attracted to Tanner. But personality wise, I couldn't stand him. At the end of the day I'm not required to like any of my clients, but being able to tolerate them is slightly helpful.
Originally I was going to fly in to California, but a last minute change of their plans led to me staying in Miami. Something about a famous DJ playing at one of the clubs... I never understood the rave scene. Tanner and his "bros" flew in on the Friday night, ready to party. He had no idea I was waiting in his room, and threatened to call security, but called his father instead. I could hear his snarky voice through the phone "have fun, my son". I tried to hide my eye roll.
Tanner's party boy mood completely changed. He got rid of his friends and turned into a serious man for all of three minutes. He offered me a beverage, which I declined, and started to undress himself.
He paused and pointed at the bed. "So do I just lay there?" He was serious.
"I'm sorry?"
"Do you do all the work or do I have to.. you know.. reciprocate?"
I paused for a quick minute thinking about how to answer him without sounding like a raging bitch. "It's your night. Whatever you want to do, we'll do." I smiled.
"Sweet... I like it when the girl does all the work." Typical.
He jumped on to the bed.. literally jumped.. and sprawled out. I was still dressed and standing far enough from the bed that he caught my eye roll.
"Is this not your job?" His tone dripping in annoyance. I took too long to answer him so he stood up and walked over towards me. "I'm sure my father would love to hear about what a failure you are. One phone call will end your career."
"That's funny that you think your father has that much power." His father is some hot shot (in his own head) lawyer in Cali that literally no one cares about.
"Try me."
I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. I debated returning the money and cancelling the night, but instead I sent a quick text to James.
If you don't hear from me in an hour, call 911. (I added the location and room number)
Kay.. be safe! He replied back instantly.
James is cool. He's one of my only friends that I can completely trust with my life. If anything were to happen to me, I know he would be the first one there. He also never questions why I do what I do, which is a bonus.
I looked back up at Tanner, he was standing a few feet away from me with his phone in his left hand.. his eyes never left mine. "So.. do I make the phone call or not?"
I took the few steps towards him and removed the phone from his hand. His complete demeanor changed. I could tell no one has ever challenged him. "Lay on the bed."
"I.. what?"
"Lay on the bed." I repeated. "You tried to threaten my career.. my livelihood.. so now I'm in charge."
"But.. why.."
"Look kid.. you're either going to have the most mind blowing sexual experience or I'm walking out that door. That's completely up to you, but don't even think I won't tell your father that you pussied out."
Tanner's mouth dropped curled up at the side. "Alrighty then."
We did what we did and it was so far below average. I didn't put my one hundred percent in and if he did, then he's gonna need to practice.. A LOT.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
10.8.16
Derrick
Hi all, sorry for the random disappearance. I decided to take a few weeks to go back home. I also just wanted to add that these "diary entries" are in no particular order... I just write about each man as they pop into my head. Let's continue..
Derrick is married. He's always been married. Well, not always, he was a child once. But for the time I've known him, he's been a married man. I received an email from him late one Friday night. Him and his wife were coming into the city and he wanted to see me. I was curious as to where he would tell his wife he was while he was with me, but it's never my place to ask questions, so I agreed to meet with him late Saturday afternoon.
When I walked into the hotel lobby, I immediately felt his presence. Derrick has been a client of mine for about a year and a half. He's a middle aged man (probably 45 ish) about 6ft tall, dirty blonde almost curly hair, deep and dark chestnut brown eyes and a jaw line that could cut glass. He lives in North Florida, so he frequently takes trips down into Miami for business... and pleasure.
Derrick and I met through another client that referred him to me. We've been "working" together for so long that it's almost as if we have an unspoken friendship. This business is so weird sometimes. You don't realize how business men really work until your deep into the circuit. While their wives are referring hair stylists and diamond setters, their husbands are sharing mistresses. It was strange in the beginning, but for where I am today, it's just business.
He walked towards me and smiled. Derrick took one of my hands in his and kissed it softly. When I'm in a public place, that's the only amount of physical touch I allow. "It's nice to see you again, Jules."
I smiled and proceeded to walk towards the elevator. There is one particular hotel here in Miami that allows me to rent a room year round. We have an agreement that allows me to call 24 hours in advance, and they'll have a room prepared for me. They don't know what I do for a living, they just know I come to the city often for business. I walked in and pressed the button for the 12th floor. The door barely closed before Derrick had me pinned to the wall. His hands undoing my bra from underneath my shirt. That's his thing. He likes it rough. His wife only believes in missionary sex, which, I can't knock. It gets the job done. But that woman has no idea what she's missing out on.
When we finally reached our floor, Derrick asked what the room number was and pulled me down the hall by my arm. He's not usually this aggressive or this eager, so I could tell this man was not in the mood for small talk or foreplay of any kind. He ripped the key card out of my hand, opened the door and threw me on the bed. I mean threw me like a rag doll. If it had been any other man, I would have been a little scared, but I knew Derrick well enough to know I wasn't in any danger.
He wasted no time in getting naked and climbing on top of me. "Jules, I'm gonna need you to get naked. That's kind of how this works."
I looked him in the eyes, searching for a sign that he was indeed okay to continue, and nodded. I shimmied out of my clothes, he was still on top of me, so it was a little hard. I looked up at him again and reminded him to wrap it up. "Condom."
He let out a few profanities and pushed himself off of me. He walked towards his discarded pants and searched the pockets. Nothing. He searched his wallet. Nothing. "Fuck, Jules, tell me you have one."
I didn't. I was clean out. Derrick always comes prepared <-- see what I did there. He always has multiple too, just in case. So there we were, both naked, both aroused. He started pacing back and forth and I did something I have never done, and will I ever do again. "Do you trust me?"
"What?"
"Do you trust me?" I repeated. "If I said it was okay to not use one, this one time only, would you trust that I'm clean?"
"I.. Jules, I have a wife."
"Are you telling me you're not clean?"
"No, she hasn't even let me touch her in the last six months." He brushed his hand through his hair and I understood his sudden urgency. I stood up from the bed and walked up to him. He looked me up and down, contemplating. "I need you so bad right now. I can't wait."
I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him down to my level. "I need you to understand that this is the first and last time I will ever allow this to happen."
Derrick nodded, and pulled me in for a long, hard kiss. I took him into my hands and started stroking. I love feeling a man grow in my hands. He let out a low groan and started walking me backwards towards the bed. He stopped just before the edge and turned me so that I was facing away from him. He wrapped his arms around the front of me, one on my breast and the other moved up in between my legs.
Derrick has thick, strong fingers. Just one stroke up my slit and I was ready for him. I leaned forward so that my bare booty rubbed across him and he groaned again. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, his mouth on my neck now. Derrick likes to take charge so I allowed him to make the next move. He traced soft bites from my neck to my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. I turned to face him again and his face softened.
"Everything okay?" I asked him.
"Can we take it slow this time? Not so rough?"
I nodded and smiled. "We can do whatever you want."
Derrick picked me up and carried me to the sofa. He sat back and I straddled him, never breaking our eye contact. We stayed like that for almost a whole minute before he made a move again. "You're so beautiful, Jules. Why would you put yourself through this?"
"Please don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't turn this in to more than what it is."
"I'm just making a simple observation. Plus if I'm about to fuck someone that isn't my wife, bare back, I should be allowed to ask a few questions."
I hate answering questions about myself, so I took his cock into my hands and slid down on to it. Slowly. I forgot what it was like to have sex without a condom. It felt amazing. "Well I would prefer more fucking and less talking."
Derrick let out a low growl and slapped my ass. "That's my girl."
When we were finished, I hopped in the shower, and vowed to get tested ASAP. For some unknown reason I trusted Derrick, but for my mental sanity and for the reputation of my business, I needed to be one thousand percent sure. By the time I got out of the shower, Derrick was gone.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
Derrick is married. He's always been married. Well, not always, he was a child once. But for the time I've known him, he's been a married man. I received an email from him late one Friday night. Him and his wife were coming into the city and he wanted to see me. I was curious as to where he would tell his wife he was while he was with me, but it's never my place to ask questions, so I agreed to meet with him late Saturday afternoon.
When I walked into the hotel lobby, I immediately felt his presence. Derrick has been a client of mine for about a year and a half. He's a middle aged man (probably 45 ish) about 6ft tall, dirty blonde almost curly hair, deep and dark chestnut brown eyes and a jaw line that could cut glass. He lives in North Florida, so he frequently takes trips down into Miami for business... and pleasure.
Derrick and I met through another client that referred him to me. We've been "working" together for so long that it's almost as if we have an unspoken friendship. This business is so weird sometimes. You don't realize how business men really work until your deep into the circuit. While their wives are referring hair stylists and diamond setters, their husbands are sharing mistresses. It was strange in the beginning, but for where I am today, it's just business.
He walked towards me and smiled. Derrick took one of my hands in his and kissed it softly. When I'm in a public place, that's the only amount of physical touch I allow. "It's nice to see you again, Jules."
I smiled and proceeded to walk towards the elevator. There is one particular hotel here in Miami that allows me to rent a room year round. We have an agreement that allows me to call 24 hours in advance, and they'll have a room prepared for me. They don't know what I do for a living, they just know I come to the city often for business. I walked in and pressed the button for the 12th floor. The door barely closed before Derrick had me pinned to the wall. His hands undoing my bra from underneath my shirt. That's his thing. He likes it rough. His wife only believes in missionary sex, which, I can't knock. It gets the job done. But that woman has no idea what she's missing out on.
When we finally reached our floor, Derrick asked what the room number was and pulled me down the hall by my arm. He's not usually this aggressive or this eager, so I could tell this man was not in the mood for small talk or foreplay of any kind. He ripped the key card out of my hand, opened the door and threw me on the bed. I mean threw me like a rag doll. If it had been any other man, I would have been a little scared, but I knew Derrick well enough to know I wasn't in any danger.
He wasted no time in getting naked and climbing on top of me. "Jules, I'm gonna need you to get naked. That's kind of how this works."
I looked him in the eyes, searching for a sign that he was indeed okay to continue, and nodded. I shimmied out of my clothes, he was still on top of me, so it was a little hard. I looked up at him again and reminded him to wrap it up. "Condom."
He let out a few profanities and pushed himself off of me. He walked towards his discarded pants and searched the pockets. Nothing. He searched his wallet. Nothing. "Fuck, Jules, tell me you have one."
I didn't. I was clean out. Derrick always comes prepared <-- see what I did there. He always has multiple too, just in case. So there we were, both naked, both aroused. He started pacing back and forth and I did something I have never done, and will I ever do again. "Do you trust me?"
"What?"
"Do you trust me?" I repeated. "If I said it was okay to not use one, this one time only, would you trust that I'm clean?"
"I.. Jules, I have a wife."
"Are you telling me you're not clean?"
"No, she hasn't even let me touch her in the last six months." He brushed his hand through his hair and I understood his sudden urgency. I stood up from the bed and walked up to him. He looked me up and down, contemplating. "I need you so bad right now. I can't wait."
I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him down to my level. "I need you to understand that this is the first and last time I will ever allow this to happen."
Derrick nodded, and pulled me in for a long, hard kiss. I took him into my hands and started stroking. I love feeling a man grow in my hands. He let out a low groan and started walking me backwards towards the bed. He stopped just before the edge and turned me so that I was facing away from him. He wrapped his arms around the front of me, one on my breast and the other moved up in between my legs.
Derrick has thick, strong fingers. Just one stroke up my slit and I was ready for him. I leaned forward so that my bare booty rubbed across him and he groaned again. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, his mouth on my neck now. Derrick likes to take charge so I allowed him to make the next move. He traced soft bites from my neck to my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. I turned to face him again and his face softened.
"Everything okay?" I asked him.
"Can we take it slow this time? Not so rough?"
I nodded and smiled. "We can do whatever you want."
Derrick picked me up and carried me to the sofa. He sat back and I straddled him, never breaking our eye contact. We stayed like that for almost a whole minute before he made a move again. "You're so beautiful, Jules. Why would you put yourself through this?"
"Please don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't turn this in to more than what it is."
"I'm just making a simple observation. Plus if I'm about to fuck someone that isn't my wife, bare back, I should be allowed to ask a few questions."
I hate answering questions about myself, so I took his cock into my hands and slid down on to it. Slowly. I forgot what it was like to have sex without a condom. It felt amazing. "Well I would prefer more fucking and less talking."
Derrick let out a low growl and slapped my ass. "That's my girl."
When we were finished, I hopped in the shower, and vowed to get tested ASAP. For some unknown reason I trusted Derrick, but for my mental sanity and for the reputation of my business, I needed to be one thousand percent sure. By the time I got out of the shower, Derrick was gone.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
22.6.16
Kyle
I ended my deal with Paolo a year and a half after it began.
Being with Paolo was strangely liberating. He never once brought up money.. he had it deposited into a bank account weekly. He never made me feel like I was a paid either. Every time we were together was filled with laughter, exciting adventures, and mind blowing sex. We had a lot of fun, but I slowly realized that I didn't want to be his anymore. I wanted to move on. The money that I was making with Paolo had allowed me to quit my job and live a lifestyle that I never thought would be mine. I knew I could do this for myself... I just needed to figure out how.
I met Sammy at an event when I was working with Paolo. He was one of his business associates from Jamaica, and frequently made his way to Miami for meetings or events. Sammy was an older man, maybe in his late fifties, with a son that was around my age.. 24 at the time. He took a liking to me right away, and I did to him as well. He was such a cheery older man, always laughing and smiling. I felt instantly drawn to him, in more of a fatherly way than anything else.
We kept in touch after I left Paolo, and although we never spoke about our private life, Sammy knew about our arrangement. Kyle, Sammy's son, was going to be in town for a week, so Sammy called me up and asked if I wouldn't mind showing him all of the hot spots... and then some. I believe his exact words were "Show my son a good time, the way you did for Paolo. I'll take care of the money." Until then, I hadn't worked on my own. I was nervous, yet excited. Kyle was going to be my first official client.
Kyle arrived on a Tuesday afternoon with his soccer team. They were in town for some training that would last Wednesday through Friday, but he was staying a few extra days. I didn't officially meet him until Thursday evening. We had been emailing back and forth and made plans to meet at his hotel for drinks.
Rule 1: Exchange email addresses, not phone numbers. (There's a trace in case things go wrong, and it's a lot harder for someone to find out where you live. Safety first!)
Kyle seemed sweet and shy. He knew who I was, and had heard all about me from his father. He admitted to not knowing what to do with me, and I assured him that I would handle everything. We agreed on meeting Friday for dinner at one of my favorite restaurants at Hollywood beach, which is about 40 minutes from my home in Miami. I figured it would be easier to take clients somewhere neither one of us would be easily recognized.
Our dinner went well, but I could tell he was nervous for what would come later. We had been drinking throughout dinner and by the time we made it to his hotel, Kyle was a very different man.. confident, sexual and borderline piggish. When he asked me up to his hotel room, I agreed. I was just as horny if not more so than him.
We entered the room and again he seemed nervous. I knew I had to relax him, or this wouldn't end well so I made him remove his shirt and lie face down on the bed. I came up behind him and placed one leg on either side of his body, sitting on his butt. One thing about Jamaican guys... they have nice plump behinds. I traced up and down his back with my nails, a relaxing technique my mom used on me as a child. His breathing slowed and I knew he was on his way. I stood up to grab some lotion from the bathroom and when I came back he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
I walked over to him and stood between his legs, rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked.
Rule 2: Never do anything you or the other party are completely uncomfortable with.
He rested his head on my stomach and exhaled. "More than you know."
"Okay." I whispered. I pulled his head up and kissed him softly. He lifted my shirt over my head and undid the zipper on my jeans.
My pants were tight to my body so I had to physically bend down and peel them off. Not very sexy, but necessary. I stood in front of Kyle, in just my bra and panties, waiting for him to make the next move. I like leaving the client in charge, it needs to happen at a pace they're comfortable with. He rubbed his hands down the sides of my legs and back up, caressing my breasts.
"Take your bra off."
I did as I was told.
"Now the bottoms."
I removed my panties.
Standing completely nude in front of a half dressed man would intimidate most women, but to me, I felt liberated. I love the way a man's hungry eyes run across your naked body. My body is my money maker, so I always make sure I'm well groomed, and physically fit.
"Come." He signaled for me to walk towards him. He stood, switching places with me, and laid me back so that I was resting on the backs of my arms. He undid his belt and pant buttons, but didn't remove them.
I sighed unknowingly. I was becoming frustrated at how slow he was going, but again, I had to let him dictate the pace.
Kyle laid himself on top of me and rubbed his hand between my legs. "You want it so bad, don't you? You're already wet for me."
"Mmm... Yes."
He continued to work his hands between my legs. He wasn't as good at that as Paolo. Paolo left me wanting more of him. Kyle had me wishing he would hurry up and get me off. He finally stood up, removing his pants and boxers in one motion. When I saw what he was working with, I needed it even more. I've been with my share of men, but none compared in size. Kyle was huge. HUGE. I watched as he fit the condom over himself, again taking his sweet ass time. I had a feeling he was doing this on purpose.
Rule 3: ALWAYS use protection. No excuses. No condom, no sex.
Until this point, I had let him take his time, but I needed to make sure I got some in this century... so I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him aggressively, he got the hint. Slow and steady Kyle turned into the ferocious beast that I craved. He slid into me hard and fast, pausing for a bit allowing me to get used to his size, and when I gave him the okay, continued.
Kyle then spun me around, so that I was laying face down on the bed, and entered me from behind. I cried out as he hit every pleasure spot that I possess. He took my hand and rubbed my clit with it while he pounded in and out of me. I was a hot shaking mess within minutes. Kyle came not long after and fell on top of me. I could feel him still inside me, and even though I was spent, I wanted him again. I couldn't believe that this was the same man from an hour earlier.
We spent the rest of the weekend in that hotel room. Kyle fucked me in every position, on every surface. We ordered room service when we got hungry, and only left the room when he had to catch his flight home. Kyle promised to let me know the next time he was in town, but I never heard from him again. Sammy sent me a thank you email a few weeks later, promising to send me more business. A promise he kept. I will continue to be thankful to him. His endless list of business associates are the reason I have a career to this date.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
Being with Paolo was strangely liberating. He never once brought up money.. he had it deposited into a bank account weekly. He never made me feel like I was a paid either. Every time we were together was filled with laughter, exciting adventures, and mind blowing sex. We had a lot of fun, but I slowly realized that I didn't want to be his anymore. I wanted to move on. The money that I was making with Paolo had allowed me to quit my job and live a lifestyle that I never thought would be mine. I knew I could do this for myself... I just needed to figure out how.
I met Sammy at an event when I was working with Paolo. He was one of his business associates from Jamaica, and frequently made his way to Miami for meetings or events. Sammy was an older man, maybe in his late fifties, with a son that was around my age.. 24 at the time. He took a liking to me right away, and I did to him as well. He was such a cheery older man, always laughing and smiling. I felt instantly drawn to him, in more of a fatherly way than anything else.
We kept in touch after I left Paolo, and although we never spoke about our private life, Sammy knew about our arrangement. Kyle, Sammy's son, was going to be in town for a week, so Sammy called me up and asked if I wouldn't mind showing him all of the hot spots... and then some. I believe his exact words were "Show my son a good time, the way you did for Paolo. I'll take care of the money." Until then, I hadn't worked on my own. I was nervous, yet excited. Kyle was going to be my first official client.
Kyle arrived on a Tuesday afternoon with his soccer team. They were in town for some training that would last Wednesday through Friday, but he was staying a few extra days. I didn't officially meet him until Thursday evening. We had been emailing back and forth and made plans to meet at his hotel for drinks.
Rule 1: Exchange email addresses, not phone numbers. (There's a trace in case things go wrong, and it's a lot harder for someone to find out where you live. Safety first!)
Kyle seemed sweet and shy. He knew who I was, and had heard all about me from his father. He admitted to not knowing what to do with me, and I assured him that I would handle everything. We agreed on meeting Friday for dinner at one of my favorite restaurants at Hollywood beach, which is about 40 minutes from my home in Miami. I figured it would be easier to take clients somewhere neither one of us would be easily recognized.
Our dinner went well, but I could tell he was nervous for what would come later. We had been drinking throughout dinner and by the time we made it to his hotel, Kyle was a very different man.. confident, sexual and borderline piggish. When he asked me up to his hotel room, I agreed. I was just as horny if not more so than him.
We entered the room and again he seemed nervous. I knew I had to relax him, or this wouldn't end well so I made him remove his shirt and lie face down on the bed. I came up behind him and placed one leg on either side of his body, sitting on his butt. One thing about Jamaican guys... they have nice plump behinds. I traced up and down his back with my nails, a relaxing technique my mom used on me as a child. His breathing slowed and I knew he was on his way. I stood up to grab some lotion from the bathroom and when I came back he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
I walked over to him and stood between his legs, rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked.
Rule 2: Never do anything you or the other party are completely uncomfortable with.
He rested his head on my stomach and exhaled. "More than you know."
"Okay." I whispered. I pulled his head up and kissed him softly. He lifted my shirt over my head and undid the zipper on my jeans.
My pants were tight to my body so I had to physically bend down and peel them off. Not very sexy, but necessary. I stood in front of Kyle, in just my bra and panties, waiting for him to make the next move. I like leaving the client in charge, it needs to happen at a pace they're comfortable with. He rubbed his hands down the sides of my legs and back up, caressing my breasts.
"Take your bra off."
I did as I was told.
"Now the bottoms."
I removed my panties.
Standing completely nude in front of a half dressed man would intimidate most women, but to me, I felt liberated. I love the way a man's hungry eyes run across your naked body. My body is my money maker, so I always make sure I'm well groomed, and physically fit.
"Come." He signaled for me to walk towards him. He stood, switching places with me, and laid me back so that I was resting on the backs of my arms. He undid his belt and pant buttons, but didn't remove them.
I sighed unknowingly. I was becoming frustrated at how slow he was going, but again, I had to let him dictate the pace.
Kyle laid himself on top of me and rubbed his hand between my legs. "You want it so bad, don't you? You're already wet for me."
"Mmm... Yes."
He continued to work his hands between my legs. He wasn't as good at that as Paolo. Paolo left me wanting more of him. Kyle had me wishing he would hurry up and get me off. He finally stood up, removing his pants and boxers in one motion. When I saw what he was working with, I needed it even more. I've been with my share of men, but none compared in size. Kyle was huge. HUGE. I watched as he fit the condom over himself, again taking his sweet ass time. I had a feeling he was doing this on purpose.
Rule 3: ALWAYS use protection. No excuses. No condom, no sex.
Until this point, I had let him take his time, but I needed to make sure I got some in this century... so I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him aggressively, he got the hint. Slow and steady Kyle turned into the ferocious beast that I craved. He slid into me hard and fast, pausing for a bit allowing me to get used to his size, and when I gave him the okay, continued.
Kyle then spun me around, so that I was laying face down on the bed, and entered me from behind. I cried out as he hit every pleasure spot that I possess. He took my hand and rubbed my clit with it while he pounded in and out of me. I was a hot shaking mess within minutes. Kyle came not long after and fell on top of me. I could feel him still inside me, and even though I was spent, I wanted him again. I couldn't believe that this was the same man from an hour earlier.
We spent the rest of the weekend in that hotel room. Kyle fucked me in every position, on every surface. We ordered room service when we got hungry, and only left the room when he had to catch his flight home. Kyle promised to let me know the next time he was in town, but I never heard from him again. Sammy sent me a thank you email a few weeks later, promising to send me more business. A promise he kept. I will continue to be thankful to him. His endless list of business associates are the reason I have a career to this date.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
20.6.16
The Agreement
Thursday came and went.
I had completely pushed Paolo out of my mind. I wasn't new to the whole casual sex lifestyle. I was actually pretty good at it. You get what you need and you leave. No attachments. No pretending to care about the other person. No regrets. No one had ever promised to find me though.
Friday morning, at around 6 am there was a knock at my door. I was still in bed, so I ignored it. Two minutes later, another louder knock. I figured I better answer before whoever it was broke my door down. I've always slept naked, so I just pulled on a robe and tied it tight around my waist.
"Juliette. You are a difficult woman to track down."
"What the hell are you doing here?" I pulled my robe tighter.
"I told you I wanted to speak with you."
"That's what phones are for. How do you even know where I live?"
"My brother is friends with your friend James." was all he said. I wanted to kill James. He was supposed to have my back- not give my address to random weirdos. "Are you going to invite me in?"
I thought about it for a while. If he was going to kill me... he had the perfect opportunity a few nights ago. I moved to the side, and let him slip by me. "Okay. So why did you need to speak to me? You don't have a disease do you?" I started to panic. That thought had just crept into my mind.
"No." He chuckled. "I have a proposition for you." He sat on the couch and crossed one leg over the other.
"Okaaayyy..." I sat across from him.
"Juliette. I live in Brazil. My brother and I own a company that, well, it doesn't matter what we do, but he runs the American site. I fly in about two to three times a month and would like to see you."
"Oh.. well, I don't do relationships. I'm not your girl, sorry." I stood up, hoping he would follow. He didn't.
"That's not what I'm asking you." He replied sternly. I sat back down.
"Okay so what do you want from me? Sex?" I have to admit.. as much as I was offended, I was still intrigued.
"Yes. I would pay you though. Think of it as a business transaction."
"So you want me to prostitute myself out to you?"
"Juliette. It's not prostitution. You'll be providing a service, and I would be paying for your service. You clearly enjoyed yourself the other night. Why not get paid for it."
I looked at him blankly. Was that not what prostitution was? And I'm pretty sure it's illegal. "I really don't think.."
"I'll have ten thousand dollars for you every visit."
"Why do you feel like you need to pay me?"
"I don't need to. I want to." He kept his stern tone. "Juliette, you have something that I can not stop thinking about. I'm in no position to have emotional relationships, but physical relationships are something completely different. I would expect a few things from you though, that is why I am offering you so much money."
"Such as.."
"You are to always be fully groomed, head to toe. Should there be any event that I need to attend, you will accompany me. There will be times you will have to pretend to be someone you aren't, I will prep you for that. There may also be travelling involved, I will cover those expenses as well. You will sign a non-disclosure agreement. No one is to know about our deal."
I nodded as I was following along with his points. "You're crazy." I said. "There is no way in hell I would ever sell my body. You have balls coming here." I stood up a second time and walked towards the front door. He needed to leave.
"Juliette." Paolo whispered. He had managed to get up and stand behind me without me even noticing. "Please think about this." He traced his finger down my spine, causing me to shudder. "We make each other feel good." He kissed behind my ear. "Think about it." He pulled open my robe, and let it fall to the floor. "I knew you weren't wearing anything underneath." I let out a shaky breath.
Paolo spun me around so I was facing him and with one arm lifted me off the ground. He pinned me against the wall, kissing me softly and rubbing his body against mine. I let out a slight moan and he smirked against my lips. The cold metal of his belt buckle between my legs made me need him more. I was ready and wanting him and he knew that. He put two fingers where his belt buckle was and thrust them inside me.
I moaned again, louder than the first time. He fucked me with his fingers harder and harder. I was on the edge of my orgasm when he pulled them out and put me back on the ground. "What.. Why.. You can't stop now!" I protested, trying to catch my breath.
He pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his fingers and said. "Let me know your decision by the end of the day." Paolo opened the front door and walked out of my house, leaving me naked and very very horny. I stood in shock for all of five minutes before I hopped in the shower and finished myself off. Yes, I masturbate. This is an adult blog.
When I got home from work that night, I found a business card on my side table. I hadn't seen Paolo drop one, but he clearly did. I had been thinking about his "business proposal" all day long. That was all I could think of. There were many reasons for me making the decision that I did.
I picked up my phone and dialed Paolo's number. He picked up on the first ring.
"I'll do it." Was all I said.
"I know." He answered.
The call went dead and I sat in my living room in silence. I debated calling him back and telling him I changed my mind, but I didn't. I loved sex. Why wouldn't I want to be paid for doing what I love?
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
I had completely pushed Paolo out of my mind. I wasn't new to the whole casual sex lifestyle. I was actually pretty good at it. You get what you need and you leave. No attachments. No pretending to care about the other person. No regrets. No one had ever promised to find me though.
Friday morning, at around 6 am there was a knock at my door. I was still in bed, so I ignored it. Two minutes later, another louder knock. I figured I better answer before whoever it was broke my door down. I've always slept naked, so I just pulled on a robe and tied it tight around my waist.
"Juliette. You are a difficult woman to track down."
"What the hell are you doing here?" I pulled my robe tighter.
"I told you I wanted to speak with you."
"That's what phones are for. How do you even know where I live?"
"My brother is friends with your friend James." was all he said. I wanted to kill James. He was supposed to have my back- not give my address to random weirdos. "Are you going to invite me in?"
I thought about it for a while. If he was going to kill me... he had the perfect opportunity a few nights ago. I moved to the side, and let him slip by me. "Okay. So why did you need to speak to me? You don't have a disease do you?" I started to panic. That thought had just crept into my mind.
"No." He chuckled. "I have a proposition for you." He sat on the couch and crossed one leg over the other.
"Okaaayyy..." I sat across from him.
"Juliette. I live in Brazil. My brother and I own a company that, well, it doesn't matter what we do, but he runs the American site. I fly in about two to three times a month and would like to see you."
"Oh.. well, I don't do relationships. I'm not your girl, sorry." I stood up, hoping he would follow. He didn't.
"That's not what I'm asking you." He replied sternly. I sat back down.
"Okay so what do you want from me? Sex?" I have to admit.. as much as I was offended, I was still intrigued.
"Yes. I would pay you though. Think of it as a business transaction."
"So you want me to prostitute myself out to you?"
"Juliette. It's not prostitution. You'll be providing a service, and I would be paying for your service. You clearly enjoyed yourself the other night. Why not get paid for it."
I looked at him blankly. Was that not what prostitution was? And I'm pretty sure it's illegal. "I really don't think.."
"I'll have ten thousand dollars for you every visit."
"Why do you feel like you need to pay me?"
"I don't need to. I want to." He kept his stern tone. "Juliette, you have something that I can not stop thinking about. I'm in no position to have emotional relationships, but physical relationships are something completely different. I would expect a few things from you though, that is why I am offering you so much money."
"Such as.."
"You are to always be fully groomed, head to toe. Should there be any event that I need to attend, you will accompany me. There will be times you will have to pretend to be someone you aren't, I will prep you for that. There may also be travelling involved, I will cover those expenses as well. You will sign a non-disclosure agreement. No one is to know about our deal."
I nodded as I was following along with his points. "You're crazy." I said. "There is no way in hell I would ever sell my body. You have balls coming here." I stood up a second time and walked towards the front door. He needed to leave.
"Juliette." Paolo whispered. He had managed to get up and stand behind me without me even noticing. "Please think about this." He traced his finger down my spine, causing me to shudder. "We make each other feel good." He kissed behind my ear. "Think about it." He pulled open my robe, and let it fall to the floor. "I knew you weren't wearing anything underneath." I let out a shaky breath.
Paolo spun me around so I was facing him and with one arm lifted me off the ground. He pinned me against the wall, kissing me softly and rubbing his body against mine. I let out a slight moan and he smirked against my lips. The cold metal of his belt buckle between my legs made me need him more. I was ready and wanting him and he knew that. He put two fingers where his belt buckle was and thrust them inside me.
I moaned again, louder than the first time. He fucked me with his fingers harder and harder. I was on the edge of my orgasm when he pulled them out and put me back on the ground. "What.. Why.. You can't stop now!" I protested, trying to catch my breath.
He pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his fingers and said. "Let me know your decision by the end of the day." Paolo opened the front door and walked out of my house, leaving me naked and very very horny. I stood in shock for all of five minutes before I hopped in the shower and finished myself off. Yes, I masturbate. This is an adult blog.
When I got home from work that night, I found a business card on my side table. I hadn't seen Paolo drop one, but he clearly did. I had been thinking about his "business proposal" all day long. That was all I could think of. There were many reasons for me making the decision that I did.
I picked up my phone and dialed Paolo's number. He picked up on the first ring.
"I'll do it." Was all I said.
"I know." He answered.
The call went dead and I sat in my living room in silence. I debated calling him back and telling him I changed my mind, but I didn't. I loved sex. Why wouldn't I want to be paid for doing what I love?
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
14.6.16
Paolo
I met Paolo at a party four years ago.
One of my oldest friends, James, and his boyfriend Max have a crazy party every New Years Eve. When I walked in, I immediately locked eyes with Paolo. He has the most stunning bone structure I have ever seen on a human. His eyes are dark like his hair, and his skin tanned like mine. He stood taller than most of the men at the party, and the size of his body made him look more like a bouncer than a party-goer. I stared at him for a whole thirty seconds before it clicked... He's gay.
I spent the rest of the night partying with my friends, but every time I turned around, Paolo was there, watching. He would stare at me with this burning intensity that both terrified me, and turned me on. I pulled James aside and asked him what Paolo's deal was, but he said he didn't know him, that he had tagged along with some other friends. I debated leaving it be, but he had me so intrigued I had to know more about him.
I slipped out onto the balcony, hoping that he would follow me. He did. We locked eyes again, and he made his way over to me.
"This is the first time you've been alone all night." He has the sexiest voice. It's smooth, it's raspy, it's deep and that accent... wow.
"You've been watching me?" I asked, pretending I wasn't aware.
"All night long."
Now if this was any other man, I would have run for the hills terrified. But something about the look in his eyes made me feel comfortable and extremely intrigued. Plus, I thought he way gay.. so what did I have to worry about?
"There's so many sexy men here though. Shouldn't you be eyeing one of them instead?"
He took a step closer to me, wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. He didn't say a word, but judging by the rock hard bulge resting on my hip.. I understood. He was not gay. Very, very, not gay.
"Oh." Was all I could say.
"My name is Paolo, by the way." Still holding me.
"Juliette. Jules. People call me Jules."
"Nice to meet you Juliette." Holding me tighter.
"Are you going to let go of me anytime soon?" Sass has always been my strongest defense mechanism.
"Do you want me to let you go?" Paolo. So smooth.
"No." I said to myself. "Yes." I said out loud. Paolo let go of me but didn't break the distance between us. "Why do you keep looking at me like that." I asked.
"You have something." He started. "Something about you, makes me feel like I need to have you. Tonight."
In the background, I could hear the countdown to the new year starting. Ten.. nine.. eight.. seven.. Paolo put his hand on the back of my neck.. six.. five.. four.. Paolo was kissing me before midnight struck. I knew he was right. There was this wild attraction between us, and it needed to be sated.
He took me by the hand and led me out of the party. We made our way through crowds of people and down the street where we ended at a black SUV. Obviously he had a driver. I was so curious as to who he was, but I had other things on my mind. Paolo asked the driver to drive around for 30 minutes and then bring us back to his hotel. The driver nodded and rolled up the partition.
Paolo looked into my eyes and asked "you want this, right?".
I nodded, lifting my dress over my head. Of course I wanted him. He smirked and pulled me closer to him. He undid his belt buckle, and freed himself. I started to stoke him, but he quickly pushed my hand away. He pulled out a condom, ripped the packaging and rolled it over himself. Paolo pulled me on top of him and pushed my thong to the side. He wasted no time.
He entered me slowly at first, allowing me to feel every inch of him. When he felt I was comfortable with his size he picked up speed. Paolo had me screaming his name within minutes. I hadn't cum that fast since college.
When we stopped at the hotel, Paolo led me to his room, and in one swift motion opened the door and pulled me in behind him. He undressed himself and I stood there admiring the pure perfection of his body. I didn't get a good look in the car. I slowly undressed and made my way over to him. I ran my hands down his chest and looked up into his eyes. The intensity still there. Paolo wanted to shower - so did I if we're being honest.
I don't ever spend a night with a new man, but he had exhausted me to the point that I fell asleep while he was in the shower.
I woke up at 4am, alone. There was a pile of fresh towels beside me on the bed and a note.
"Juliette,
I'm sorry that I could not be there hen you wake up, but I had to leave for the airport. Take a shower, relax and have breakfast on me. I will be back in town on Thursday and we will speak then.
-Paolo."
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
One of my oldest friends, James, and his boyfriend Max have a crazy party every New Years Eve. When I walked in, I immediately locked eyes with Paolo. He has the most stunning bone structure I have ever seen on a human. His eyes are dark like his hair, and his skin tanned like mine. He stood taller than most of the men at the party, and the size of his body made him look more like a bouncer than a party-goer. I stared at him for a whole thirty seconds before it clicked... He's gay.
I spent the rest of the night partying with my friends, but every time I turned around, Paolo was there, watching. He would stare at me with this burning intensity that both terrified me, and turned me on. I pulled James aside and asked him what Paolo's deal was, but he said he didn't know him, that he had tagged along with some other friends. I debated leaving it be, but he had me so intrigued I had to know more about him.
I slipped out onto the balcony, hoping that he would follow me. He did. We locked eyes again, and he made his way over to me.
"This is the first time you've been alone all night." He has the sexiest voice. It's smooth, it's raspy, it's deep and that accent... wow.
"You've been watching me?" I asked, pretending I wasn't aware.
"All night long."
Now if this was any other man, I would have run for the hills terrified. But something about the look in his eyes made me feel comfortable and extremely intrigued. Plus, I thought he way gay.. so what did I have to worry about?
"There's so many sexy men here though. Shouldn't you be eyeing one of them instead?"
He took a step closer to me, wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. He didn't say a word, but judging by the rock hard bulge resting on my hip.. I understood. He was not gay. Very, very, not gay.
"Oh." Was all I could say.
"My name is Paolo, by the way." Still holding me.
"Juliette. Jules. People call me Jules."
"Nice to meet you Juliette." Holding me tighter.
"Are you going to let go of me anytime soon?" Sass has always been my strongest defense mechanism.
"Do you want me to let you go?" Paolo. So smooth.
"No." I said to myself. "Yes." I said out loud. Paolo let go of me but didn't break the distance between us. "Why do you keep looking at me like that." I asked.
"You have something." He started. "Something about you, makes me feel like I need to have you. Tonight."
In the background, I could hear the countdown to the new year starting. Ten.. nine.. eight.. seven.. Paolo put his hand on the back of my neck.. six.. five.. four.. Paolo was kissing me before midnight struck. I knew he was right. There was this wild attraction between us, and it needed to be sated.
He took me by the hand and led me out of the party. We made our way through crowds of people and down the street where we ended at a black SUV. Obviously he had a driver. I was so curious as to who he was, but I had other things on my mind. Paolo asked the driver to drive around for 30 minutes and then bring us back to his hotel. The driver nodded and rolled up the partition.
Paolo looked into my eyes and asked "you want this, right?".
I nodded, lifting my dress over my head. Of course I wanted him. He smirked and pulled me closer to him. He undid his belt buckle, and freed himself. I started to stoke him, but he quickly pushed my hand away. He pulled out a condom, ripped the packaging and rolled it over himself. Paolo pulled me on top of him and pushed my thong to the side. He wasted no time.
He entered me slowly at first, allowing me to feel every inch of him. When he felt I was comfortable with his size he picked up speed. Paolo had me screaming his name within minutes. I hadn't cum that fast since college.
When we stopped at the hotel, Paolo led me to his room, and in one swift motion opened the door and pulled me in behind him. He undressed himself and I stood there admiring the pure perfection of his body. I didn't get a good look in the car. I slowly undressed and made my way over to him. I ran my hands down his chest and looked up into his eyes. The intensity still there. Paolo wanted to shower - so did I if we're being honest.
I don't ever spend a night with a new man, but he had exhausted me to the point that I fell asleep while he was in the shower.
I woke up at 4am, alone. There was a pile of fresh towels beside me on the bed and a note.
"Juliette,
I'm sorry that I could not be there hen you wake up, but I had to leave for the airport. Take a shower, relax and have breakfast on me. I will be back in town on Thursday and we will speak then.
-Paolo."
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
13.6.16
The Beginning
I've never been the type of girl that needed a man.
Growing up, I wouldn't even give men the time of day. My dad, aka the sperm, left my mom when she was six months pregnant with me, forcing her to become a single mother. It's been me and her my whole life. She raised me to be a strong, independent woman, and I think I've embodied that really well.
My mom was a hard worker her whole life. She worked as a nurse at one of the busiest hospitals in the city, which means she worked long and crazy shifts. I've always admired her for that.
She moved back to live with my grandparents in the Dominican when I was 19. I was just starting to have a life of my own, so I stayed behind. She's been living there ever since. I try and travel back to see her a few times a year, but it seems to be getting harder and harder to find the time to go.
That's when I turned to men. I had been a virgin until then. I hated the idea of a man doing to me, what the sperm did to my mother. She never in my life has talked poorly about him, but know deep down she was broken.
I met David when I was in University. We had most of the same classes, and would always study together. I guess that's how it always starts... you met a guy, spend all of your free time with him and boom, he's in your pants. David wasn't like that though. He never once made a move on me. We would study until the early hours of the morning, and when I offered for him to sleep over, he always slept on the couch.
One night though, we got to talking about our teen years and all of the messed up stuff we got in to. David was telling me about his high school girlfriend and how she was the one he lost his v card to. How awkward it was, and all that.. When it was my turn to speak, I debated telling him about me still being a virgin, but he knew me well enough to read it on my face. He made a joke about him being the one to finally "break" me, and it really got me thinking...
A few drinks later, we were naked. I wasn't drunk, and David didn't take advantage of me. We both knew what we were doing. I just needed a little courage. He must have asked me at least 40 times if I was sure, and every time my answer was yes. David was an okay looking guy, not that it matters how good looking the guy you lose it to is...but hey, it helps. He was pretty average sized too, which made it seem a lot easier.
David kissed me softly at first, but the intensity picked up quickly. He started with his hands, rubbing them up and down my body. He would stop and focus on all of the areas that he knew needed extra attention, making sure I was ready for him. He continued to rub my clit with one hand, sticking one finger at a time inside me and I gasped with pleasure. He would look up into my eyes frequently, as if silently asking permission to continue.
When I was ready, he slowly climbed on top of me, and waited for me to give him the go ahead. I nodded and he slid himself into me, inch by inch. He waited before pulling out again, and for me that was the most painful. I tried not to let him know that though, so I closed my eyes and held my breath until it started to feel better. David continued thrusting in and out of me and although I was sore, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. When I came, my whole body tensed up, and I clung onto David for dear life. He finished not long after me, and layed in the bed beside me for what felt like forever.
Me and David continued our sexcapades for the following three years of university. We were never in a relationship though. What we had was easy. Things started to get complicated after we graduated and started working full time. I started looking for other men that could give me what he no longer could.
That's when I realized, I was addicted to sex.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
Growing up, I wouldn't even give men the time of day. My dad, aka the sperm, left my mom when she was six months pregnant with me, forcing her to become a single mother. It's been me and her my whole life. She raised me to be a strong, independent woman, and I think I've embodied that really well.
My mom was a hard worker her whole life. She worked as a nurse at one of the busiest hospitals in the city, which means she worked long and crazy shifts. I've always admired her for that.
She moved back to live with my grandparents in the Dominican when I was 19. I was just starting to have a life of my own, so I stayed behind. She's been living there ever since. I try and travel back to see her a few times a year, but it seems to be getting harder and harder to find the time to go.
That's when I turned to men. I had been a virgin until then. I hated the idea of a man doing to me, what the sperm did to my mother. She never in my life has talked poorly about him, but know deep down she was broken.
I met David when I was in University. We had most of the same classes, and would always study together. I guess that's how it always starts... you met a guy, spend all of your free time with him and boom, he's in your pants. David wasn't like that though. He never once made a move on me. We would study until the early hours of the morning, and when I offered for him to sleep over, he always slept on the couch.
One night though, we got to talking about our teen years and all of the messed up stuff we got in to. David was telling me about his high school girlfriend and how she was the one he lost his v card to. How awkward it was, and all that.. When it was my turn to speak, I debated telling him about me still being a virgin, but he knew me well enough to read it on my face. He made a joke about him being the one to finally "break" me, and it really got me thinking...
A few drinks later, we were naked. I wasn't drunk, and David didn't take advantage of me. We both knew what we were doing. I just needed a little courage. He must have asked me at least 40 times if I was sure, and every time my answer was yes. David was an okay looking guy, not that it matters how good looking the guy you lose it to is...but hey, it helps. He was pretty average sized too, which made it seem a lot easier.
David kissed me softly at first, but the intensity picked up quickly. He started with his hands, rubbing them up and down my body. He would stop and focus on all of the areas that he knew needed extra attention, making sure I was ready for him. He continued to rub my clit with one hand, sticking one finger at a time inside me and I gasped with pleasure. He would look up into my eyes frequently, as if silently asking permission to continue.
When I was ready, he slowly climbed on top of me, and waited for me to give him the go ahead. I nodded and he slid himself into me, inch by inch. He waited before pulling out again, and for me that was the most painful. I tried not to let him know that though, so I closed my eyes and held my breath until it started to feel better. David continued thrusting in and out of me and although I was sore, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. When I came, my whole body tensed up, and I clung onto David for dear life. He finished not long after me, and layed in the bed beside me for what felt like forever.
Me and David continued our sexcapades for the following three years of university. We were never in a relationship though. What we had was easy. Things started to get complicated after we graduated and started working full time. I started looking for other men that could give me what he no longer could.
That's when I realized, I was addicted to sex.
**Disclaimer: All stories are true. Names and any identifying details have been changed.**
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