Hitting My Stride Again

New client tonight, and finally I remember why I used to enjoy this job so much.

Handsome man, met me at a local bar, wearing a suit.

We had a couple of drinks.

We went back to his hotel.

We had fabulous sex, the kind where truthfully I forgot to even look at the clock.

It was like being with a great lover, only without the emotional entanglement. It was fun. An hour and a couple hundred dollars later we both left happy, for our own reasons.

He wanted to see me again and I made it clear I don't date clients, but I would see him again professionally if he wanted another round.

He's also trying to talk me into going to a swingers club with him. I have never even considered anything like that before, but it might be interesting. I am strictly straight, but I could deal with partner swapping or being watched...for the right price anyways.

It would almost be worth going just to see what it's all about.

What would you do?

Bringing New Meaning to 'Bad Day on the Job'.

Sexual incompatibility- it happens to everyone.

It happens with guys you date, and I understand at some point it happens to every working girl with a client. It stands to reason when you have sex with different men, not every one is going to be your type, or you theirs.

Knowing that doesn't make it any easier when it happens to you.

I had a appointment scheduled with "M." today at 3pm. I should have known things were going to go downhill when he emailed and asked could we change it to 7. I couldn't make 7 for personal reasons, but we arranged to meet at 8. Then 50 minutes beforehand he asks can I be there earlier, because he's getting tired. What do you say to that? I told him unfortunately no, and he tells me call him when I am ten minutes away.

I get to the hotel, and find he is not at all what I expected for his age. Late 50's, but well-maintained, and quite tan. Quite handsome actually. He paid up front, and we sat talking for a couple of minutes on the bed.

Out of nowhere he reached his hand behind my head and bent me over to kiss him. Not the usual natural progression I'm used to, but everyone is different and you have to start somewhere.

We kissed a bit, and then he wanted me to go down on him. He was surprisingly well-endowed, and where oral is concerned, that's not always a good thing. He seemed to want me to take more of it in than I was actually capable of, and when I couldn't, he settled for thrusting his hips upwards at my face like assaulting my tonsils would make them magically retreat. He then asked me to suck his balls. Not an unusual request, but usually made by men who actually shave them.

I hate to break it to the men of the world, but a mouthful of hairy nut sack is like sucking on a tennis ball wrapped in a dust bunny.

The awkwardness was furthered when in his southern drawl he told me to "lick your fingers and rub mah buuutttt." I thought I was going to lose it, but laughing with a mouth full of penis is just not proper escort etiquette, no matter how ridiculous the situation.

At this point he seemed to be having a little bit of trouble maintaining his erection, an he asked me to finish him off orally.

I did, and next thing I know, it was like a fire drill had gone off. He started to get dressed, as I sat there on the bed in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, cum dripping down my chest, wondering what was going on.

He mumbled something about being tired, said it was nice to meet me, and left. The entire session had not lasted a full 30 minutes, and he had paid for an hour.

Did I miss something here?

I have never had a client not enjoy the service, and I have certainly never had one leave without, ya know, actually having sex with me. I have always taken pride in making my clients happy, and truthfully this is nagging at me.

I broke a rule when I got home, and emailed him. (Big no-no usually, never contact a client.) I kept it light, saying I wanted to make sure he was ok, and asked had I done something wrong. I don't honestly expect a reply.

We all have bad days on the job, but this just takes it to a whole new level.

On a good note, I just got an email..Possible new client on Saturday. Cross fingers!

Return Engagement

I have a theory that when it comes to sex, every man pays for it, in one form or another. As much as men might protest and feminists might groan, the fact is for guys and sex, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

In a typical relationship, it starts with the man paying for dinner. Then it moves on to the engagement ring, followed by the house with the white picket fence and culminating in college educations for his offspring, by which time the poor chap likely isn't getting laid at all.

Then there are...the not so typical relationships. Ones in which boy meets girl, a business deal is struck, girl fucks boy, and they go off their separate ways, none the worse for it.

This second scenario is my life. My name is Emily, and I am a call girl.

What do you need to know about me? Not much. My story is so similar to that of so many other women out there that I could be any of them. Your best girlfriend, the girl you worked with at that restaurant, or your next door neighbor. I could be any or all of them, and quite possibly am.

I have done this sort of thing off and on since I was 18. Never full-time, and usually because I was in some sort of position where money was needed quickly. It is only recently I decided to take another shot at things.

It was only tonight after I booked my first return engagement that I decided this might be worth writing about.

Tomorrow at 3 I am scheduled to see a man I'll call "M". I met him online through a site that allows for these sort of arrangements, and after reading my ad, he decided he wanted to see me. He hasn't sent a picture, but from the sound of his voice I'm venturing to guess he's an older gentleman, probably in his early 50's. He recently broke up from a 5 year relationship, and he is looking for what we call the GFE, or 'girlfriend experience'.

You might think older men would be a turn-off, but in my experience they are actually far less demanding than younger men, preferring a lot of affection and a little bit of fairly vanilla sex to what you normally get with younger guys, who all seem to want to re-enact that scene from their latest internet porn download, and prove their manhood by having you go in 10 different positions every 20 minutes.

Younger men make you earn your money, and older men are like that slow day on the job. Lazy, but certainly not boring.

It will be an easy $200, which isn't bad for an hour of what most people do for free.

They all pay for it, some up us just prefer to take the money and run, rather than draw out the agony ;)