Hugging him to my chest, gently rubbing on his neck, I listened intently to his whispers into my ear. At a moment like this, I felt more special and meaningful than I normally do about myself. It just felt like... I was actually making a difference in someone else's life. It was late into the night. I just parted with the one guy who made me squirt and, fucked me afterwards (duh). My original plan was demolished when the guy who initially wanted to put his member in my ass disappeared and stopped responding to my texts. My stomach was starting to cramp up due to long hours of not eating anything. The rain was pouring down in buckets. I felt exhausted and miserable. Sitting on the stairs at the MRT station, with the occasional weird glances from late night strangers coming and going to clubs or their secret affairs, I wanted more than anything a nice, long shower and snuggling in bed afterwards. As usual it took the Japanese guy aeons to show u...
I had been to this hotel several times, so now every time I had to step inside it I was always kind of weary of the receptionists' eyes on me. Hopefully, and quite possibly it was just one of my mind's thousands of tricks. My customer texted me his room number earlier in the day. Feeling quite confident and collected, not expecting anything, especially regarding his age or appearance, I knocked on the door lightly and waited for the door to click open just a tiny crack, as discretion is normally preferred and appreciated in this situation. As the door opened and he materialised before my eyes, although I had learned not to have any speculation or curiosity about my customers, to be frankly I was still taken aback by his attractiveness. He was not exactly the type of guy that would catch your eyes when walking down the streets, aka not the model slash pretty face slash Greek God attractive. He seemed to have a naturally ami...