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 up and take me to the shelter of his home. Just as we were approaching his house, I received a text from a guy I've known a long time ago through text but stopped talking, someone I would classify as a time-waster. Apparently he just came back from a business party, was bored and lonely as heck, so he thought to drop me a text.
I was delighted despite my state of misery and an intolerable amount of perspiration. I jumped in a taxi nonetheless and headed straight to his hotel. He is leaving at 4am, back to Russia.
When I got there, appeared in front of me is a chubby, blond-haired man. He greeted me rather shyly. We had the usual small talk for a while before I jumped in the shower. One of the best things about escorting is I get to visit so many luxurious hotels. It's eye-opening and so relaxing. I always feel like I'm going on an adventure.
I was naked in bed, smiling at him. We cuddled together while he started talking about his bitchy wife and a rather bleak sounding marriage. It turned out that his wife doesn't want any physical intimacy with him, doesn't have a job, makes him do everything for her, and complains about it. All of a sudden I just wanted to hug him and console his lonesome soul. His hands were wandering on my body, and he went down on me for a good ten minutes or so. It was so relaxing that I almost fell asleep. I didn't have the right size of condoms for him, so we both drifted off to sleep.
4am came. He woke me gently and escorted me down to the lobby.
'Wait. Let me get something for you.' He came down with a thick wad of thousands. I was taken aback, almost feeling undeserving of his act of generosity.
'I have a gift for you because I really like you.' He said shyly.
We hugged and I went on a taxi back to the Japanese guy's home. He sent me a text asking for my number and hopefully, seeing me again next month.
That was the first time I didn't have to really engage in any sort of sex play to be rewarded; it was simply for my presence and personality. Honestly, I felt amazing. He even hinted once for me to be his girlfriend, which was sweet bordering on creepy... But that probably isn't going to happen in any case.
But I truly hope he finds someone more pleasant and uplifting than that woman he was talking about (who apparently does not love him).
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 up and take me to the shelter of his home. Just as we were approaching his house, I received a text from a guy I've known a long time ago through text but stopped talking, someone I would classify as a time-waster. Apparently he just came back from a business party, was bored and lonely as heck, so he thought to drop me a text.
I was delighted despite my state of misery and an intolerable amount of perspiration. I jumped in a taxi nonetheless and headed straight to his hotel. He is leaving at 4am, back to Russia.
When I got there, appeared in front of me is a chubby, blond-haired man. He greeted me rather shyly. We had the usual small talk for a while before I jumped in the shower. One of the best things about escorting is I get to visit so many luxurious hotels. It's eye-opening and so relaxing. I always feel like I'm going on an adventure.
I was naked in bed, smiling at him. We cuddled together while he started talking about his bitchy wife and a rather bleak sounding marriage. It turned out that his wife doesn't want any physical intimacy with him, doesn't have a job, makes him do everything for her, and complains about it. All of a sudden I just wanted to hug him and console his lonesome soul. His hands were wandering on my body, and he went down on me for a good ten minutes or so. It was so relaxing that I almost fell asleep. I didn't have the right size of condoms for him, so we both drifted off to sleep.
4am came. He woke me gently and escorted me down to the lobby.
'Wait. Let me get something for you.' He came down with a thick wad of thousands. I was taken aback, almost feeling undeserving of his act of generosity.
'I have a gift for you because I really like you.' He said shyly.
We hugged and I went on a taxi back to the Japanese guy's home. He sent me a text asking for my number and hopefully, seeing me again next month.
That was the first time I didn't have to really engage in any sort of sex play to be rewarded; it was simply for my presence and personality. Honestly, I felt amazing. He even hinted once for me to be his girlfriend, which was sweet bordering on creepy... But that probably isn't going to happen in any case.
But I truly hope he finds someone more pleasant and uplifting than that woman he was talking about (who apparently does not love him).
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