Stepping out onto St. Charles Avenue from the streetcar that had carried me from Canal Street back to the Lower Garden, my phone beeped. Teetering with one foot on that last step and one foot on the ground I remembered that one doesn’t want to fall face first into either the other track or worse. So, I depart the car carefully and cross the street before I pull my phone out of my purse. Once I reach Prytania I decide that the anticipation is too much. I run through my mental list of who would have the opportunity to play at short notice and when I can’t wait any longer, I open my email. It is a message from a client who has been with me on and off since my first year hooking. Not one to miss a call or notification from a prospect I respond immediately. Once in a while he will send me a cheerful “hello” and “it’s been a long time” greeting. I will admit that although I’ll giddy when he reaches out I’m also a little miffed that it takes him this long to circle back. I know he sees other providers. Occasionally I’ll stumble upon a review he’s written about some fortunate soul who just had a little of his good loving. I hope she at least had sense to enjoy him. We’re close in age and his warm smile and sweet disposition takes me back. Being with him just a few moments and I’m reminded that he looks like a cross between Rob Lowe and a young George Clooney. He’s handsome, but I’m not sure he realizes just how much. He’s one of my favorite clients wrapped into one smooth talking Northshore guy. We share commonalities like respect and gentleness for others by virtue of our upbringings and by being from the same place. A session is almost a trip back home where the conversations are easy and his gentlemanly vibe makes me feel so very secure. I like the way he smells. Whatever soap or body wash he uses sort of lingers in his pores, hair and especially behind his ears. I like the way he caresses me and buries his face on the right side of my head when he’s on top purposefully piercing me deep inside. He is interested in my pleasure. Mercifully! I call him Mr. Wonderful, but I’ll never let him know. When another provider needs a reference on him I tell her “Oh yes. Mr. Wonderful! All I can say is prepare to be worshiped.” Our chemistry is real and we both talk about it as we fuck. As those of you who read my blog know, I’m always thinking. So, as he nips my neck with his lips and caresses the side of my body with his magical fingers I wonder if this routine we share is just his kink. I wonder if when meets a new woman and makes her feel like she’s the only one in the world is simply what he brings to the table. Maybe, if she’s smart she will feel lucky that he chose her and this is an opportunity to share a real sexual experience. He’s like a great Craigslist hookup before the world stopped turning. His reward is that I appreciate him as a client making the visit something that can be enjoyable for both of us. This is how it goes. He walks into my door all smiles and light. Sometimes I play light 80’s and 90’s music from my Spotify account to set the mood. As he puts his arms around me I know that I am in for something more than a quick pop. He always says “I don’t know why I wait so long to come back.” I brush it off and say “I’m always around for you.” However, I agree with him. Why doesn’t he come back more often? Half way through our sex as he’s kissing me and inhaling my special scents he’ll sigh out loud and tell me “I could just fuck you all day.” Once I’ve set his motor into drive he proceeds to take off as I decompress and exhale. I like to drift away at this point and imagine all sort of escapades and sexual adventures I have had to keep me juiced. With him I always go for a romantic evening walking around the Quarter hand in hand, kissing each other like we’re the only two people on this Earth. Then our kissing becomes more passionate and in unison we glide over to a deep and most likely filthy, doorway so we can grope and devour each other without being noticed in the twilight of the evening. On the other hand, if someone does notice us who cares? Remembering then that I’ve taken a trip to pound town in the same setting once with an ex husband, I giggle to myself because performing in front of a strangers can be quite a thrill. Mr. Wonderful is now devouring my entire left breast with his mouth and that snaps me back to reality. He suckles and slurps as I slip back to my passionate fantasy. As we pull at each other’s clothing I imagine his hand brushing my skirt aside and sliding up my thigh to the moistness that’s ready and waiting only for him. In the distance I hear the riverboat calliope turn out some jolly old tune from a time when women were softer and men were more brutish, the roles were defined and there was no question on yours. The misty fog is rolling down our alley as the crescent moon greets a sleepy New Orleans readying for bed. All these earthly distractions and his hungry mouth on mine gives me the vapors. As he opens his eyes and realizes I’m on the verge of swooning he takes a breath from kissing and says “are you wet?” I take his hand in mine and gently place it underneath my skirt into my panties so he can feel just how much. Some men walk into my door and it’s like a switch is flipped inside and I am instantly wet. Sleeping with strange men for sport is not just fucking. Slipping a cock into your mouth for the third time in a day is actual work, but I love what I do so it’s no trouble. Mostly I feel like a whore is an impulse buy. Men have a window of time in the course of their day to misbehave. You have to be ready. He cums deeply. I shudder with him as his pulsing gently recedes and he rests on top of me besotted with pleasure. The reason he came back last week was because he had just discovered my blog. Through my storytelling I was able to reach him again by putting my thoughts into his mind and making him hard for me all over again. I love being able to infiltrate a mind with the words I write. What power! What exhilaration! When he told me that my stories turned him on I began to think of all of the potential clients who have seen my writing. I love when my client’s tell me “I felt like I was there in the story with you.” Feedback like this is worth it’s weight in gold. It means that all of my hard work has paid off and will continue to bear fruit because I simply put forth the effort, stayed consistent and made it happen. Also, the little rewards like Mr. Wonderful keep coming back. With me still wrapped around him we are finally silent and take in the moment. He sighs and rubs his face into my cheek, ears and hair. Inhaling deeply he offers one last deep kiss to me. I can tell he’s happy by the time we finish our hour long affair. He rolls off of my bed like a man who’s got to be somewhere, but really just doesn’t wanna go. He dresses, but he never spends a lot of time in the bathroom cleaning up. I like that he will leave smelling like our sex. We walk to the door. I smile and look into his eyes generously. Hugging me and thanking me he says “I won’t take so long to come back.” I catch my breath and bite my tongue from saying “I’m always wet for you.” No point in repeating something he already knows.