Prospective clients have to be screened even though you might not see all of them. Some men enjoy talking to prostitutes during the day for various reasons. Boredom, delusions of grandeur due to a lack of funds and I suppose loneliness are some of the reasons they reach out to me. I have to entertain them one and all. I’m always happy to give someone the benefit of my gut instinct and I have been surprised in the past when what I thought was going to be a no show actually showed. So, I forgive them and stay positive about it because it’s best to not grow jaded and realize that some men are actually new to picking up whores online. Who knows? He might become a repeat customer and client retention is the name of the game. Today should have been a banner day with all of the texts and calls and emails I answered, but only one guy braved the rain, showed up and made me feel pretty. We actually had a great time which we filmed spontaneously for my Only Fans. I’m always in need of content and he was happy to be a part of my kink. God bless him. The other half of my day was in limbo because another gentleman had made a date with me for later. So, I waited and worked on content, played with the cat, answered emails, fielded inquiries and questions from future dates until the hour he was supposed to drop by. Six minutes and then eight minutes and then ten minutes rolled by. Not a word. If you’re a prostitute and are reading this you’ve been there. I sat on the couch and decided I’d been duped. It wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last time either. I’m at peace with it. My bong was beckoning and if you read my blog or we’ve met you know I’m a hopeless stoner from the word “puff” and decided I could not resist. I made a bowl and smoked while the cat sitting quietly in a perfect loaf, inhaled the fumes. Fortunately, the one guy I had today was satisfying on so many levels he soothed my aggravation even though he had left hours ago. Here’s Mr. No Show’s response which came suddenly by text at 6:50 p.m. “Send me address.” I wasn’t exactly surprised, but more insulted if you want to know the truth. I replied courteously. “The appointment was for 6:00 p.m. and I told you when you parked I’d give you the address.” I know that’s what I said. It’s what I say every time I get a date. Day in. Day out.” He texted back feverishly. “Right! I thought per our last phone conversation you were going to send me the address. I apologize for the misunderstanding.” I ended this weak exchange with a simple “namaste” which is better and healthier than to tell him to go fuck himself. I used to say “enjoy your karma” when this would happen, but what can I say? He outplayed me and karma will catch up to him one day. Remember the Beatles? “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make?” Funny. I do try to respond to each request with seriousness because of my unrelenting protestant worth ethic, value system and need for income. However, the man that did show for his Get Happy Massage made up for what the other client couldn’t give me. This man has a body you can bounce a quarter off of. Quiet. Kind. Friendly. We started with him lying face down on the massage table. He told me he was in dire need of some affection as he is the process of a divorce. Apparently he and his spouse haven’t had sex, much less body to body contact for a long time. “The thrill is gone.” Or, so he said. I have been divorced a few times and no matter if it was a good match or not there’s pain when it’s over. So, I wanted him to feel great for an hour. Giving pleasure is what I get off on. Mostly. There’s a vulnerability I see in men that are at the end of their marriage. He undressed quickly and laid face down onto the massage table. I touched him gently at first and decided to begin stroking and kneading his back, shoulders, torso, ass and legs. At the beginning of a massage I am probing for areas that are stiff and tense. I rubbed a little hot coconut oil into my hands making them warm from the friction. I placed them onto his lower back which had the most tension. Digging my fingers in methodically I worked on his vertebrate and muscle tissue for a good while as he told me how much he needed this and he was glad he called me. Oiling my hands again I stroked his ass cheeks in an upward motion because they were also tight. However, he was just tight all over. He had the body of an MMA fighter, but he was obviously a lover and not the latter. With a calloused working hand he clutched my right hip and decided to turn over onto his back and face me. He asked if he could give me a massage and I told him “oh yes.” I love when one of my massage dates turns into foreplay. When it was my turn to lay down onto the table he took my hand and helped me position myself. Nestling face down I was ready to receive his energy. Immediately his hands were on my back and shoulders and although he was squeezing my body a little too forcefully it wasn’t anything I needed to worry about. He was merely hungry to touch a woman and give as well as receive pleasure. I have a propensity to see how far a client will go with me before I chicken out and tell him to rub a little softer or eat my pussy with just your tongue. I was enjoying his virility and I wanted to let this one become organic because he was really juiced up and I was pleasantly surprised I had found a live one. He placed himself in front of my head and I looked up and began stroking his cock with my hands and nipping at the head with my lips. I was getting wet and when he shoved his cock into my mouth I felt a waves of endorphins and oxytocin wash over me like a frothy cocktail tingling in all the right places. I love it when a client wants to give back and maybe even drive a little. I’m an old fashioned girl that way. I don’t mind a man being masculine and making me feel desired. Was he taking advantage of me? Not really. I think we are two people who need some relief from all that there is. All he wanted was to engage with a woman who was into what he had to offer. As I sucked and sucked his gloriously erect extension of his desire he continued rubbing my back and ass. Legs and calves. It was all too much of an energy exchange as he was absolutely ravenous. He fucked my mouth and began banging his hips forcefully. With my mouth I matched him stroke for stroke. I was wondering how much more I could take and not kill his stride. I knew he was about to ignite into screaming and spasms were coming for him and for me as I still was holding on tight. I didn’t want to distract him from cumming. Ultimately his cum pulsed into my mouth which was now numb from all of the strokes and I felt sated. He seemed so much lighter in thought and manner after I blew him to completion. Cleaning up he said he wanted to come back again and I told him my door is always open for him. We embraced and he bounded off my porch onto each step, through the gate and out onto the sidewalk. I closed the door and plopped down onto the couch. I reached for my bong and inhaled deeply thinking of how much I liked him and no matter what was going on in his marriage I remembered something my step father always says about a break up. “It takes two to end a marriage because there’s two people in it.” I don’t know their marriage story and I don’t know him at all, but I liked him. He was a generous lover and treated me very well. I guess I don’t ask for as much as some women do.
Worship this ass.