I had a rule about seeing sex workers. It might be weird for some, but I don’t do second visits. I always saw it as just me scratching an itch. Just me having some fun with minimal emotional investment. I didn’t want any emotional attachments. I can assure you that I am never rude to the girls. Always polite and kind but I have always avoided mixing any of my emotions into it. It’s inappropriate. They are doing their job.
M is different. I couldn’t get the thoughts of her out of my system. Since I saw her on Thursday, her scent, her body, the sound of her voice has been haunting me. I talked to my friends about her. I tried to rationalize it. I tried to stick with my rule.
In the end, it felt like my brain lost out to a mixture of my heart and my dick. I set up a session against my better judgement. Or was it against my better judgement? It felt like one of those things that I would regret because I chose not to do rather than choosing to do it.
The first time we met, she told me in a cutesy manner that she loves pandas, but she has never seen them. She was upset that the schedule they gave her was so bad that she can’t even have a little time to visit the zoo to see some pandas.
Again, I questioned my choice. Was it necessary? I got her a panda plushie as a small gift. I even wrote her a short letter. Was it the right thing to do?
“Knock, knock.” The door opened. She was surprised. She was all smiles. There was even a little hint of relief that I was back. “You even took the time to buy me a gift…” she was touched. She gave me a tight hug.
“You even remember that about the panda…” she was surprised. “I’ll bring him with me everywhere I go for work.” “Baby, when are you leaving?” I got curious. “Tomorrow’s my flight.” I think I made the right decision. I was glad I broke my rule. I was glad I got to see M one more time. I even told her about the rule, and she looked very flattered.
It didn’t take long before she climbed on top of me. Peeling my clothes away as I touched and felt her soft skin again. “I love how you smell.” “It’s Burberry” she chuckled a little. She was grinding and rocking her hips on mine. I was just in pure bliss with M in my arms again.
It didn’t take long before she gave me one of the most sensual and enthusiastic blowjobs I’ve ever received. She knew how to use her hands, her tongue and her mouth. She didn’t need to go deep. She knew what she was doing. She told me to relax and enjoy the time with her.
I wish I could say it was another crazy sex session but maybe I had too many doubts regarding my decision. We had a lovely little time where she rode me, and I thrust back into her. I was just unable to get into the right headspace that night. It didn’t bother her. She was so accommodating, patient and lovely to me. I hugged her. Touched her all over. Petted her while she tried her best to get me to cum with her hands.
She really gave it everything, but I wasn’t in the right headspace. Then she surprised me. “Use your hands. I’ll get next to you and kiss you. I want your cum.” She placed herself on my right and started kissing me while I jerked off. I was surprised because she said she doesn’t kiss customers.
We made out. My free hand was holding her close to my body. It didn’t take long for me to just erupt, getting cum on her thighs as we continued making out for a bit. I felt so lucky to be with her at that moment.
“The kissing is from my heart.” I knew my heart melted at hearing that. We cleaned up. We chatted. She told me stories about her work. The good and the bad. I just listened. I didn’t judge. I didn’t make any promises to her. I just wanted to enjoy the moment with her. I told her I do like her a lot but that was it.
She wrapped a towel around herself and just laid on top of my chest. I held her tight. Held her hands. Kissed the top of her head. I was just basking in the moment. She didn’t care that I was running over time. She didn’t want me to leave too at that point.
As time was almost up, we sat facing each other. We played children’s games by clapping our hands together. She was adorable. We both confessed that we would miss each other. She gave me her number and told me to keep in touch. I didn’t want to ask because I felt it was inappropriate, but I am glad she initiated it.
I got dressed. We hugged each other tightly as we walked towards the door. Still reluctant to leave each other but we knew it had to be done. I told her I wanted to sleep with her scent on my body before I left.
I have no expectations on what will happen next. I think I made the right decision by the end of the night. I wanted to create a beautiful memory for myself and hopefully for M too. I think I did that.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12y80dg/mf_room_1716_part_2_choices_and_being_mesmerized