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.