Second Time Around

Having made it successfully through a meeting, I wanted to try again, but I figured I would be less nervous if I meet the same provider, and so I did. This time I wanted a real escort; namely, to actually get out of my hotel room. She told me that if I’d pay for 2 hours, she wouldn’t schedule anything after. We could go to dinner (her choice) and travel time wouldn’t count, which turned out to be a good thing.

It took a while to find a place, and we chatted on the way. She chose a mid-market place called Houston’s…cuz Houston, I guess.  I learnt that she was from Kansas City and was trying to get home to her 2 kids—ages 7 and 10—, which were staying with her mum. She could work in KC, but Houston was a more active market, and so…

We talked about philosophy and psychology and about sex work. The most interesting thing I found out is that she has fibromyalgia. I’ll spare you the details save to mention that when in force it feels like your body is on fire and the last thing you want is contact. It turns out that when your livelihood depends on being touched, it becomes quite the dilemma.

She was also on a cable programme where some cop cum preacher cum sex work saviour. She wasn’t interested in begin saved.

It turns out that we were pretty far from my hotel, so she suggested Palace Inn, which had hourly-ish rates and hot tubs. She rented the room on her dime, and once we settled in, we got in the tub. Relaxed. Got out, and she went down for a BBBJ. I told her I wanted to DATY, so she let me eat her shaven pussy.

It turns out that I should have left well enough alone. For one, I couldn’t find her clit. I have only been with one other girl build like this, so I was at a loss. I just sort of licked in the general vicinity hoped for the best. Unfortunately, she started with the theatrics when I started, so that was just distracting. After she “came,” she went back down on me and used her hand until I came on her body.

Then, I drove her home and then myself to my hotel.

Ashley Madison and Friends

So I’ve been conspicuously absent from here for an extended period, as I’ve gotten a new job with much more responsibility and a lot less time for blogging. It has also cut into my time for as much sexual diversion. Nonetheless, I figured I’d spend a few moments updating.

My wife signed onto a few dating sites, mostly looking for women, but occasionally guys or couples. She met an odd man on OK Cupid (one of these sites), and the conversation went along these lines(after a few hours of chatting to gauge interest and compatibility). They had already discussed that this would be a threesome, as was mentioned in her profile anyway.

Her: My husband loves anal and would love to share me with you.
Him: I don’t understand why guys find anal sex interesting.
Her: No worries. I’m sure he’ll take that  entry without complaints.
Him: I wouldn’t really feel comfortable with another man in the room.
Her: Well, I am not going alone. That’s not what I am looking for.
Him: Maybe after you and I spend some time together, we could bring him in.
Her: No. Maybe the other way around. If I am comfortable with you, we could maybe try some private time, just the two of us. My husband says I give the best head–and he ought to know.
Him: I don’t like oral sex. I can’t cum that way anyway.
Her: So you don’t like anal sex, and you don’t like oral sex… What about going down on me, then?
Him: No. I don’t like that much either, and I don’t understand this fad about shaved pussies. (She had mentioned her shaven pussy earlier on.)
Her: Never mind. I can see why you are online looking for women. Good luck with that.

I am not sure how some horny guy could look a gift horse in the mouth, but it’s his loss.