I didn’t care for her face
We knew what we were here for
Gently i stripped..each cloth went on the hanger
I tried to be a little sexier
Hoping she would think about my little strip teaser long after i have left
I wasn’t sure What to expect…
But i was told i would feel like a woman again
I felt the heat of the towel.. the first sensation..
Slowly her hands worked.. up..down..
The smell of the oil filled the room
I feel my body begging
Her hands worked.. left..right
My breast whispered
I begged her silently. “TOUCH IT. PLEASE”
But she knew what she had been paid for.
Her hands worked. Steady.. firm.
Love me i cried silently ..
Her hands worked… fast… Then slow…
I sang like a bird
I did know how to moan. I did
Her hands stopped.
“Do you want a Happy Ending” She whispered closely into my ears.
“I’m not Cinderella i would prefer a more realistic ending” i said.
“Your Session is over” her voice strict and profession…
Like she didn’t hear me whisper “I feel like a woman again”
They do not talk to me after … but she tapped me.
“Do you want to be loved” her face straight like we were discussing the weather
I nod. Weak from her touch.
I work here. If you want to be loved you have to come to where i live.
I knew she heard my body cry.
You might be in need of a spa day.. or love. Take a break. Relax.