Not all my clients have been very nice people but there are certain gentlemen whom I will remember for a long time. I’ll tell you about one of them. I met him in Abu Dhabi 2 years ago. Have you ever seen a real bore? I fag who is greedy for sex but despises human body and feels aversion to it. A man whose sexuality is completely blocked.
Do you know how I work as an escort? Well, I don’t just bear my clients. I want most of them. Really. I see sexuality in every man I meet. Every man has had some sexual experience. Women loved him, wanted sex with him, maybe even dreamed of him. Some of them are married and are cherished by their wives. They are all masculine and sexy, just very different. But all of them deserve to be loved and wanted. Especially those who come to me and have enough money to pay (financial status give extra points to man’s sexuality). But this client was surely an exception.
You may ask how he could afford a woman like me. Well, he’s very well off. An IT specialist with a good aseptic apartment. He called me and asked if I could come. He said he worked for one famous company and he could pay as much as I wanted if I fulfilled all his fantasies.
He turned out to be a European-looking man. May be from Western Europe. I came to him dressed to kill. High hills, perfect dress… When I started entering his flat he got angry and cried: “What are you doing? There are bacteria on the bottom of your shoes! Take them off immediately”. That was the moment I wanted to leave.
After that he asked me to take shower. When we came to the bedroom and we started making love, he moaned like an injured seagull, literally! I forced myself not to burst into laughter. His kisses were so greedy and slobbery, I thought he was going to eat me up. His mons pubis was nearly bold, the hairs were rare and soft. Maybe it was a lack of testosterone or something like this, but it made him look even more unsexual. I can’t say he was not groomed, but his body had some disgusting smell. It happens when I man is completely deprived of sexuality. I think women didn’t love him and didn’t want sex with him even for his money.
After sex he moved to my feet. He started licking and slobbering them looking like a stupid dog. In a couple of minutes he started crying like a seagull again and cum on my feet. After that he gave me tissues because he didn’t want me to ‘make his floor dirty with my feet”.
After this awful sex he offered me coffee. So talking to him was even worse then making love. He started explaining me that he didn’t want to date women because they were all light-minded, meretricious and thought only of themselves. He complained that any woman would make a mess out of his aseptic flat and that they were too stupid to keep things organized the way he needed it.
Also he said that he had calculated that sex for money is a right decision and inviting a high class prostitute once a week is more economically efficient than having a wife, because you have to feed her and buy her a lot of stupid stuff. Moreover a prostitute understands clear directions and a wife can cry and refuse to have sex.
For a moment I wanted to make him fall in love with me. I wanted to make him feel and to ruin all that stupid view of the world in his head. But then suddenly I imagined him so despisable head over heals in love, that I gave up this idea.
I drunk his expensive coffee with soy milk up to the end and promised to myself that I would never see that nerd again.