In fact, half in love with her. A ridiculous situation, she being barely in her twenties, too young for me. And in the interim having seen, what, thirty, forty, fifty other men. I can’t imagine that she’s given me a second thought. Spelling out these truths however failing to dispel the spell. True infatuation.
Yesterday, last resolve collapsing, opening up the escort website, logging in. My hot list, click. Quickly scanning for the picture of Anna. Not there. Scanning more slowly. Still not there. Maybe some error, or maybe she took a day’s break. This morning, same again, nothing.
Oh well, she seemed to come from Eastern Europe, maybe Poland, it felt like a transient arrangement, she could easily have gone home or moved elsewhere, London is like that, it’s part of its charm. So, probably, Anna out of my life forever. Probably just as well.
Thinking about her through the morning. Anna darling I wish you well. You may not remember me but I remember you. In my mind there’s a secret chamber, a small one, not nearly as big as others, but still a special one, and on its door is the name Anna.
Turn the handle, push open the door to this chamber and inside the curtains are open, the sun is shining through the windows, a soft breeze blows and birdsong fills the air. Go inside and lie there on the double bed in peace. Anna walking in, naked, smiling. Bodies snuggling close, kissing. She moving down with her mouth to my cock, opening her legs, letting me stroke between them, her juices glistening.A chamber outside the reach of earthly dirt to spoil. To be held in my mind for as long as I want it, probably for ever. A life enhancing gift from a lovely woman.
