My mood listless and disengaged. My body’s hormones continuing their own restless dynamic, pressing for relief. Pornography providing some distraction, but the pressures quickly rebuilding. A familiar pattern, learned of old, only one cure, the touch of a woman’s skin.
Ringing Jenny, no answer, maybe she’s left London, maybe she’s in Budapest to see her children. Maybe she’s with a client, never mind, I know that but prefer not to think too closely about it. Ringing later, still no answer.
The search results filling the screen. One hundred and twenty four escorts, each with a photograph, click it and the profile loads up. Sitting at my desk, surveying the choices, enjoying the moment. So many new women since I was last on the site, I suddenly feel like a child unwrapping presents.
LouLou24, pretty, curvy, English. I came down from Birmingham to stay with a friend and she was earning money as an escort so I thought I’d try it, discovered I like it, especially if you’re a clean and gentle man. Specialist in blowjobs. Play with my body, then give me your load in my mouth, I love the taste. This week, only fifty pounds for half an hour. Ring my number below, do it now darling.
SexyGirlNZ, 30, staying in London for a year, left my boyfriend back home in New Zealand, looking for men to look after my needs. Love sex in all three holes, anal an extra thirty pounds, only if you’re not too big. We can try it and if I decide it’s too tight you can have your money back. Like doggy but also happy with any other position. Sixty pounds for thirty minutes.
Whiling away a happy hour with these and other profiles, half-tempted to arrange a visit, but not yet feeling quite ready for that, maybe I’ll let the sense of Carol subside a bit more first.
