May 11
What Are Brothers For?
I had another rendezvous with the Czech. His brother vacated his apartment so he could bring a whore there, isn’t that nice? I gave him a long blowjob—a really long blowjob. Next time I should bring a vise grip for his cock—GOD he likes it rough. It’s tough wrestling something the size of your arm, making sure the foreskin is pulled down and taut, that the balls receive attention, that the head gets stimulated, that it all remains lubricated. Basically he’s used to the angle of his own hands, and that’s a bitch to do backwards. I think doing taxes or changing a tire might be a preferable chore.
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Community Service
Met a shy chubby Chinese guy for lunch. He was dying with curiosity over the whole whore thing, but was also really hesitant to pursue it due to feeling guilty about being married … while also feeling the urge to explore. He has only been with his wife. He was nice and asked me a million questions. I have no idea if he’ll really want to meet someday—I’m pretty sure our lunch meeting satisfied both our curiosity. So I performed my community service for the day: “Meet a real live whore!” Well, he met a good one, anyway.
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An email from one of my clients:
“well it;s 8:45 p;m took my son out to eat and all the way home all i could think about was calling you. but i didn;t I’ll just have to wait till we see each other in 9 days. i just can;t help mysefl i want to hear your voice i know sounds goffy but it just seems like i've known you for along time and we are best of friends. don;t know if you have that effect on everybody your just easy to talk to well sorry for being such a pest you have a great weekend.”
It’s hard not to be judgmental about spelling and punctuation, even in my line of work.
May 15
The music professor is spoiling things for me.
We’ve been courting the hell out of each other, but have decided to not officially enter a relationship until I quit the business. We’ve spent the night together twice and he managed not to fuck me both times, even though we slept naked and he hasn’t had sex in over six years. Fuck, he’s like Gandhi, who tested his will by sleeping with beautiful 14-year-old virgins. Except, um, the opposite. A strong man indeed.
But I have had a chance to sample his lovemaking style. He has a very firm touch, and leaves no body part unexplored, even kissing my elbows and the soles of my feet, rubbing my entire body with lavender oil, gently grabbing hanks of my hair … Even with all the worship going on, I still feel radioactive, like the word WHORE is blinking on my forehead. Not because of him, but because of this barrier I unwittingly put in place. I sure didn’t know I would meet anyone worthy anytime soon.
The tenderness he’s instilling in me is similar to the flood of hormones I had during my pregnancy that made it impossible for me to watch gory movies. I can’t just happily suck a cock anymore, it feels dirty. And it’s ridiculous that I’m running around fucking random guys, and meanwhile I’m not able to have sex with the guy I’m considering as a partner. Fucked up!
He’s so kind, so good. I’m in awe of his strength, consideration and maturity. He has this calming presence radiating from him. All that time dealing with his wife’s illness has given him a better perspective on life and priorities. Easygoing, he’s hungry for knowledge but is such a good teacher himself. And he’s amazing with my daughter. He calls me Beautiful, and marvels at my every curve.
And he smacks my ass like bongos.