He and his first time at the club with an escort

He was new to the place and arrived with another friend, whom we already knew and who was a regular.

He came up to me and whispered softly in my ear, “Be nice to my friend—it’s his first time at a place like this, and he’s not having a good time.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pamper him just like I do you,” I replied, using that sensual voice of mine that I know drives them wild before we get down to business”…

“Come with me…” I said to my new friend. “We’ll go to the Japanese suite,” I told him, and then I asked, “What’s your name?” “Jaime,” he replied… “Well, Jaime, if you’d like, we can take a shower, and if you’re up for it, I’ll give you a very special massage…”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know what to do in this situation, and I’d like you to give me a little guidance… I don’t want to come across as a fool (and, swallowing hard, he said:) “I’m a little nervous…”

To calm her anxiety a little, I said, “Sure, sure… don’t worry… just go with the flow, and if you don’t like something, just let me know… okay?…

He seemed so shy that I helped him undress, and he helped me…

We got in the shower, and I lathered up his penis, gently massaging it with plenty of soap… he seemed to love it because his calves were trembling and he had his eyes closed… I definitely stopped because I didn’t want it to end before it even started… poor thing, he was so nervous!!

Once we were in bed, I told her to turn her back to me and relax… I began running my long, soft hair down her back… then moved on to her breasts, and then the tip of my tongue….He must have really liked it because his body shuddered and he sighed “hhhmmmm” with pleasure…

I began to warm the lotion with my hands and gently started massaging his body… he gradually relaxed more and more, opening his arms and legs…

“You have such a beautiful butt”!! …I said. He tilted his head and smiled at me, saying, “Thanks, but you say that to everyone.” I smiled back and replied, “Your butt is gorgeous, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen other gorgeous butts… that’s why I’m an expert on butts. Well, sir… turn around.”…

He, very obediently… turned away and closed his eyes… so I began to caress him with my fingertips…kissing his nipples… caressing him with my lips, and then going on the offensive, licking his cock with the tip of my tongue to really turn him on… “Uhhh!” (he exclaimed!!)…

He stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders… he started biting my neck as if he wanted to rip it off… a chill ran through my body… my nipples hardened… he had made me shiver…

At that moment, he started biting and licking my breasts (he did that for quite a while)… then moved up to my mouth before returning to my neck. He grabbed my butt and pressed himself against me, kissing me passionately.

He lifted me up, pressing me against a wall, and shoved his cock deep inside my pussy.

He began to thrust it inside me with slow, intense movements, and after continuing like that for a while—leaving me in awe—he pulled it out of me and laid me down on the floor… our breathing was getting faster and faster…

She asked me to suck her off …and I nodded…she certainly had me at her mercy…I was a slave to the pleasure we were giving each other…

Hmm, it was really thick, and as I bent down… he grabbed his cock and started rubbing it all over my face before finally shoving it into my mouth, which was already watering…

He was moving really hard… it seemed like he was forcing himself on me, but that wasn’t the case… I really liked it, just like he did… I was really turned on…

When I least expected it, he picked me up and put me on the bed… he quickly turned me over and started biting my ass and my pussy.

I was completely wet… I was going crazy… He was eagerly massaging my breasts while he ate me out, sucked me, and touched my whole body… and I, driven wild and ecstatic with so much pleasure… moaned because I couldn’t take it anymore while he fucked me…

Then, when he pressed himself against me to feel me coming… I came in an orgasm that brought me to an absolute climax…

I was totally turned on. He was squeezing my tits and kept thrusting into me—first gently, then harder—and as he fucked me, his balls pressed against me, which turned me on even more.

He turned me around… put me on all fours, and fucked me in the ass. When he moaned, it drove me wild… and I was willing to do anything because I loved seeing him enjoy himself.

He looked at me as if he never wanted to stop, but after going on like that for quite a while… he pulled out his cock and finally, with a loud moan, came all over my breasts…

Then he kissed me so sweetly that I said to him… “You’re my tiger!”… “What a surprise… and to think you looked like a lost kitten”…

He laughed and said to me, “It’s just that I hadn’t had sex in a while and I was feeling a little burned out, but then I met you—you’re wonderful—and you’ve managed to get me to completely relax…” “Want a cigarette?”

“Of course!” I replied… We lay down next to each other, and I handed him his mixed drink.

I asked him, “Are you married?”

“Yeah… but we have problems, and I don’t know… how this will end. We love each other, but you know… work… the kids… sometimes you spend your whole life prioritizing your responsibilities, and suddenly you realize that intimacy is so scarce that problems turn into silly battles.”

Well, I guess that’s just how life together is… things are becoming more and more routine.

But anyway, she’s wonderful—it’s just that she doesn’t understand that every once in a while I need to feel that we’re a couple with responsibilities, sure, but first and foremost a couple—not just partners in raising the kids, keeping up appearances with the family, or paying the mortgage… etc… you know what I mean??…(sighs…) “So, what are you up to over here?”…

“Well, as you can see… I’m an escort, and I’m here to please you—and, as you said… to pay the mortgage!…

My ex got tired of work and, to resolve his existential crisis, decided to move to the countryside to reconnect with nature—“without a wife or kids.”

The truth is, we used to argue a lot, and his family and I never got along. At first, it was hard for me, and I had a hard time coming to terms with taking on all the responsibility for the household, but the truth is that we get along better now—mostly for the sake of the kids.

Someday I want to start a small business, and I hope it will give me the stability I’m looking for…

I’ll also tell you that sometimes you men expect us women to be immune to stress and to just know what’s going on with you; with my ex, I ended up feeling very lonely, and the truth is that kids can be a source of tension in a relationship…

We kept talking until his friend told us he was waiting for him.

We took a shower, kissed, and he told me we’d see each other again. I told him whenever he wanted, of course.

As I spent some time thinking… I reflected on the conversation we’d had and felt the complex fragility of human emotions when one lacks the experience, age, and maturity needed to navigate life’s dynamics.

We believe that love can conquer all and that routine is the worst thing that can happen to us, when the truth is that routine stems from comfort and fear. We can overcome it with imagination, but a lack of understanding stems from selfishness on the part of either partner—or both at the same time.

Sometimes we need to lose things in order to change. When I think about my parents, they were always at each other’s throats, but I just took it for granted that that was how life was.

Each had their own sphere of influence, and they shared only each other’s company and family—a very stable but terribly depressing life. These situations shed light on the past, present, and future of an escort.

I’m sure that when I have a new partner, I’ll have the same problems as everyone else, but I’ll try to enjoy life with him without taking on projects that are too much for us, and I’ll seek out the joy and excitement in the little things because they’re the antidote to heartbreak.

For me, great things are achieved through great sacrifices, even if they sometimes turn into great losses… so I choose to feel alive by making my own decisions and accepting mistakes and side effects—though, to be clear, I only take reasonable physical risks… But psychologically, I’m not afraid of the image others might have of me, because I am who I am…