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I liked a guy who could dance. That usually translated well in the bedroom. My client was a singer with an indie band and was renowned for his haunting vocals. I’d met him by accident. At first, he’d wanted to chat me up, but I told him that would not be possible, as my circumstances as an escort in London did not allow for a boyfriend. Then, he clicked about what I meant and walked away.
An hour later, he was back. I was with Rachel a friend from the agency and he slipped me his mobile number. I left her briefly to join him outside the bar. “I’m too curious about this encounter to let it go. Just the once.” I shook my head and told him that I couldn’t because he was personally interested.
When he said he wasn’t, I relented, but only for an evening. I’d make sure he enjoyed his ‘one night only’ with me too! We were to go dancing for an hour or two, with a few drinks, and then we’d head back to his place.
Once back from dancing, we showered together, and his kisses were hot and passionately rousing. I liked his touch, but he also liked mine from the way he responded. He whispered, “I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you and heard you say the words escort in London. Those eyes and lips. I want you to suck me; don’t make me come though, not yet.”
There was an edge to this guy; something deep, emotional, but self-confident too. First, he sat me down, parted my legs and looked at me in a very intimate way. “That view of you and that expression in your eyes is magical. I’m going to write a song about you, and you’ll know when it hits the charts.”
I trailed my tongue up and down his length, until he started to writhe. After another minute, he asked me to be under him. He held my arms above my head and screwed me, until I bit my lip in release. He arched back, but didn’t come. Instead, I was to finish him with my mouth. He smiled as I did so, stroking my hair back, and holding my head in his hands as he exploded. “Watch out for my song,” was all he said, as I dressed slowly and kissed him on his lips. That was another encounter I’d not forget.
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