I’ve never been in love with another man other than my husband. I’m turning 45 this year. However, I wanted to experience what intimacy is like with different man.
It was foreign to me. Since I wasn’t interested in drunken encounter with a strange guy at the pub, I decided to get a professional male companion. Found a website who advertise what I was
looking for, there he was, I liked him and his well written personal information on his website [...]
The D-day came around like a flash of lightning. I became terrified with every second our date grew closer. I withdrew cash from the ATM & sat around my flat panicking. I turned the music on then turned it off again. I paced my room wondering what exactly to expect & felt out of my depth completely.
At exactly 8 in the evening, he buzzed my flat. My stomach churned & I was checking myself in the mirror madly. Why would a male companion care how I looked like? He was doing his work. However, I still wanted to feel and look sexy, I wanted experience that would completely change me. And it did.
He knocked on my door a couple of times. I froze, and went right into autopilot. I used to wear heart on my sleeve; however that night I chose to forget my heart, I wanted confidence pills. He came into my apartment with confidence carrying a smile, as the expert he was. I got the money issue in the envelope sorted out first, which was a little bit awkward. I blushed as continued counting it back.
I felt like being conned. I was offering this guy my body and paying him! We had exactly four hours where I presumed we will have intimacy and then he will leave. It did not work like that. We spent the first two chatting, drinking and smoking (only me) on my balcony. It was a cold night & I remember him putting his coat around me, I immediately felt comfortable. I inquired about his previous customers and how many ladies call to have company. He said that he does the job because it’s his passion. This was fascinating.
As I was drinking, he kissed me. I really needed it since our date was becoming just about talk instead of real intimacy. Since I gave him the envelope with money when he entered, I expected INTIMACY. Well, I just needed my money’s worth in the least. Well, I could have purchased a designer’s bag with the money.
By now I expected that he could have lifted me and gave most intense orgasm of my life but that did not happen yet. He was kind, slow & made me feel at ease. He did not push me or hurried me, even though we were limited by time and he could not stay the whole night (much to my dissatisfaction) I felt as if this precious moment would continue forever. I felt like I got stuck in limbo as he caressed my body. I felt like a young girl becoming a woman. For once I felt more than ready to have real intimacy after decades of marriage.
As we were having intimacy, I felt alive again and like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. Something strange happened, though. I never felt any emotional connection to that man. I just enjoyed that feeling of having intimacy with an energetic man. It reminded me of my husband’s haydays. It thrilled me.
As soon as we were through, we speak a few more minutes, he said goodbye with a hug and tender kiss, & as I covered my naked body with the blanket, I felt lucky. Not so much that I had my first sexual experience with a professional companion but rather it was not awkward and I really enjoyed it. I had somebody who was there to attend to my needs. I’ll never regret this decision. Brendon was the right choice for me.
