Touch me like you have never touched her

‘Deceiving others, that’s what the World calls romance’_ Oscar Wilde.

I would like to tell you that I am a woman of flesh and blood, at the end of the day. And I did fall into the trap of what you call ‘romance’. Being an escort in the heart of London didn’t deprive me of basic human emotions, although my feelings were merely one-sided. But again, I am no damsel in distress, thus, the show must go on. I am going to confine my experience to the readers of the story.

I met Mr. X, (for I would prefer him to stay anonymous) at a party and one thing led to another. I earned a good sum but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had made me feel things no other man did in years. For a moment, it felt real.

Mr. X was married with a 6 year old kid and his wife was an actress for a regional daily soap. I had never felt the need to be good enough for a man until Mr. X came into my life. I did envy his wife for she could wake up next to him every morning, unlike me, who had to sneak out before dawn. I was the lady of the night. So, I decided to limit my ‘services’ to Mr. X since I knew that things were surely getting complicated. I decided to meet him one last time since I thought it needed closure. I wish I did not.

It was six by the clock when Mr. X answered the door with his usual charming smile. He informed me that his wife was travelling to the States for her next shoot. No sooner than I entered his bedroom, I felt his strong arms grab me from behind. I let him grab me by the waist and lock his lips with mine. With a sensation of utter urgency, his tongue explored my mouth and I sucked on his lower lips. His hands slipped from my bare waist, beneath my top to the hook of my bra. I moaned a little and he unhooked it. Mr. X bit on my neck and caressed by fuller breasts, pinching my hard nipples at times. I could feel my underwear getting drenched with every passing minute.

He pushed me to the bed and slowly went down on me. He removed my shorts and underwear and licked my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. I moaned harder than ever. He inserted his fingers into my vagina and fingered me until my legs were shaking. I didn’t want him to stop. But he got up, unzipped his pants and shoved his cock into my wet pussy at once, I was taken aback. He hit the g-spot and fucked me mercilessly for several minutes. My screams of pleasure were silenced by his tongue exploring my mouth. He looked into my eyes, slapped my tits and made me squirt all over the bed. He licked the juices out of my pussy and I knew that I was addicted.

Closure was definitely not what he was looking for and I didn’t mind giving him control over my body and mind.