I usually don’t utilize Backpage as an escort resource. But late last night I craved the pleasures only a woman can give. I perused the ads and found “Madison,” a blonde in her 30’s. I called her, and we quickly set up an appointment. I drove to her place in, shall we say, a less affluent part of town. She texted me that she was running behind. I spent about 20 minutes at a nearby bar, which was packed. After drinking a $4 Coke, Madison texted me again and said she was ready to see me.
She hosted at her home. Madison has a nasally voice, but is otherwise conventionally attractive. She’s a writer who has contributed to several rock ‘n roll publications, including Spin. She once interviewed Marilyn Manson and found him extremely intelligent. (I’ve heard others say the same thing.) Madison is pleasant but business-like. She put a condom on before she sucked me. “I can do this all night,” she informed me. I ended up on top of her. I really got into it, vocalizing my pleasure more than usual. After I exploded, I nuzzled my head against her neck.
“That was cute!” she said of my journey to climax.
A guy wants to be called a lot of things after sex — “good,” “incredible,” “skilled” — but “cute” generally isn’t one of them.
As I prepared to depart, she told me she wanted to see me again.
Lutheran Guilt 