Trysting

I recently discovered a new escort listing site. Taking a break from my final paper on Lacan and the “triumph of religion,” I browsed the site and happened upon a comely young blonde visiting from the Midwest. Despite being pressed for time, I couldn’t resist. I contacted “Hayley,” got screened, and arranged an early evening appointment.

Petite but busty, Hayley met me in her hotel room attired in lacy red lingerie. She’s a quiet girl, younger than I anticipated, and our efforts at conversation were halting. She subtly removed her lingerie. I followed suit and removed my clothes. We climbed on the bed. She let me caress her silky soft porcelain skin. My hands found their way to her breasts. My mouth then found its way to her nipples. More caresses and kisses, then she whispered in my ear, “Are you ready to be inside me?” The condom went on. She lay back and spread her legs. I climbed onto her and pressed the head of my cock between her pussy lips, easing slowly into her. She spread her legs wider. My body rocked on top of her, my mouth kissing the smooth flesh on her neck. I began to pump furiously for what seemed an eternity, then I finally reached bliss.

We quickly disengaged, then dressed in silence.