Insatiable Lust for Flesh

One escort writes:

Prostitution: the oldest profession in the world. The one profession which will never be sent into oblivion. Why? Because at our core we are animal, and who we are at our core can never be denied. Hidden, yes, but never can we truly separate ourselves from our insatiable lust for flesh.

I carved out some time this afternoon and made a detour to a hotel in the suburbs. Her thick accent made it difficult to understand her, but I arrived with some time to spare. I waited in my car for the appointed time. Then I went inside, discreetly made my way through the lobby, took the elevator up to the 5th floor, and found her room. I knocked on the door. The door opened. A voice invited me in.

“Kathy” is a slender middle-aged blonde from Europe. She’s visiting from out of town. Her miniskirt highlighted her shapely legs. She’s pleasant but a bit cool.

We quickly got down to business. I placed the envelope containing my “donation” on a side table. We shed our clothes and moved to the bed. She crawled between my legs and started pleasuring me orally. She’s quite talented, and I struggled not to come too early. She then took a condom out and covered me. Without saying a word, she climbed on top me, straddled me, and lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. I guided her hips with my hands and bucked up into her. She rode me steadily at first. Sweat trickled across my forehead. Moving faster, she rode me harder until my body spasmed. I moaned in pleasure.

She took off the condom and went to the bathroom. After a few minutes, she returned with a wet washcloth to clean me up. Then she sensuously ran her nails down my chest and stomach. She caressed my balls and ran her fingers across my inner thighs. I was already aroused again. She fetched another condom. Then she fell forward on her hands and knees. I seized the opportunity and mounted her from behind. My hands grabbed her ass, and I thrust in and out of her. I continued to pound her from behind, pressing myself deeper and deeper inside her, my balls banging hard against her, until with a groan I finally spurted into the condom.

I was spent after our vigorous fuck session, my animal passions released. Kathy gave me a bottle of water and complimented me on my shirt. “You’re nice,” she said. Then it was time to leave.

By the time evening came, I was already feeling again the pull of that “insatiable lust.”