I did enjoy a most delightful treat this Halloween weekend.
I was browsing social media when I saw that “Lorelei” would be visiting the capital. I had been following her and was impressed by her artistic and poetic bent. I contacted her through her website, and she quickly responded. We e-mailed and made arrangements to meet at her hotel. When the day arrived, I drove the considerable distance, and at the appointed hour I entered the lobby of her hotel. A tall, thin, fair young woman with long brown hair greeted me with a smile. She wore a bright blue cocktail dress which accentuated her figure. The sight of her sexy long legs heightened the anticipation of seeing the rest of her naked. She accompanied me in the elevator and back to her room. We embraced and kissed at the door before we walked inside.
We handled formalities before sitting and getting to know each other. She was reserved at first but opened up as we talked more. Born and raised in a small city in the Midwest, she grew up in a conservative culture she found stifling. She wasn’t religious any longer, so she was intrigued by my vocation. Her intelligence was evident. Then she started playing with her hair and touched me on my arm. I was already erect. I caressed her lithe figure through her dress. Our lips met. Her darting tongue swirled inside my mouth. I wanted to see her without her dress on. She seductively removed her dress. Underneath she had been wearing a cute blue bra and panty set. I kissed her neck and back. We helped each other out of the rest of our clothes and made our way to the bed. I explored her small breasts with my mouth. She moaned whenever I teased her with my tongue around her nipples. After feeling her nipple harden, she began stroking my swollen cock and kissing me more passionately. I returned the favor, and slipped a finger inside her. Her wetness turned me on. I had to taste her. I buried my face between her thighs. My tongue found her clit. She whispered, “Right there.”
She then slowly pushed me back on the bed and engulfed my hard cock with her mouth. Using her tongue to tease the head, her ministrations intensified my desire to be inside her. The sight of my cock in her mouth brought me to the edge. She asked if I wanted her to get on top. She then slid on a condom before sliding herself on me. Her body bounced up and down as my cock throbbed inside her. I turned her around and took her doggy style while I listened to her moan. Thrusting deep, I exploded inside her.
Lorelei helped me clean up. Lingering naked in bed, her legs intertwined with mine, we had a long conversation about her background and interests. Despite her Midwestern background, she said she was open-minded about sex. She had read The Ethical Slut. An acquaintance she met on OkCupid who offered to pay for a massage got her thinking about sex work. She placed an ad on Eros and met her first client on Easter. She hired a professional photographer to take photos, networked with other escorts, and cultivated her persona. Escorting has given her the opportunity to meet people outside her social circle and has made her more resilient. Plus, as a “professional slut,” her sexual repertoire has expanded. (And she gets to work in her underwear.) Before we knew it, our time was up. I dressed, and, after one last deep kiss, exited her room and the hotel into the autumnal twilight.
Lutheran Guilt 