Most of my appointments with professionals are made in advance. Screening with a new companion can take time. Availability may be limited with others, especially with those who are touring, so booking ahead is advised. Plus the anticipation of an upcoming rendezvous can itself be erotic.

But sometimes I just want to fuck.

Yesterday afternoon was one of those times when I desired a more spontaneous encounter. I called Joyce hoping to secure a last-minute appointment. Fortunately Katie was available in the late afternoon. I hurriedly prepared myself and drove through the rush hour traffic to the private upscale apartment. I called Joyce after I found parking and was admitted into the building. Joyce met me downstairs and walked me up to the apartment. Once inside she offered me a bottle of water, then we innocuously chatted for a few minutes as Katie prepared herself.

Then Katie called me to the bedroom.

She was dressed in sexy black lingerie and kneeling on the bed. A gold cross conspicuously dangled from a necklace on her nicely enhanced chest. She’s definitely a MILF. After I placed the donation on a nightstand, she embraced me with a hug. She asked if I liked kissing. I responded affirmatively, and she planted a deep kiss on my lips.

“I like almost everything,” she said.

Her hands slowly undressed me. I asked her to get on her knees. She complied, kissing her way down to my erect cock. I gently slid the straps off the top of her lingerie, revealing her breasts. I slid my hand over her nipples, and they hardened from my touch. She took me in her mouth. I stared into her lovely eyes as she pleasured me.

Then she begged me to fuck her.

She discretely reached for a condom. She lay face down on the bed. I moved behind her. There was a mirror beside the bed. I dimly saw our reflection as my pelvis smacked against her ass.

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.

“Quinn” at Starbucks has become my latest barista crush. With her blonde hair and sizable breasts that bulge through her apron, she’s made getting a pumpkin spice latte early in the morning more enjoyable. Trying to pray Morning Prayer from the Daily Office, my mind instead imaginatively undressed Quinn. I set aside the prayer book and went on social media to peruse possible engagements.

I discovered that Daniella would be visiting shortly. Her booker is friendly, and having had visited Daniella before, making an arrangement went smoothly. She confirmed the day before, and she sent me her location. The next day I arrived at the hotel a few minutes early. I texted her, and she texted back the room number and had me come up to her room. She left the door slightly open for me. I knocked and walked in.

She greeted me at the door with a hug in a skimpy red silk robe with very sexy lingerie underneath. She invited me in and offered me a bottle of water. We sat down and started off chatting. Her bubbly personality made me comfortable. She asked me to undress and lie on the bed for a massage, whereupon she poured scented oil on my back and rubbed it in. After a few minutes, she asked if I would like to massage her. She promptly took off what little she was wearing, revealing her petite yet curvy body in all its glory. We switched positions, she lay down naked, I straddled her and started rubbing her back. She commented on how soft my hands were. My hands made their way down to her shapely ass. She rolled over, gave me a few light kisses, and grabbed a toy from the nightstand next to the bed. I couldn’t resist licking and sucking on her pale pink nipples. This elicited some sexy low moans before she got some lube and stroked my cock. She put on the condom with her mouth and proceeded with a sensual blowjob, looking up at me the entire time with her lovely green eyes. She then laid back and started using the vibrator on herself. Her self-pleasuring heightened her arousal.

“I want your cock.”

She climbed on top and proceeded to mount me. So tight and so wet. That girl could move. She used a bullet vibrator on her clit as she rode me, slowly and sensually at first, then faster and harder. She noticed I was staring at her chest, so she leaned forward and thrust her tits in my face, begging me to lick and suck her nipples. The sight of those breasts bouncing in my face, the feel of her ass, her tightness, the sultry look on her face – I couldn’t last much longer. I erupted inside her.

With that she cleaned me up and retrieved another bottle of water. We laid down to talk for a bit. My arousal quickly returned. The condom came on again. I positioned her on the edge of the bed and was inside her once more. She got quite vocal as I pounded her, grabbing her tits and pulling her hair. I didn’t know such a tiny little thing could get so loud. She reached for her toy again and rubbed it on her clit while I was inside her. Then I took a look at her cute butt and lost it.

Spent, I collapsed on the bed. After a little cleanup we cuddled and talked for a few more minutes. As the end of our hour approached, I got up to wash up and dress. We walked to the door, where I kissed her goodbye.

“I watch Sex and the City, and I’m like, those whores!”

The serial sexcapades of the protagonists on Sex and the City elicited that reaction from a young New York professional. A minister’s assessment wasn’t much more positive: “Sex and the City is the iconic text of an age in which sex is everything…. the civitas diaboli of Carrie and company.” In contrast, Christianity Today (of all outlets) gave the film adaptation a positive review: “But it was refreshing to have a single woman’s sexuality acknowledged. In stark contrast, the last time anyone in a Christian setting spoke to the fact that I’m a sexual human being was in a college church group, where I was blithely instructed that ‘true love waits.’ Well, 15 years later, it’s still waiting.” (The critic sounded bitter that she hadn’t yet gotten laid.)

It’s hard to imagine Carrie and company pulling off their exploits in Peoria. I grew up in a small city in the American West and attended college in a relatively rural area. When I moved to New York after college, I was overwhelmed by the sexual energy crackling in the Erotic City. “The city is a sexual jungle, a Babylon of licentiousness and unnatural vice in which anything goes,” Elizabeth Wilson writes in The Contradictions of Culture: Cities, Culture, Women.

The more provocative dress of young urban women was immediately apparent to me — tall models strutting down Fifth Avenue in miniskirts and fuck-me pumps are hard to ignore. Despite intermittent recommitments to purity (one of the explicit conditions of the parish I served at was that I would refrain from sexual activity), the bountiful selection of escorts online proved irresistible. A memorable encounter was in Midtown with “Jacqueline,” an attractive brunette in her forties. I had arrived at her apartment directly from church. She had been an aspiring actress who, in her words, “didn’t make the audition” on Broadway. She had had ample opportunity to perfect her talents in bed, however, for after she got me naked, she got down on her knees, expertly placed a condom in her mouth, and slipped it on me. Then I took her from behind as she urged me on: “Come on, fuck me, fuck me harder.” Working up a sweat in her apartment as the city bustled around us, it confirmed Matt Houlbrook’s observation, “In modern times, the association between sex and the city has become almost axiomatic.”

That should come as no surprise. Sociologists in urban studies have demonstrated that sexually is spatially constructed. That is, sexual practices are shaped by the physical and cultural forms of modern life. In Hypersexual City, feminist scholar Nicole Kalms observes contemporary commercial urban culture, writing, “Hypersexualized representations of women increasingly pervade urban spaces.” A recent visit to Times Square confirmed that. Augustine in De Civitate Dei wrote, “Lust requires for its consummation darkness and secrecy.” The city provides cover for sex. Houlbrook writes that “the apparent anonymous and atomized qualities of urban life, the sheer size of the metropolis” erode the social boundaries that can inhibit sexual behavior. The greater freedom cities offer as compared to traditional rural communities enables a diversity of sexual spaces, both physical (i.e. red-light districts) and conceptual. “In Sex and the City, one of the consistent themes is that each of us decides what sex will be for us, such that sexuality is the medium for self-actualization,” writes David Matzko McCarthy. Sexual expression thus becomes “a basic means of self-expression.” The city is the setting where this quest for sexual identity occurs. One scholar says that “the city has become a sign of desire: promiscuity, perversion, prostitution, sex.”

Autumn. A season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. Falling leaves and pumpkin spice.

And sex.

My libido does not drop with the temperatures. So with Fall Break upon us at the seminary I teach at, amid the crush of grading midterm papers, I decided to reserve some time for some hedonism.

“Sophia” had been on my radar for quite some time. Her beauty and sense of style captivated me. During the time leading up to our visit we exchanged some playful e-mails. When the day arrived, I took a long train ride to her apartment in the Bowery. When the door opened, we made eye contact, and I was invited inside. Wearing a lovely blouse and a long skirt, she offered me a glass of wine, and she sat close to me on her couch. We exchanged some pleasantries about our autumn plans and her upcoming travels. After a while she leaned in for a kiss, light at first, then slower and deeper as my hand wandered inside her skirt and over her stocking-covered thighs. Her fingers stroked the side of my face as my cock swelled and stiffened. I slowly unbuttoned her silk blouse. She then stood up and dropped her skirt, revealing a set of red lingerie. She asked to take my pants and shorts off, and I obliged with her request – she unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my pants. She kissed me down my chest and stomach as she worked her way down to my cock. She stroked my cock, then began a slow, wet, sensual blowjob. She asked if we could move to the bed. Once there, she gave me a series of deep kisses before moving again down below. My breathing became more shallow. She finally removed her lingerie. She reached for a condom, tore open the wrapper, and covered me. She then mounted me and began riding me, saying my name as she maneuvered herself up and down on me. I cupped her breasts as she rode me, my hips thrusting deeper and harder off the bed. She turned around to ride me reverse cowgirl; the image of her ass bouncing off me is ingrained in my memory. She asked for me to cum. I acquiesced to her request. Afterwards she got up to go to the bathroom and retrieved a hot wet towel to clean me up.

We then cuddled and talked. After awhile we resumed kissing and touching each other. I kissed her soft breasts and sucked on her erect nipples. Once more I was hard. “C’mon, like this,” she whispered as she again covered me with a condom, led me to the window, and guided my cock into her pussy as I stood behind her. We fucked standing up as the city street bustled below us. “Bite my neck,” she said, and I did. “Spank me,” she said, and I did. I proceeded to grab onto her slender waist while penetrating myself deep inside her – slowly at first, then more quickly – but with every thrust the intensity built up until I couldn’t hold out anymore.

We collapsed onto the bed. I held her in my arms while she talked about her travels in Europe and experiences in the industry. She had an evening engagement she had to prepare for, so she rose from the bed and got dressed. We shared an embrace as we said our goodbyes.