14 Days Without Accident
Admitting you’ve fucked someone’s dad isn’t easy, admitting you liked it is even harder. What isn’t hard is taking the money from their grubby hands. Well, and of course, them.
I dont remeber any of their names or faces but can remeber how each made me feel. Some are blurred and others are the reason I continue talking to new men. My favorite so far is the only one who I still see. He is a 6’3" heavy set White male who doesn’t like anything freaky. I casually text him on a phone his wife knows nothing about. Others are men like this 5’10" Asian who spoke very broken English. He would take off his wedding ring before he put a condom on, then talk about his children. Or this very handsome 6’2" White man who wouldn’t let me touch his face, but then tip me $200 for cumming.
Most of these men only want to see me once. They would meet me and discover I’m not as innocent or easily amused. In other words I’m intimidating and they are scared of me. I don’t give a shit about their day, job, children or income. I just want their money and to be told I’m pretty. My time is worth more than they are paying me. However, I know without them none would be paying me. Which is why I put myself up for bid.
Admitting you’ve fucked someone’s dad isn’t easy, admitting you liked it is even harder. What isn’t hard is taking the money from their hands smelling like my sweat and cum. Well, and of course, them.
Tonight I reserve the rest of my phone battery for the hunt. My next victim will hopefully be a quiet submissive male who will pay me just to roll my eyes at him.