It had been two years since she left the Austin scene. She left for love, but was secretly unhappy. Why? She’s a wonton woman who knows her worth. One man could never satisfy her sexual appetite and lust for novelty and sexual pleasure.
She couldn’t deny it anymore. She was a true courtesan…a polyamorous woman who was meant to share her goddess gifts and sexual healing energy with her favorite clientele.
She missed being spoiled and pampered by her atf’s. She missed the thrill of getting a request by one of her regular bfe’s aka boyfriend experiences.
She secretly yearned to wear her favorite lingerie, playing dress up, and opening that incall door to find her secret lover filled with excitement in his eyes and a bulging hard on.
Her mind often reminisced seeing the desire in his eyes and the feeling of satisfying his fantasies. And the company of new gentlemen who stimulated her mind not just her body.
She often fantasized about past her past experiences with her secret lovers. She fucking missed being a bad girl! What’s this new tryst going to like she wondered? Will he blindfold me and bend me over his knee filling all holes for her pleasure? Or will I grab him pulling him into my lair kissing him, teasing him relentlessly before I command him to strip and take his member and have my way worshipping him the only way one of Austin’s MVP’s could?
She was good at being bad. She missed the thrill and novelty of being part of the pussy mafia! A secret society of lusty open minded adventurous courtesans and upstanding gentlemen who shared my secret double life too!
Dammit she missed furry handcuffs, stripper poles, role playing as the naughty professor and screaming orgasms! She missed sexual olympics whilst doubling with other beautiful women and squirting with pleasure. She missed the overnights, the dinner dates, her subbies and being appreciated. Mostly it was thought of the afterglow of a “job well done!” Lol
This is no ordinary “appointment,” he thought as he walked through the door. This one is different. She’s smart, kind, humble and beautiful and no nonsense. Is she perfect? Hell no, but she’s the perfect one for a gentleman like me who needs discretion, a genuine connection, someone who’s engaged.
This woman was down to try most anything as long as I respect her and gained her trust.
Wait I think I know her, he thought. Isn’t she famous? No no… she was infamous! Who cares?! She is different now. She brought back her inner diva, looks great and she’s happy and wants to see me again! Woohoo!