Closed Book

I should be purring like a kitty cat today. I got to go out with my favourite last night; everything ran smoothly, we had a bit of a giggle and then I got to show him my newest lingerie - a vintage style nude lace set with a short bustier top. Although we both had good, hard orgasms, there was still a part of me left unsatisfied.

It should have been hot, eager sex like it usually is between us, but last night it felt like something was missing. His mind was somewhere else, and as hard as I tried I couldn't seem to fully catch his attention. It was there on the surface - we certainly both enjoyed him pinning me face down on the bed and thrusting into me from behind - but he just wasn't as into me as he normally is.

I've met up with this client so many times that you'd think I'd know him fairly well by now, yet this one remains a closed book. Perhaps that's what intrigues me. I don't know what he wants from me or how long he intends to keep seeing me, or if another girl will come along any minute and quench his sexual thirst rendering me useless. I guess girls like me don't get a say in that.

Off to distract myself,

Brooke x