It Never Hurts the Second Time

This is my story. And Josie's. And anyone else who wishes to contribute. It is the detailing of experiences of those who work as 'escorts'. The good, the bad and the ugly. A safe envirnoment for sometimes unsafe thoughts and happenings. Please feel free to comment or email me. Take care

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Sidney

Sigh. I recognized the voice even before the first cough. It’s Sidney. He tells me my voice eases him out of ill health, which he seems to be in a permanent state of. He is my weakness and is very much aware of that. It’s all because I let him visit without payment. In fact, three times. But not on the first occasion. He was generous then. But there was one very late night when I called him. It was a week after we had met and I had been thinking of him a lot. This small rotund man with the sausage fingers and the fattest cock I have ever sat on. He made me cum without touching myself. And when he came it was in torrents. I didn't have to eat again for days...

I must go. There is now someone due at 4.30pm. I will make myself a drink beforehand. It is a new client. "Roger".

Next time I post it will to carry on the story that started below. With the odd present day aside.

My email: hurtssecondtime@hotmail.com

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