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

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Today

Kirsty's gone homeward bound. She enjoyed getting out of her "humdrum" existence and hanging with the whore. I will see her soon, no doubt. I've taken the day off. Decided to play pool and have an afternoon cocktail. The joys of working freelance. The weekend will be busy. I;ve agreed to go Upstate with Frederick (see below). His cabin is in the wilderness and he promises there will be much work to do. He sometimes likes to play a little rough. And he loves the outdoors. So do I. I grew up in a small town surrounded by woodland and farmland. In my teenage years I often go deep into the woods and strip off. I'd walk naked always praying that I'd be discovered by someone walking their dog or a farmhand on his break. But no one went that far into the woods to walk their dog. Such a shame...

1 Comments:

At September 24, 2004 9:01 AM, Blogger Kim said...

Henry, I'm not sure where I followed the link from to you blog but I'm glad I did. I hope you don't mind if I add your link to my Soiled Doves sidebar.

Keep writing.

Kim

 

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