Holiday Season

I knew I had a 4 o'clock wrestling guy and a 7 outcall for 2 hours so my phone not ringing all day didn't worry me. Although I did receive a text from a guy asking in misspelled sentence, "Still rubing?" I pointed out his misspelling. He had no sense of humor. "How late do you work?" Another bad question. I asked, "Who are you?" He gave a standard name shared by 1,000,000 other men. I decided to ignore his texts to which he tried to guilt me for later making me glad I ignored his texts. Really I wish I could give him some insight into how he pushes people away, but I feel it would be a waste of my fingers moving. So the point of the previous sentences is I could relax and go Christmas shopping. I spent about $300 and it was fun. I went early to set up for the wrestler cause I had to put out my egg carton foam mat which I store in my closet and use about 3 times a year. All wrestlers are different. Some don't even want any sexual contact. This one did. Wrestling was the foreplay for the orgasm. I enjoy wrestling because it brings out the trash talking, older sister, torturer in me. I can hold my own, having studied martial arts in the past and keeping in shape. He was from out of town and got lost finding me although I gave him good directions. He listened to his Blackberry phone instead. I hate Blackberries. He was more than half an hour late but courteously tipped me for the time I wasted waiting. After he left, I put away the mat and fixed my incall to its usual decor. I packed my outcall bag for the evening festivities. I fed my dog and myself, brushed my teeth and put on my sexy business woman outfit to meet man #2 for a drink in the hotel bar before ascending to his room. He had bought the hotel on priceline but it was a high end hotel with easy parking. As we sat in the bar, I was feeling the alcohol and allowing myself to be outrageous. I said I was a connoisseur of hotels and cocks and was waiting for NPR to call me for an interview. He was a married lawyer who rarely travelled but took advantage when he did to sample the fruits of other women. He promised me he could have 2 or 3 orgasms which I got 2. He complemented me profusely, happily did not want to eat my pussy and left me a generous donation. I wish I could do this everyday.

an interesting side fact: Both these men had never tried prostate massage and I always offer it because finding another erogenous zone is always a good thing. Both of these men did not find their prostate to be an area of pleasure.