My den of boredom

I am so tired. I should go to bed instead of write. My hips hurt from these crazy positions we did in yoga today. After yoga, I was not rushing, doing errands such as getting milk and picking up dry cleaning, knowing I had 2 evening appointments. Then my phone rang and it was a regular asking to come over in an hour. That would give me 1.5 hours to get ready for my 2 hour evening appointment between, so I said yes but had to start rushing. The client got so relaxed by my tickling his back (after having an orgasm as well) that he asked for an extra half an hour. I declined because I had to walk the dog and get some kind of food from the store, which I should have done earlier while I was at the other store, but I had to get something ready to eat because I wouldn’t have time to cook, See all these behind the scene details. The client who really didn’t feel like getting up said, “Walk the dog in 10 minutes and eat in 5.” Yeah, I wish. If the dog isn’t well exercised, she won’t behave while I’m working and the store takes 10 minutes to drive to. This is boring I’m sure. Well the 5:30 was for 2 hours. He was also a repeat regular who is very nice and meets the requirements of my preferred client list by not desiring to eat my pussy. This is kinda funny, isn’t it. Women, and I used to be one of them, want men to want to lick their pussy. I used to really enjoy it. I have theories but no real evidence on why I don’t like it anymore, but they are boring. I will spare you. He likes me to be in control and use him as a plaything. that’s the mental space. The physical acts include, prostate massage, fucking him with a strap on, masturbating in front of him, riding his cock and pinching his nipples. Actually it was pretty hot when he came I was positioned so that the way I was stroking his cock, it looked as if it were mine and it gave off a big explosion. That must be one of the fun parts of being a guy. I had 1.5 hours again till my 9 o’clock who was somebody I had never met, from out of town. I walked the dog again and ate some sushi and bread with salmon spread, laundry, cleaning, the boring of life. Lighting candles takes a long time actually because I have approximately 25. He was shy I would say or felt uncomfortable at first. He laid down for a massage and we barely had small talk. I found out he flies a lot internationally and has a dog. When he turned over, I said, “Now you’re going to have to tell me if you have boundaries and what you like.” He claimed to have no boundaries, but he forgot. When I put a condom on and went to mount him, he remembered he didn’t want to fuck. But he liked nipples, ass, cock and balls and also did not want to eat pussy. Yay! He came quicker than I planned because he asked for 1.5 hours and by one hour he was done but then he started talking about concerts and recreational drugs. He has one of those medical marijuana prescriptions. I asked what he told the doctor to get it. He said, “My neck hurts.” It’s that easy in some places in the world. He had a lot of stories to tell for the rest of the time and then he got dressed and left. I didn’t feel like driving to a hotel near the airport where I had retardedly left my vibrator after an outcall last weekend but vibrators are not cheap and they are good, so I drove. The client told me he would leave it at the front desk with my name on the bag. I was not surprised when they couldn’t find it. I have boring theories on what might be up with that which you will be spared again. I only found this part amusing. The desk attendant, whose first language was not english, asked me what was in the bag. “A vibrator.” I said. and she nodded and went to look again. Did she understand me? Did she figure out what the situation was where upon a vibrator would be left and reclaimed? I didn’t worry because vibrators are luckily, not illegal.