Marc, Oktombro 14, 2008

Last night wound up turning around on me after one client called my personal line and another client called my agent. It worked out well because I got the first in and out pretty quick and through no fault of my own. He just finished sooner than he had expected. It was a little bit awkward however because the two gentlemen wound up being back to back to one another and so they saw each other on the way in and out of my hotel room. But they were younger guys - the sort of who go to Vegas and give each other high fives while sitting at a stripper stage - so they did not seem to care all that much. It is only ever the older men or the professional men who seem to care about discretion at all. I do care about the discretion of my clientelle very much but it is sometimes nice to realize that I do not have to worry about it as much as would be normal.

Speaking of discretion I realize that I have not written about many of my clients the last few weeks. For the most part this is because I only ever write about those whom I find interesting and the last few weeks have brought more than a few lovelies but nobody interesting enough to commit to writing. But my last client of Columbus Day evening was just such a sweetheart I feel that I must sing his praises here. To get started I should mention that he came in through the door with this real genuine smile that expressed a sense of friendliness more than it expressed a sense of lustfulness, which is uncommon when one is a relatively well constructed woman answering the door in a relatively well constructed state of undress. This meant that he scored points with me right away and that I was going to take my time with this particular session. Once he came in we sat and spoke for a minute or two and got to know one another and I found out that he made his income through illicit means and odd jobs as well all whilst I freshened up after my previous session. The cleanliness of my clientelle is not the only hygiene which I am concerned about after all.

Now in my experience the thing to remember about fucking a fat man is that they do not necessarily get their nut with ease. I have seen far more athletic types blow out long before we even get started with the real business of fucking, and so it is always good to remember that you are in it for a good length of time. It is also important to take everything that you may believe about fat people and throw it right out the fucking window: throw out any notions which tell you that someone large has low self esteem, that fat folk are unattractive or even disgusting, that they have bad attitudes, and so forth. Aside from being one hundred percent untrue in most cases these socially programmed beliefs are going to get in the way of your work. After all if you are aiming to give someone a good pay date then you should always find something about the client which you find attractive and if you are focused on ridiculous ideas which have been arbitrarily attached to weight you will not be able to accomplish this.

In my case I was fortunate because I found the young man quite attractive. He had a pleasant attitude and seemed to enjoy throwing more than a few genuine but understated compliments in my direction, he had that wonderful smile which showed me just how much he enjoyed being there with me, and to be honest there was something about the way his body moved and flowed that made me feel very comfortable being around him. To be brief I found him to be a warm and inviting person whom I could let myself enjoy being around. This all played together in my head to make for some excellent though lengthsome fucking during most of which I found myself straddling his impressive girth. There were one or two handjobs thrown into the mix but the greater bulk of the time was spent in straddle city and my outher thigh muscles are still sore and stiff from the workout. Once we had finished - which took the entire hour session - we laid in bed together for about ten minutes and continued our chat from earlier on, and once we were done he smiled and thanked me for my time and left. After all of this I took a shower and hummed a few bars from some terrible pop country tune before throwing on my clothes and doing the same. It was a great end to a decent night.