Luja, Oktombro 27, 2008

Well the work week has begun once again and I am still working through an agent, despite my better judgement. I did make some cash during my two day experiment last week but I did not make anywhere close to what I needed or wanted, which means that the real experiment will have to wait until I have more of a buffer between my bank accounts and the street. I do have some sort of impressive buffer even now but my standards concerning financial stoicism are somewhat unbelievable. In any case I had a wonderful evening and I am glad that it ended well for both my libido and my finances.

Most of my clients this afternoon were unexceptional. The first client of the morning was a good looking young man who was about my age but beyond that he was unremarkable, and my second client was even less remarkable than the first. But my third and final client of the day was a regular and one of my longest standing. His name is Edward and he is one of the dearest and sweetest men for whom I have worked, being more than respectful in his appreciation of my services. We see each other maybe once a week and he always schedules through my person phone line, which means no paying out to the agent when he comes around. The things which he likes are not all that difficult to provide - not difficult if you enjoy recieving cunnilingus and rim jobs with light fingering in any case - and his commitment is appreciated.

He is also the only client whom I kiss. I know that some women consider the no-kissing clause to be an odd and almost ridiculous trope and, when the question of kissing concerns being intimate or not, in most cases I agree with them. But for me the question of kissing has nothing to do with whether or not I am going to be intimate with a client. Last time I checked the services which I provide are a damn sight more intimate than some lip-to-lip action. No my reasons for avoiding the lip lock are the same as my reasons for refusing to speak French (or provide any other service) without a condom. It is just an issue of personal health for me, and I would prefer to not catch any one of the numerous and inconvenient oral strains that are floating out and about in the world.

It is for this reason that I feel just a little bit bad about kissing Edward during our session. The poor man has no idea that during our impassioned kissing I was transmitting something awful into his own oral environment. It was something that I should have warned him about when he scheduled his time with me and under normal circumstances I would have. But something inside of me just could not form the words over the phone. So now I feel terrible because, if this infection is as bad for him as it has been for me, it is going to make his life damn inconvenient. Though in the end I suppose it will all be fine so long as he never traces it back to me. No person appreciates being given a head cold.