the table in the corner

Jesse St. James. You've heard of me.

[escortkurt-blog]

As you may, or may not have noticed, I have a thing for brooches. I thought I’d make my collection a little bigger. 

[j-saint-j]

Oh, I’ve noticed. It’s a very distinctive fashion choice. You pull it off, somehow.

[escortkurt-blog]

The good thing about doing an online shopping spree every now and then is coming home to some packages almost every day. You know, my wallet might not always agree with me, but this definitely makes my day, every time again.

[j-saint-j]

What did you get?

[escortberry]

Today has been quite interesting.

[escortberry]

You do not have to apologize for someone else’s actions.

Of course you can ask. I don’t mind answering. Obviously, I am all about pleasing one and making sure their needs are met. However, this guy wanted me to peg him dressed in what he considered a ‘sexy’ chicken suit and cluck the entire time he came. I am not one for judging others but I will never view chicken the same again.

[j-saint-j]

Still, I feel like one person’s actions or desires gives us all a bad name. 

That’s...Significantly worse than I ever could have imagined. I’m sorry your relationship with chicken had to be severed. 

[j-saint-j]

No Light Thing

[escorthunter-blog]

Hunter panted into the kiss, losing all effort to hide his arousal and excitement about getting to please such a hot client, and a nice one at that, too. He trembled a little as Jesse claimed his lips and body, moaning against Jesse’s lips as his fingers moved over his sensitive nipples and ribs. It was difficult to form a coherent thought, less alone speak a sentence that made sense, but at Jesse’s order to keep talking, Hunter leaned back a little, making it easier for Jesse to open his pants and reveal the tight black boxerbriefs he was sporting. 

As he leaned back, arching his back a little, he moaned out “God, how hard you make me, Jesse.. you’re so hot, and you know just which buttons to push. I want to suck you so hard, I want to make you fall apart under my lips and fingers just like you manage to do with me.” Pressing his hips up to meet Jesse’s hand  the escort groaned in frustration over the pent up sexual energy sparking between them. “I want you so much… so fucking much, Jesse…” leaning closer again, Hunter pressed his forehead against the musicians, taking a shaking breath as he let out with a husky voice “I want you to use me… do with me as you please, fuck me, ride me, I don’t care as long as I get to feel your skin against mine, as long as I get to feel you!” 

[j-saint-j]

Jesse exhaled a long breath when he managed to get Hunter’s jeans open, revealing the fabric covered bulge beneath the thick material. His hands were strong and sure, pulling the fabric down as much as possible before grasping the escort’s hips, slipping one hand around to grab his ass, slipping his hand under the fabric of his underwear and jeans. “Fuck, Hunter, if you look as good as you feel...” He trailed off, surging up beneath him.

He let out a low moan when Hunter began to speak, the younger man’s words affecting him just like he knew they would. He squeezed down on his handful of Hunter’s ass, massaging the muscles with strong fingers before pulling back to focus on his cock, allowing the escort to thrust against his palm. “You want me? You want to fuck me?” He asked, the questions confident despite the desire in his voice. “You have to earn it, come on, show me you can be a good boy.” It was risky to throw around that term, but Hunter had reacted positively to it so far, and he was sure the gamble would pay off. “Take off your clothes, and then take off mine.” Jesse ordered, laying back against the pillows before moving his palm against Hunter’s hard cock, illustrating just how good he could make him feel. “Be good, and I’ll give you what you want, Hunter.”

[j-saint-j]

Text: Jesse

Hunter: Of course I am! So amenable! I'll send you my adress in a sec.

Jesse: I have to finish up in the studio, then put in some time at the gym, and then I'll be over.

[j-saint-j]

Text: Jesse

Hunter: I actually have no idea... I'd say no, definitely no if we keep hush hush about it.

Jesse: Fantastic. I'll be over later tonight, if you're amenable.

[berrymav]

I am and I thought so.

[j-saint-j]

Do you enjoy it?

[j-saint-j]

Text: Jesse

Hunter: As if I'd ever turn down a blowjob.

Jesse: Question: do I have to pay you to give you a blowjob?

[berrymav]

A little bit of stripping and earning money.

[j-saint-j]

And you're White Chocolate? Excellent name choice, by the way.

[j-saint-j]

Text: Jesse

Hunter: Of course I will, I'm not a child after all.

Hunter: You do know I'd never use any of it on you, right?

Jesse: Just wanted to make sure. Let me know if you need anything - painkillers, blowjobs, juice.

Jesse: I do.

[j-saint-j]

Text: Jesse

Hunter: It's alright, I guess, I don't have a headache, but I feel tired and exhausted and my arms and legs hurt.

Hunter: Thank you.... I just... I don't want any of that to fall into the wrong hands, you know?

Jesse: You need to drink water. Will you survive the night without adult supervision?

Jesse: I know the feeling. Don't worry about it. You have as much dirt on me as I do on you.

[escorthunter-blog]

[PM] I feel like celebrating!

[escorthunter-blog]

Yeah, alright, that’s good… Just remember that if Sebastian, Puck or Santana call about a job, I can’t stay. I still gotta work when I gotta work.

[j-saint-j]

Of course. I would expect nothing less.

[escorthunter-blog]

[PM] I feel like celebrating!

[escorthunter-blog]

And if I promise that I don’t pretend to like hanging out with you for the money? Maybe you only pay me when we, you know… actually do stuff? Because that’t the part that’ll cost me a hefty sum if I give that away for free…

[j-saint-j]

That...Sounds reasonable. I can definitely work with that. I'll pay if we happen to run into paparazzi, as well, since that's similar to an actual event.

[j-saint-j]

Text: Jesse

Hunter: I don't know, I was completely wasted, I didn't even remember sending any of it until I saw the texts when Marley checked in on me.

Hunter: Could you... not tell anyone about what I sent you? Better yet, delete the texts?

Jesse: Oh, I knew you were wasted. I hope you aren't feeling too miserable.

Jesse: Of course. Rest assured, I won't repeat what you said. I'll delete the texts now if it makes you more comfortable.

[j-saint-j]

Text: Jesse

Hunter: Hey... sorry for keeping you up yesterday, I know you have a busy day at the studio and you probably don't even read this until late, but I just wanted to apologize... I don't even know what got into me, I was really drunk and didn't think about what I was writing..

[That afternoon, on his lunch break.]

Jesse: It's all right. It sounded like you needed to get some things off your chest. I couldn't decipher some of it but I hope you're feeling better. Besides, I did initially ask for drunk texts, and you certainly delivered.

[escorthunter-blog]

[PM] I feel like celebrating!

[escorthunter-blog]

I don’t like that you’re always thinking about it. At least when we hang out… I want you to relax and unwind, and you can’t do that if you second-guess everything I say or do. 

[j-saint-j]

Therein lies the problem. I don't have a solution.

[themasonsawyer]

Why is it

[themasonsawyer]

I’m pretty sure any company would be good company right now. Don’t start feeling special, St. James. 

[j-saint-j]

I never stopped feeling special. It's a fact of life. If you're so bored, work on the harmonies to the new song.