Man, today was rough. That hick client was absolutely disgusting. I was kind of disgusted by him the first time I saw him. But he was worse this time around. On top of that, seeing is gun poking out the back of his shirt before he left was the nail in the coffin.
The thing that drives me crazy is that he is polite in person and even during sex. After I told him to keep his fire arm in his car and he agreed, you’d think I’d be able to move past it and allow him to keep seeing me. But he’s kind of sleazy and he’s gross and smarmy and I can’t look past that. His eyes remind me of the devil. There is something unholy about them. I’ve blocked his number. I don’t want him around me anymore.
My next client was my cute, Korean, ex-marine. Since he was in the military, he’s also a gun nut (he revealed this today) but he’s so pleasant to be around. I love talking to him. He’s pretty funny too. After he got out of the shower, he tentatively made his way over to my side of the room so he could get some kisses. It was very cute. I was standing there, thinking, Why does it look like he wants to come over here?? 👀 Then, I realized he wanted some affection.
Even though he is pleasant to be around, I couldn’t wait for his session to end either. I’m either having bad PMS or I’m burnt out from seeing clients.
Ugh. I wish all my clients could be like British Twat: sexy, stylish, wealthy, and with a big gorgeous dick that can actually get rock hard… I want everything except his cheapness.