I’ve got my first meeting with a service provider scheduled for next week.  They seem to prefer the term service provider so I’ll go with that instead of the aforementioned escort.  I like the sterile terminology they use for some things.  Pleasure restrictions was a cute phrase the lovely woman I’ve been communicating with used.  Hm, maybe I could consider this research for some writing project in the future.  Maybe I should be keeping receipts and file it in my taxes if I ever use it to write a book. 

I know, I’m so funny.

So I emailed her and we had a few back and forths.  I just got off of an introductory phone call with her.  My initial reaction is that she’s very professional.  You know when you go see someone who has an air about them that they are good at what they do and come from a place of understanding that they are good at what they do?  Those types of people have a way of talking with an abundance of confidence that I can’t even comprehend and this lovely woman has that.  

She did present a sense of busyness about her, but I believe that is more of her professional persona treating each client, and especially new clients with a transactional space between them.  I can assume that a lot of service providers deal with clients confusing the physical aspect of the interaction with the emotional feeling that often is linked to that physical aspect.  For all she knows I could be a lonely man looking to drone on about all of the different things I’d like to feel, do, see, say and experience while all I’ve given her is a 14% down payment on services not yet rendered.  I can’t blame her for keeping things short and explanatory, as all of the other stuff can happen when she’s on the clock, which is where I’ll reserve my assessment.

It’s funny though, talking to someone I’m going to have sex with and being too shy to say the word fuck, cum or even pussy.  The actual experience of it is going to be interesting.  I’m wondering how much she’s going to lead vs ask me what I want.  I don’t want to go in and seem like a bumbling fool but I also don’t really know what I want, or more accurately I feel like I want everything and can’t decide what I want the most.

Before we do anything she’s asked that I step in the shower and wash up and she said she could join me if I’d like.  I can’t tell if I should take her up on this and have her in the shower with me or not.  On one hand, a lovely naked woman in the shower, who says no?  On the other hand it seems like it would be taking up time that I would rather spend with her in bed.  If we spend 10-15 minutes in the shower after 5-10 minutes meeting each other and 10-15 minutes ending our session that’s, at most, 40 minutes of the hour which only leaves 20 minutes for actual bedtime.  

I think me stepping in the shower and washing off quickly is probably best, but then I’m also thinking it's going to be so awkward in her hotel room bathroom getting a shower.  I’d almost like to have her in there with me and doing the washing, which kind of goes into the kind of experience I want to have with her.  I’d like her to, basically, care for me in a way.  I want someone to finally attend to all of my wants and desires rather than me making sure everyone else is good.  

Yes, I’d love to lick her pussy and feel her legs heavy on my back while her thighs squeeze tightly around my head.  I want to smell her scent as my face plunges into her darkness, but that is my want and I’m not doing it to make sure she’s going to have an orgasm.  I can actually be selfish for once and not feel bad because I’m paying for the service and she’s the one providing it.  

What I really want is to lay in bed with her naked and have her run her fingers over my body.  I want her to touch my cock, which is probably going to be very erect, and just graze her fingers over it and make it jump and twitch.  

I want to be caressed.  

I want to be stroked slowly.

I want her to whisper in my ear.

I want to feel the weight of her leg draped over me.

I want her fingers to glide across my chest.

I want her to kiss me.

I want to smell her.

I want to lean over and kiss her back.

I think I’m going to become addicted to this.  I’m already thinking I’m going to make this a monthly thing, or at least whenever she’s available in the area.  There are so many more opportunities to meet with service providers in Halifax, not so much in rural NS.  I’m going to enjoy this experience and already anticipate it being incredible.  When it’s over I anticipate feeling loose yet full of an electric charge, similar to how I felt with an encounter back in October-ish (I’ll mention her at some point, not a service provider but it was incredible).  

I’ll expect to have a post about it next week.  I’m going to try to write something immediately after, although I’m not sure if I’ll have the ability to write down all of my thoughts before needing to get back into reality mode.  At least the next day usually allows me some free time to be able to ruminate on the experience.  Well, I’ll be ruminating but I’m sure I’ll also be looking to book our next time together as well.  Don’t worry, I don’t expect this to be a running blog on all the times I meet with service providers, although that doesn’t mean I won’t mention it frequently.