He called me again. Same client, same spark, new idea. We’ve been seeing each other since my early days as a London escort, so when he comes up with something odd, I don’t really flinch anymore. This time it was “flatmates who suddenly… notice each other.” And yeah, he wanted it to turn into a 69. I rolled my eyes at the cliché but said yes straight away. I like that he still manages to keep me guessing.
Same hotel as always, key waiting at reception. That part almost feels like foreplay now. I went in casual—jeans, plain shirt—but underneath I’d picked something nicer. Silly, really, since he wasn’t meant to know yet. But it helps me slip into the game.
I pushed open the door and there he was, stretched out on the bed with his phone. He jumped like a teenager caught red-handed, fumbling to cover himself. For a second, I almost laughed—it was so over-the-top—but then I caught the pink flush in his face and it landed differently. Felt… believable.
“I just wanted to borrow your charger,” I said, hovering awkwardly. “But, uh, looks like you’re busy.”
He mumbled something, throat dry. Couldn’t meet my eyes. It made the air heavy. I took a few steps closer and the whole mood shifted.
“Want company?” I asked, voice softer than I meant.
A nod. Nothing more. That was enough. I slid under the covers and we lay there like we weren’t sure what came next, but we both knew.
When things finally tilted, it was a mess of limbs and hesitation until we found a comfortable position. Not graceful at all, but sometimes clumsy feels more real. Then it happened—the role play melted and suddenly we were in a 69, bodies tangled, mouths full of each other’s need. I don’t know why it always feels so reckless, like you can’t quite breathe and yet you don’t want to stop. That’s the strange beauty of mutual oral—it’s not about one giving and the other taking, it’s two people locked in the same storm.
After, we just lay there. My hair knotted, skin still buzzing, legs unsteady. I thought about how silly it sounded when he suggested it, and how strong it felt in the moment. Sometimes the simplest ideas, the ones you almost laugh at first, end up hitting the hardest.
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