Home calls are always so... romantic, for lack of a better word. There's something so beautiful about bringing your makeup kit and your best, most whisper-thin lingerie, and your mouthguard and all your favorite toys. And the intimacy and the trust of someone letting you into your home, and knowing that you won't have to worry about even the hugest guy doing something that would be unwanted for you. Today, it was a male client who was starting to be distracted and felt like he had a strong need for an outlet, so he chose to hire someone like me. I felt really proud about how happy I managed to make him, and how relaxed and safe he obviously felt as he was using my mouth.
The ride home on the train was great as always; it felt so right to be seen wearing such beautiful clothes, and the appreciative looks on the eyes of the men. I'm spending more and more time in the sauna, these days; I guess it's me wanting to enjoy the warmth all over my body, like I experience when sharing a bed with a client. I think the next I should do is find something to watch in the main room. So, let's sit down, make ourselves comfortable, and see if there's any of the re-enactments from Centuries of Heroism seem any good...