Originally Posted by
Head4heights
She is engaging, playful and passionate and has the most beautiful petite body. I enjoy a relaxed unrushed encounter ending in a long easy chat. Nearly two hours pass before Im sitting back into my car.
Out of courtesy, I normally send a thank you text. I never receive or expect a reply. So before heading back down the road, I take a minute to send a genuinely grateful text. By now it's after midnight and the traffic on the motorway is almost non existant so my mind starts to wander again but this time it's filled with visions of her, her laugh, her smile, her eyes as they stared into mine, her warm embraces and I realise that the memory of this encounter will not so easily fade.
I know what I'm like, call it loneliness, emotional immaturity or just being human, but this lady has gotten inside my head and it will take some time for me to get over. Turning off the motorway now, nearing home my mind still filled of her, my phone buzzes, my heart races, my mouth is dry, I know it's her and I know I'm screwed.
Sitting here now in blissful misery, my mind still full of her touch, her smell her taste, wishing the impossible, I have only one piece of advice for my fellow punters....fear not not the Escort who might steal your wallet but beware the one who might steal your heart.