He dons his latex as I lay back apprehensive
don’t know why
this isn’t my first time
He’s gonna take care of me
always does
“relax,” he tells me
I sigh
We begin
His tool enters me
I wince
it’s been a while
He just smiles, digging deeper
deeper
the slight sting shouldn’t feel so good
He hits a sensitive spot
My eyes snap shut
body tensed
teeth clinched
nails biting crescent moons in the furniture
He’s still smiling
knowing when he leaves his mark, it’s forever
after our session
I thank him for his service
leave a tip
make an appointment for next month
We got a tattoo to finish
*I WAS GONNA TITLE THIS BETTER THAN SEX, BUT...NEVER MIND..."
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