nightmarebrunette:

After the double, as usually happens when I spend time touching a naked girl, I kept thinking about the extraordinary quality of my friend’s skin. Even though her body was tight and toned (no cellulite, no love handles, but not ropey or aggressively athletic) there was a give to the surface. A plumpness, actually, like that of tree fruit. And she was dressed impeccably in a pearls and a black bandage dress. I’m so easily fascinated by seamless femininity. For whatever reason—my impatience, ignorance, insecurity—I can’t fathom having the skills or wherewithal to look that flawless.

I don’t know how any client couldn’t love her, even as she spoke transparently about her boyfriend or paused during her pelvic rocking to try to remember the name of a movie. At one point, while I was working a glass dildo in and out of her, she said, “Oh, we forgot all about this little guy. He’s just hanging out here, like “hel-lo’” and she tapped the man’s half limp penis on her arm like it was knocking at a door. She’s intensely lovable and eminently touchable. Which is really all it takes to be a success.