My big secret is, for a while I used to be a female escort for women. I kept it small and very upscale. Pretty much only me and my fiancee know this, and she knows it because she was one of my clients. She was my favorite, and I was the one who fell in love with her first. She is twice my age, but all my clients were way older since I was only 199 so it didn't bother me at all. It isn't that she makes lots of money (as in, way into 1 percenter territory), though I won't lie and say that doesn't make her more attractive to me. She is very well put together, smart, assertive, kind, witty, with an amazing smile and sparkling eyes, and I liked her as soon as I saw her. I was way more passionate with her than with my other clients. I would think about her when I wasn't working, and I would start checking my e-mail compulsively hoping she would make an appointment. Once she didn't for a while and I started freaking out. When she did I told her that she could spend the night for the same price, and she said yes. I wanted to make it the most amazing experience she'd ever had, and give her so much pleasure that she'd have no choice but to fall in love.

I greeted her wearing a see through gown, kissed her, kissed her feet then looked her in her eyes and kissed her crotch, and led her to the bedroom, set up with candles, incense and soft music. I gave her an erotic massage and kissed her body all over until I worked up the courage to whisper "I love you" in her ear, and then started giving her the most intense and passionate oral I ever had, like my life depended on it, and I felt it did. I refused to stop, after she would cum I would tongue and suck her vagina and ass (I only ever did that for her) until she recovered, and I started again, over and over and over. All her moaning and shouting and sobbing just made me try harder and harder. She got wild and pinned me down and rubbed herself really hard on my mouth until she fell on her back making "uh! uh! uh!" sounds, thrusting her hips in the air, cupping her pussy with both hands like it hurt her, with squirt dribbling out between her fingers. I put my mouth on her and drank it and sucked her gently until she calmed down and fell asleep. I licked her clean, then got a sponge and dried her sweat, covered her with blankets, then got under the covers and wrapped myself around her leg and fell asleep with my face nestled in her bush.

When I woke up my head was in her lap. She was sponging my face clean with warm water, and she was looking down at me with so much love in her eyes that I started crying. We spent the day in bed, just holding, touching, and kissing. We've been together for over a year now, and when she asked me to marry her I almost fainted. When people ask us how we met we tell a boring story about meeting through a friend, so that they quickly lose interest. Little do they know!