Straight Female / 37
It's Business, We Expect Performance
I grew up as an only child with my divorced mother. She was a school principal and I was a good student, nothing less than Valedictorian. I scholarshipped into college on grades and was set to graduate with honors. Two weeks before graduation I went with a friend to a graduation party. Neither she nor I had boyfriends, never dated, never kissed. I went upstairs to use the bathroom and a guy pushed his way in with me. Long story short he shoved himself into me. I was embarrassed and kept it to myself. When my period came there was more disappointment than relief.
It was ten years before I told my college friend when we vacationed together on a trip to Italy. I was up for partner in the accounting firm, her interior design business was doing well. She confessed her abstinence, code word for never been kissed. My experience was still central in my mind, it never leaves my mind. We were now in our thirties, paying our own bills. We sat and agreed that we could afford it and we should resort to gigolos, escorts. It was a business decision, upon our return we would set our plan in motion, no reason to remain in the margins when in everything else we were central players.
New York was our target, we lived in Boston. We queried the internet and found Craig's List. Our first weekend trip was what you expect, wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Gone in twenty minutes. At least we got some. We refined our search, our criteria, other internet dating sites. We hit upon a joint effort, two women two men, one room, one night. We wanted performers, for that price we were selective, big dollars big cocks, who could perform and keep performing.
For the last four years we have enjoyed the company of high performers, well paid high performers. The pandemic has meant we have had to switch to Boston, we rented a small furnished apartment, we upgraded the bed. We have our routine, we get going together, we prefer if the talent can cum on Q, we want to start together and end together. It is really a question of the talent pool, New York has it, Boston so far doesn't.
It was ten years before I told my college friend when we vacationed together on a trip to Italy. I was up for partner in the accounting firm, her interior design business was doing well. She confessed her abstinence, code word for never been kissed. My experience was still central in my mind, it never leaves my mind. We were now in our thirties, paying our own bills. We sat and agreed that we could afford it and we should resort to gigolos, escorts. It was a business decision, upon our return we would set our plan in motion, no reason to remain in the margins when in everything else we were central players.
New York was our target, we lived in Boston. We queried the internet and found Craig's List. Our first weekend trip was what you expect, wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Gone in twenty minutes. At least we got some. We refined our search, our criteria, other internet dating sites. We hit upon a joint effort, two women two men, one room, one night. We wanted performers, for that price we were selective, big dollars big cocks, who could perform and keep performing.
For the last four years we have enjoyed the company of high performers, well paid high performers. The pandemic has meant we have had to switch to Boston, we rented a small furnished apartment, we upgraded the bed. We have our routine, we get going together, we prefer if the talent can cum on Q, we want to start together and end together. It is really a question of the talent pool, New York has it, Boston so far doesn't.
