I Was A Whore

In my twenties I ended up escorting and have to say actually enjoyed myself. Without being arrogant I know I’m good looking and took care of myself. I worked out five times a week, did my hair and nails, not to mention at 25 had a breast augmentation that made me slim and busty (30FF as you asked).
I kept rates high and generally that meant business guys or rich guys only.
Five years ago I bumped into a regular in a coffee shop and he said hi and offered to buy my coffee. I accepted, we chatted and I left. His next visit he was friendly and after sex we lay there and he told me he had enjoyed chatting over coffee and would I be happy to do it again.
We spent six months having a monthly coffee and our monthly sex before one day he said he had decided not to book me anymore. When I asked why he said I don’t see you as purely a sexual release anymore and I guess you’re not looking for a boyfriend. I said no and we parted wishing each other the best.
But over the next month I missed him and after a glass sent him a text. Over coffee I told him I would like to date but two rules. We wouldn’t have sex for five dates and secondly he couldn’t ask me to give up my work.
He followed the first rule and on the sixth date the sex was fantastic.
Eight months in he broke the second rule, but I forgave him because he added “when we get married will you stop”.
I fell in love with my client and married him