Quote: "Its that time again. Its time for me to prepare for him and do the usual. He has been going through allot this month. But the only thing is he..."
Thursday Morning...routine as usual
I wake up to a text of initiation
For a brief moment a smile crosses my face
For three hours I wait for a knock
A clubhouse secret knock that signals a new experience
So I get ready for the visit
The timing is exact
No one is late
No stalls are present
I take a shower, brush my teeth and place some clothes on
I take the time to groom everything properly
But the same feeling comes to at the last hour
Its a feeling that never fails
The feel of this experience is wrong
That every encounter will cost me one day
And my last thought a knock is made
The experience begins
I am greeted the same way
I am hugged the same way
The same questions are asked but sometime avoided
This small talk does nothing for the final act
So we get down to business
He leads me as always to a domain that's suppose to be. Mine
A place of peace becomes his peace my chaos
Slowly I take my place as his dominating factor
Fulfilling fantasies and making movements of pleasure
For a few mere hours always three we are in gulped into each other
His phone sounds every time for the end
The end of the experience
The chimes that say he has spent the right amount of time
So we stop
Regardless if either one of us finish
My objective is to make sure he is satisfied at least
I watch him as he collects his clothes
Walks to the bathroom
Washes up
Uses his red towel
His favorite face wash
He walks towards me to
Laying here naked
Kisses my forehead, neck then breast
Ask me to walk him to the door in all of my nakedness
Kisses my cheek all in silence
Then I'm alone again
This routine has been going on for three years now
He swears that at some point it will end
But it hasn't
I wanted it to end but he says seeing me alone is hard
Seeing me not alone is even harder
He does not say I am the best he has ever had
But I am enough and that should make me glad
So I sit in this tub washing away the feeling I fight
Thinking about who he returns to
He comes to me in the morning sunlight
This is all before kissing the love of his life
I am the mistress but she is the wife
And I do not complain
A place and name I have been conditioned to
So I wait another month until I receive another text
Life goes on without a hitch
No arguments...no pitch
This is the role of a American Courtesan
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