One on One

Damn this water feels good...

You know when standing in the shower, or even a steamy jacuzzi bath, how the hot water feels when t starts to cover your body...

Ooooooohhhhh.

Sh*t is almost ultra serene.

Today was a long day.

Not that I had been "working" all day, as today I didn't have an appointments. But it was just a lot of ripping and running. Just errands here and there...and because of the stupid ass drivers in Atlanta, I almost got into a wreck. Thinking about how this soccer mom van carrying some Arab-looking lady, driving around a slew of bad ass kids, almost hit my Escalade on Northlake Pkwy...like I said...Damn.

Now this was my time, home from working out...no Colony...no clients...just Me...

My thoughts...

And...

My d**k...

I mean I naturally have to keep my crown jewel as clean as possible (oh, yes, I get it checked too...regularly). And when you're in a business where sex sells, in order to make my clients happy...make me happy..."daddy" has to be happy.

Corny???

Again, I ask...what pays for this high rise condo? So if I wanna give my d**k a name, I can call it whatever the f**k I want.

Thinking about all the fun we've had together makes him stiffen as the lathered towel washes base to shaft. Running the soft fabric of the cloth over his mushroom-tipped head sparks a pleasant jolt through my loins.

Copping a squirt (masturbation, for you regular folk) had always been one of my modes of release from stress I would endure through out the week for as long as I can remember. First time I had ever really bust a nut by my own hand, I must've been maybe 12 or 13. I used to sneak a porno from my cousin, Don, and watch it while my mama was sleep or at work. My legs felt like jello when that first shot blasted off. Hell, I almost fell over on the floor. S**t was like a weight had been lifted.

So now you thinking:

If he get paid to get all that pu**y, what he need to jack off for?

Pleasuring myself is more than just a quick fix to an overarching anxiety problem that I have had since I was a kid. It's a transfer of power from "him" back into my own hands...meaning that as I have conquered numerous women with blows of reckless passion, something that wonderful, yet so beastly, can be controlled by my hand. There was a twisted sense of self-intimacy, as it was by my own love, need to get off fueled my actions.

It gets happy like a dog when you rub it, back and forth. Over and over. Slow, gentle strokes. Thinking of how good "daddy" would feel if he were getting to work on some well-off piece of ass. Like the lips on a pu**y would tighten, the towel gained more of a vice grip by the admission of my own hand.

The steam from the shower ran over, fogging the windows like one of those lusty scenes from a good movie. If only...

I thought about this coming weekend. The getaway with Jandra. Making her pu**y spill over with delight as we buck back and forth, humping like animals in heat. Only to crash and burn in the flames of the reality that our affair isn't much as taboo as it would be like two old friends making memories.

The more I thought about her tight little ass, the hold I had on the shaft of my d**k got harder. The strokes got more rigid.

Steam getting hotter...Jan's pu**y. No, my hand, was getting tighter.

Faster...Faster...

Deeper I dig into her love as we both moan, breathing in small breaths of air as the heat is almost too much. Making love to myself feels just as good as I know it would feel as if she had been wrapped in my arms, one of her legs wrapped around my waist, pressed against the wall.

Faster...Stronger...Harder...

It's not blood that is rushing through the veins of my hammer. It's excitement. It's anticipation fulfilled. It's...

Over...It's over...

Panting from the pure rush. The water still splashing against my head. Hard to tell the difference between water and semen, but it all washes down the drain anyhow. My legs still feel like jello as if I was that kid again. The shot still rendered me helpless for a minute as I needed to brace my hands against the bathroom wall.

And then I, we...

EXHALE