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By *yldstyle OP Woman
over a year ago
A world of my own |
I suppose despite my fears and hang ups I've always been a risk taker. I've often done things others wouldn't.
I think it's safe to say I have balls bigger than a lot of men I know.(I just wear mine on my chest)
Sometimes my "fuck it" attitude pays off. Other times it's not.
I never thought my life would turn out the way it has. I suppose I'm still holding on to romantic ideals, hopes and dreams. However hopes and dreams don't pay the bills.
I work hard, I always have but it's never been enough and I've always been rubbish with money. Last November it became clear drastic action was needed.
I am not really what you would describe as attractive. I've got good boobs and ok legs but we are all told that women shouldn't be more than a size 12. I believed it. I hate my body, despite having lovers who definitely seem to love my curves, I've never been confident. I've often joked about selling my body but I'd have to pay them. I genuinely thought that to be true. I'm now realising that's not exactly the case.
In November I'd been through month's of car issues and struggled my way on holiday with my children. Christmas was looming and I was stressed.
I was looking for work. All the usual places first, to no avail. I needed decent money for the little spare time I had.
So I replied to an advert on Craigslist. He wanted some help with chores, I realised there would be a catch but for the right money i wasn't in a position to rule anything out.
We exchanged some initial messages. He wanted me to clean in my underwear and tease him. I was intrigued by his imagination and also impressed by him. Having been on adult sites for years it took a lot to capture my attention but he was.
We exchanged pictures and I couldn't believe that he wrote well, had an active mind and looked good. What's more seemed to like the look of me.
I'll admit it was a daunting thought but as our emails became more flirty I was actually a little turned on by the idea.
We agreed to meet. He was clearly quite well off as his address was fairly expensive. Somehow this made me feel reassured. Was I snobby call girl all of a sudden?
My heart was racing as I text to tell him I was there. Every possible outcome running through my mind, including the worst fears of ending up in a suitcase floating in the forth. I'd told someone where I was, I'd sent his address and picture to her. We agreed I'd check in and keep in contact. I'd been more precautious than some people are on a one night stand or on a fab meet.
I'd planned how the time would go, the scenario we discussed, the outfit changes etc. I was shaking as I walked towards the door.
His apartment was immaculate. None of his furniture came from Argos and I imagine he has never been in to a branch of B&M.
He gave me a tour and genuinely seemed pleased to see me. I counted the knives on the marble kitchen block, I took in the pictures on the wall as he took my jacket and led me into the lounge.
I'd almost forgotten why I was there until he handed me the agreed fee for our encounter.
To be frank, I almost felt bad for taking it as I was genuinely staring to look forward to our evening.
We chatted for a while, I liked him, funny, non arrogant, bright and like his place, he was very well presented and groomed.
I drank my water and didn't once ask myself if it had been spiked.
He asked me about myself, my life, my work, I was probably a little too open but he put me at ease as we discussed his.
As our conversation flowed I relaxed and he suggested we get started if I'm still happy to. Unsurprisingly not one part of me wanted to leave, although I could have.
I agreed and went to get changed in his bathroom. Even his towels were designer. What was this guy doing this for? And the surely he could do better than me thoughts started to enter my mind.
I was there though and I was pretty sure I'd enjoy it. So, I got into character and stepped out of the bathroom and through into the livingrooom...
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