In the puff-prose on my website I advertise myself as satisfying a certain niche fetish: that of a girlish woman. Now, you’ll be quick to say: that’s not for you. You’re no pervert. But, make no mistake, I have my customers. Like this one. A jurist. Criminal law. But when I write about my clients, it’s not to gossip. I do so only with good reason. I wanted to share this story so as to demonstrate something. Expose a hidden reality – not just gratify sordid voyeurism.
“But what if married men come to you?” the radio host asked me in a rigid tone. “Is that okay for you?”
There’s the eroticism in marriage, and there’s the eroticism of marriage. The eroticism of marriage is adultery.
On New Year’s Eve I had a date. A customer wanted to dance with me into the new year at a sex party. Now attentive readers may begin to wonder about such madness, paying me so others can have sex with me for free!
Well noted, yet my customers have very good reasons to employ me for such occasions…