Echoes from the past...
I'd taken a client to dinner. The client is female, attractive and young. We have flirted goodnaturedly throughout the dinner but we both know that it is going nowhere - we are both married and unwilling to stray. But we have fun, pretending otherwise.
It has nevertheless raised my frustration levels to ball-busting levels.
I return to my hotel a little drunk and with my libido boiling. I walk out of the lift, heading to my suite. I see two women walking towards me.
I immediately register the following facts:
- They are pretty.
- They are sexy.
- They are escorts.
Not everyone would make them - they are not streetwalkers in fishnets and thigh-high boots - these are high-end escorts, courtesans. However, to my practised eye the signs are clear - a little too much make up, a fraction too much perfume, heels that are not really practical, clothes that are a touch too revealing to be appropriate for a Tuesday evening. Their bags are larger than average (all the better for holding the lube, toys, condoms, make-up, stockings, lingerie, etc. that any self-repecting escort carts around). There is also their gaze (and gait) - confident, assured, sexual, knowing. And they are leaving a 5 star hotel at midnight (not the usual time to start a night out). They eye me up, knowing that I know.
I consider the situation - probably all it will take is for me to engage them in conversation: a greeting; an invitation for a drink; a couple of sexual innuendos... And we could be ensconced in my room, three bodies entwined. Naked, kissing, stroking, licking, tasting, testing, sighing, sweating, probing, pumping, coming... Pleasure unbounded.
God I want to.
I can feel the cash in my pocket - the key to this sexual feast.
But I smile benignly and allow them to pass. Their eyes flick downwards - I am not interested and therefore they switch off.
They are my past, not my present or future...
But the hotel porn gets a bit of a beasting...
Enjoy...
posted by Salvatori at 9:08 am
6 Comments:
ive been reading for months now and have enjoyed ur posts but i cant help and smile about your present fidelity. *pats back*
Why thank you for the readership - I sometimes wonder if there is anyone out there - and the pat on the back.
But is my wanting to be unfaithful and not doing it almost as bad as the act itself?
Thinking about doing could only be as bad if you're Catholic. Which would bring you to a moral catch-22. After all, as Moore noted, "If wishing damns us, you and I/ Are damned to all our heart's content". He suggested, of course, that you might as well "enjoy/ Some pleasure for [your] punishment!" Clearly, the religious line of reasoning isn't likely to keep you chaste.
everyone can be tempted and desire to do but not everyone can say no. so i really dont think wanting it is the same as doing it. just dont dwell on wanting it. and ardent, i dunno where u got that line of reasoning, ive never heard that in my catholic church :D
Thats some amazing will power you have there.
To be able to size up the situation and say no in the nick of time, thats something.
“But is my wanting to be unfaithful and not doing it almost as bad as the act itself?”
NO,You did nothing unfaithful.
You deserve enormous praise for not giving in to a strong test of temptation. You were able to leave NYC with your self-respect in tact. Good work!
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