Copyright © 2009 Sarah Masters
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This hunger, it eats at me, plagues my life with its dominance. If it pertained to food, I’d manage the affliction by eating and exercising the calories away. Alas, my hunger is for sex. As much of it as I can get. There. I’ve admitted it. They say the first step to getting better is admittance, though I don’t know how doing so will enable me to get better. Can I get better? Is medication available for what ails me? So far, I have given in to my desires and fed the beast that sends pulses to my clit, feeds my mind with images of carnal delights so that I have to act on them, play them out.
I bless the day I met Mistress Shadow. She sauntered up to Madam’s reception desk as though she’d been there before and glanced at me signing in for work. Pure lust dominated me at that moment, and after Shadow moved into my apartment, I shared everything with her.
I can hardly expect her to sate all of my desires, but she understands my predicament, why I have sex with all of my clients as well as her. She takes what I offer and looks at me as though she loves me as much as I love her. But she doesn’t. No. She loves me as much as she is able, but I’m under no illusion that she’d prefer Beautiful Luke over me any day.
Well, that’s enough from me this morning. The work day begins in half an hour. I have Mr. Lewis for my first client. Too exciting.
Name: Mr. Harvey Lewis
Preference: Nipple tweaks, ass slapping, hair pulling.
Notes: Enjoys a wide variety of positions, though he
prefers me on top.
Harvey has been my client for the past six months. We’ve built up a good rapport over that time, and, of course, even though it isn’t exactly allowed, Madam sent him to me straight off as he’d enquired as to whether her girls offered any extras.