escort diary® of Gabby Glass: Why I became an escort
I recently gave up my day job (field technician installing and maintaining sensors that basically count people - mostly in the retail industry) because it was really pissing me off. Not the job itself, but the company I worked for. Inefficient as hell.
So I decided to work for myself doing something I really enjoyed
Years ago I used to enjoy sex but thought it was something that only took an hour or less. You suck him for a bit, he licks you out until you cum a couple of times, then you fuck, then it's over for the week (or month.... or longer if you're married).
Then I left my husband and started playing. And now I know different. Sex is something to take plenty of time with. If he is barely holding on, no problem, suck that cock until the first load is out of the way. Then settle back and get stuck into each other. Mouths. Cocks. Toys. Whatever. Really enjoy all the sensations. You eat him. He eats you. You fuck for a bit. Then he might use toys while he rests his cock. Then you get hungry and eat that cock again.
And you just keep going and going until you're both absolutely fucking shagged.
Saves a fortune in gym membership and you're too busy fucking to sit in front of the TV eating snacks.
So I decided to become an escort. But in a standard escort booking, the client generally dictates the specific activities indulged in (within the parameters that the escort has agreed to), and the length of time spent on each of these activities. So in this scenario, it is reasonable that the escort be paid for her time, by the hour or half hour or whatever was agreed on.
In my case, I fully intend to enjoy myself as much as my clients do (but preferably with many more orgasms ) and therefore my dates must not be rushed. And that means they need to be without a time limit.
I have a fefish for sucking cock. Hard cock, soft cock, cut cock, uncut cock, big cock, small cock, white, brown, or yellow cock, I don't care. As long as it is clean, I want it in my mouth. And I want to really enjoy that cock. And that doesn't mean bobbing my head up and down and trying to make it explode. That means exploring that cock with my tongue, with my lips, feeling it against the insides of my cheeks, feeling it against the back of my throat, and if it's long enough and I get the right angle, feeling that pop as it slides down into my oesophagus past the ridges of my larynx. I may need to suck that cock for five or ten minutes, or I may need to suck that cock for an hour or more.
Sometimes the cock may go off in my mouth long before I've satisfied myself with it, so I'll swallow that delicious protein shot, allow a few moments to let it quietly recover in the warmth of my mouth, and then I'll gently continue my enjoyment.
And sucking cock like this makes me wet. And when I get wet I need to be satisfied. Sometimes I need to be fucked hard and fast until my toes curl, and sometimes I need to have my pussy eaten until I thrash about and struggle to escape and then I need to be pounded until I lose it.
So this is why I had to become a fully independent escort, where I decided the rules.
And working for myself leaves me more time to spend catching up with friends and family, reading, and also accepting more volunteer wildlife rescue and transport jobs.
