Do you ever have one of those moments when you step back and look at what you're doing, almost as though you're a stranger to yourself?
I had one of those yesterday. I was wearing a strap on and fucking the arse of a very cute guy many years younger than me. It was a very cute arse too, and feeling between his parted thighs with my hand, his bound and restricted cock was rock hard and ready to be used on me in a short while. He was wearing a short, black skirt of mine, a frilly purple top, stockings, and a 1950s style corset/garter belt.
He's also straight and married with a family. His wife doesn't know about the other side of him, the side he pays me for.
The other side of me, watching from outside, thought how sad it is that we live in a culture where people can't freely express their sexual wants and needs, most of which cause no harm or damage to anyone else. Part of my service is providing a space for gentlemen to express themselves in a safe, non-judgemental space. Some of my clients have never been able to do this before.
Then I went back to enjoying fucking his arse. With every thrust the end of the dildo pounded my pubic bone, and eventually I came.