I please people. That’s what I do. Woman, to be precise.
I have to embody their ideal, the men they've yearned for, even if it means putting on a facade or weaving tales to captivate them. It's not just about looks; it's about connecting on a deeper level, captivating them with the essence of the good man I am inside. Engaging them with my gaze, delving into conversations that leave them wanting more, because in those moments of dialogue and intimacy, a few hours feels fleeting.
What they crave is more time.
I must present myself impeccably, meticulously groomed from head to toe, all for that gratifying expression when they see me walk up to them. It's a moment of revelation for them, finally attaching a face to the enigmatic figure atop the enticing physique they selected. Whether they appear anxious or nonchalant, the instant they lay their eyes on me I signal a commitment to spending the next few hours in their company. I immerse myself in unraveling their persona, even if it takes the entirety of our time to comprehend them fully. Adapting to their demeanor, merging my character with theirs, I strive to create a sense of familiarity that leaves them pining for more even as time together draws to a close.
I long for lasting connections, not just moments.
