escort diary® of Amber Monroe: Feeling extra naughty
I don’t know what spell I woke up under today, but wow, the universe really dialed up my wicked streak.
Every message from a client felt like a spark — not the usual polite back-and-forth, but something that made my stomach flip and my lips curve into a smile I probably shouldn’t have been wearing in public. I swear, I was practically purring at my phone.
Maybe it’s the thrill of it — the dance of suggestion, the teasing, the way a simple compliment can feel like someone brushing a fingertip down your spine. Today I wanted to lean into that energy… just a little too much. I found myself crafting replies that hovered right on the edge of naughty, letting my words linger like warm breath against a secret.
And oh, the looks I got. The kind that say I’m imagining things I probably shouldn’t be, even if no one speaks it out loud. Normally, I’m the one who keeps things balanced and polished, but today? I wanted to play. I wanted to break my own rules. I wanted to let that mischievous, blue-sparkled side of me peek out and say, “Hi, darling… miss me?”
But the best part? Keeping it just under the line — that electric almost. The forbidden flavor. The way it leaves me humming with energy hours later.
Let’s just say… if temptation were a sport, I went home with a gold medal today.
