I let Paula know yesterday that I wanted to end our arrangement.
She was pretty cool about it. We have been very frank about the arrangement since the beginning. It was agreed in advance that if one of us came to this point, we would be open about it. We are going to see each other one last time on Wednesday, then call it quits. For a 20 year old, she surprises me. She will do well in life.
Paula’s is hot, and the sex is off the chart. We have a cool vibe together and get along well. She is intelligent, articulate, and passionate about her studies.
However, there is that quiet moment when we are laying naked together that is missing something for me. It is very FWB. There is no real connection between us. It is the same with some of the escorts and is perfectly fine for ad hoc sessions. However, with an arrangement, I see now that I want more.
In hindsight it is obvious that ultimately I would have had to choose between the two arrangements: Stacy or Paula.
I choose the connection: Stacy.
She is also hot, intelligent, articulate, funny and a demon in the sack. Plus she and I have this one extra piece together. A piece that will surely be trouble for us both in the end.
I see Stacy in a much different light. We had dinner over the weekend at one of those salad buffet places. She met me there after work. Salad and a bowl of soup. No sex. No session. Just a simple meal. Afterwards we held hands and walked around the PetsMart looking at fish.
I am crossing a line here. I know she feels it too. Neither of us is in the right place for a relationship. Yet, here we are.
Timing is everything.
We’ve talked it over this weekend. Our arrangement will evolve a bit. Formalizing support, time spent, boundaries etc.
I prefer the term mistress over SB. An old fashioned term, but well understood.