I get an unexpected text from Melissa. She’ll be available this afternoon. She never works on weekends. A little time in the Secret Apartment on a rainy afternoon.
I enjoy both lives. The escort side is exciting and fun, but not realistically sustainable every day. The married side, may sound a little dull but it is very grounding.
Grinning, she lies back on the bed, and pulls me down with her. We lay there a moment with eyes matched. More light kissing, then she offers me her neck. I have missed her. I feel the moans in her throat as my lips are pressed there.
I’ve been seeing her for months, Melissa is one of my ATFs. She doesn’t post or have a website. Appointments are booked by text. We meet at an apartment she keeps across town. It’s upstairs on the back of an old building.