A little perspective with a Blonde Escort

He lay back for a few more minutes and watched her sleep. The only light in the room was from a moon beam that was washing the room silver in its path and she looked lovely in it. Her short curly blonde hair was tousled on the pillow beside me while she lay curled up and warm under a thin sheet she had found. I felt a sudden urge to touch her slightly parted lips, but I resisted because I knew she was sleeping and I didn't know how she would react if she was awakened.

Also, I knew constantly that she was just an escort, it was her job to make me feel wanted and desired. She was trained as an escort to seduce in a way that she would make me feel like I seduced her. And she was good. She had left the zip of her dress a little loose, I knew she had done it purposely, but when she turned her back to me and I slid it open, she purred like she was surprised I was undressing her, she had even put on a look of shame when the dress finally slid off.

She had taken out all the pins from her hair that had held it all in place, but when I held her blonde hair while I caressed her neck, she looked up into my eyes innocently, like she was clueless about the entire act of seduction. Needless to say, I had played along. I enjoyed being the seducer, if a beautiful blonde escort was willing to be seduced by me to the extent of letting me make love to her, who was I to stand in the way I ask?

But as I lay awake and watched her sleep, her small body rising slightly as she slept peacefully, it all came back to me. She did not actually want me, any more than the money that lay on the dressing table of the room. She did not really tremble under my touch when I held her waist and pulled it against mine. Were her moans real at all? What was real? My world seemed to start spinning as I watched her. I knew she was an "escort and that she was just doing her job, but I couldn't help feeling that I had made love to her when all she had had, was sex.