When fantasy is all that gets you through
There are nights that are just... tough.
It's still hard sometimes to find something that attracts me enough to a client to let me get into it. That's when my mind is my best, best friend. Certain things just squick me too much.
I close my eyes and picture someone attractive. The who, and the gender aren't important. When I rub my nipples, it's them. I picture multiple partners licking my neck, the back of my knees, my clit. I arch my back and pretend that I can feel the penetration deep, even if the current endowment leaves something lacking. I reach down and while I rub their balls I brush my ass.
I bite my tongue and moan. Never names. That's too easy to mess up. Unless someone really wants to hear something I stick to general words. I pant and build myself up- I've found the more I pretend the more worked up I can get.
I call myself a slut. I think that for me it's one of the hottest things to hear, even mentally, during sex.
And when I cum I smile, because I know it wasn't for him. It was for me.