“I bought him dinner last night.  Doesn’t that give me some rights?’

Nicole laughed through the phone.

“Now you know better than to say something like that. You sound like a…” she began.

“Like a what? Like a man?” I asked slyly.

“What exactly happened?” Nicole asked diplomatically; I could hear the smile in her voice.

I took a deep breath and began to explain my previous date with David.

“…And?” asked Nicole. “What was the problem?”

“He’s a cookie monster” I whispered through the phone.

“A what?” Nicole asked flatly.

“He’s a PUSSY MONSTER! Whenever we start to play his head immediately goes between my legs. All he wants to do is eat my clam! I have never spent time with a man who seemed sexually attracted to me but took such a long time getting around to fucking me!” I said with exasperation. “Besides, I didn’t feel clean. We’d been out for like five hours in an open window in the heat. I wanted to take a shower.”

“Girl, I still don’t understand the problem,” Nicole laughed. “You are such a control freak. Civilian men aren’t like clients. When its time to have sex you can’t segue into your whore cleansing and candle lighting. Its just sex and it isn’t always squeaky clean. If he wants to eat your cookie you have to let him as much as he wants, maybe that does it for him and then he’ll give you what you want,” Nicole suggested.

“Anyway, he became frustrated that I wouldn’t let him lick my pussy and I left shortly after. Oh my God I regret it. I’ve masturbated like eight times today. I have the female equivalent of blue balls. He has to know what this is doing to me, he knows what I want and what I don’t want and he’s playing with me. The way he touches me…no one has made me this sexually excited in a very long time- wait a second, I have another call on the other line, can I call you back later?”

“Okay but you need to remember, he’s your boy toy, not your client. Loosen up and enjoy him giving attention to you not because you think he likes it like you would with a client….but just to enjoy it for you. He’ll get around to giving you what you want when you relax. He sounds fun.” she advised.
Nicole and I ended our call and I clicked over.

“Hello?”

“Hi, can I speak to Ally?” he asked.

“This is she,” I responded.

“Oh..Hi. I, uh, found you on Backpage…are you available to visit me tonight in New Hampshire?” he asked quietly.

“Absolutely! I can come to you anyplace in New Hampshire tonight,” I said sweetly, fighting my recurrent urge to vamp and lay it on thick like Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke..."

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