There comes a time in the lives of some men when obvious hits us right in the face. I need sex and I don't like the current choices. I need that something extra that most women don't pick up on, and if they do, they think it's silly or childish. The obvious solution, however brief, is a hooker. But I prefer an escort like my friend Cheri. She's gorgeous and knows me well.
It may seem odd that a man can have a platonic friendship with an escort, especially if he has used her services, but I do. Cheri and I have spent many of her "non-working" days just going places and having fun, each of knowing that sex will not be a part of it. No pressure or expectations, just enjoying each other's company.
I was her "plus one" a birthday party for one of her girlfriends and she introduced me as a friend of her family. I took her to Florida for a tropical weekend holiday for the two of us, just for the fun of it. No sex was expected nor offered, and we had a great time.
That being said, when I do need her services, even though I still pay for her time, Cheri knows me well enough to deliver the experience that I need when I call her. So, I called her. When we get together, there is little need for much discussion; she knows exactly what I like and she claims that she enjoys playing the game. Another reason that I only call her and nobody else.
However, I decided to change up the procedure just for fun.
"I have an idea on how to make things a little more interesting," I suggested.
"Are you suggesting something totally different?" she asked.
"No, just how we go about it."
"Lucky for you that I'm in a playful mood, Will. What do you have in mind?"