Authentic Sex...his truth and hers

AUTHENTIC SEX?

MARK’S TRUTH

"How can you? She's a prostitute!”

The anger in her voice slapped him more violently. 

He had no answer, or none that would have made sense. 

"Answer me!" "Answer me!" The second command louder than the first and her eyes bulged, "ANSWER ME!"

 She launched headlong into him slapping and screaming while he took every blow without defence.

"This is the first contact we've had in a month" was the only thought that crossed his mind as he stood there. "We've been married fourteen years and this is the first time you've touched me in weeks." was his silent thought, the unspoken words lost as he covered his face now against the blows.

He'd known it couldn't last. The lies. The new "business" trips to London and the late nights. It wasn't so much the lack of sex that had driven him to despair. Jenny had stopped talking to him, stopped even arguing with him.

 How many times had he said to himself "I don't think I can go on?" How many times had he wanted connection again? Authentic connection.  Her website attracted him. Her face attracted him and her message attracted him. Her voice on the phone attracted him. Mark could speak the truth.

CANDICE’S TRUTH

 Candice kept watch from her bay window, checked her table-clock and made sure her room was presentable. The mattress on the four poster was new and the duvet clean and freshly laid. The pillows fluffed and the sheets crisp.

 The sun light entered the room and sparkled on the porcelain roses draped around the rail which held the silk drapes above the bed. The aura around her was a reminder that she was more than a sex worker, she was a counsellor and a relaxation therapist. Men came to her because she was an intelligent conversationalist, an artist and a passionate companion. She knew the rules of her position and she knew the ways to put a man at ease. And sex? She knew how to perform sex in many different ways, in many positions, but always in control.

 She would place her hand on his shoulder to turn him slightly towards her, bring him closer and place her arms around his hips. When he turned, he would be met with a smile that excited him, assured him of the hour he was about to spend with her. Never had the man turned away or faltered, never thought of anything other than meeting her lips gently as a greeting. She'd rarely had a man grab at her or act roughly when she did this. It was a skill, a way of connecting in a physical and an emotional way without over stimulating the client.

 It set the man at ease and allowed her to focus on pleasing him.

Candice brought men to life. For an hour at least they could talk freely, be themselves and enjoy her body. This was her truth

 It was a dance she,and one men enjoyed.