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The Appointment

June 25, 2008 in dear diary | Comments (0)

The other day I woke up feeling really pent up, needing a boost of masculine confidence.  I was overdue, and it was weighing on me.  Doing it myself was out of the question, so I naturally called Sheila, my special lady, to see if she had an appointment available.  Luckily, she did.  I made sure to wear my worst clothes, as I expected them to be ruined afterwards.  During my lunch hour, I slipped out of the office and into her third-floor walkup across the street.  It’s barely advertised but invariably filled to capacity with regulars, many of whom look like they need it bad.  I sat quietly in her waiting room, nervously flipping through magazines and trying to avoid eye contact.


When it was finally my turn, Sheila beckoned me seductively, with a wry smile.  She was sucking on a lollipop, same as always.  As I followed her into the other room, I passed her last client, who had a visible spring in his step as he exited.  Sheila asked me how I liked it.  ‘Gimme the usual,’ I answered playfully.  She went to work without another word; I mostly stared at myself in the mirror as she worked her magic.  Vague sensations of wetness and foam barely registered in my reverie.  When it was over, she gently lifted my chin with her delicate hands and asked if I was satisfied.  I nodded affirmatively.  She was the best; I knew she’d be discrete and keep my preferences to herself.  I paid in cash and slinked back to the office unnoticed; the only clues to my whereabouts were the itchy hair splinters on my shoulders and the telltale smell of talcum powder on my neck.