(Judge not lest you be judged)
What's the most important thing you have learned from a client? My favourite client is fighting lymph cancer. He is a fascinating man. He has taught me lots of things. To enjoy life, to always be honest, to myself. But he has also taught me not to be afraid, to enjoy life and to realize it will not last forever. To enjoy my wealth when I can, to share my wealth when I am alive. And that it does not matter how much wealth you have, because that's yours, but only for as long as you are here, but the most important thing he has taught me is............. If your life does not exactly add up,....you have to subtract. And he has also taught me that cumming out at 53 has helped to prepare for death at 54.
This client spend some of his remaining time visiting escorts. During this time he spend many, many thousands of pounds. He was very generous. Some escorts took the piss. I asked him to write about his experiences on his web-site. He called what he wrote "A Celebration Of Escorts". None of the names used in the article are the escorts actual names. But they will recognise themselves. I for example am called Micky, because of the Micky Mouse tatoo on my arm.
I have learned he was a very difficult man at times. His funeral seemed to be a celebration of that. I was very much the outsider, but I wasn't the only whore at the funeral...
"You're a nice guy, but at the start you frightened me a bit, but now I've realized I love you very much. It was the money which made all the difference, of course. You remember, I hoped you'd be available for four hours and I got the right amount of money from the bank. You were available - but you then refused to take all of the money. We larked around, whatever I asked you to do, you did it and didn't winge; I couldn't call it wrestling; we touched each other's bodies; we talked; something happened. I can't put my finger on exactly what it was, but there was something. I'd moved on just a little on my journey to get over my hangup about gay sex, and I began to be a bit less frightened of the sexual organs, and penetrative sex itself. Was it trust? I don't know; I just knew I'd moved on. I even thought about taking up your offer of a quick trip between the sheets!!! "
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