Page 4 of Souvenir

“Imagine those long strong fingers touching you. Imagine those fingers exploring every inch of your beautiful body. He’s trailing the tips of his fingers along the length of your arm. How does it feel?”

This guy must be out of his mind. He expected me to play sex games in a chat app? Sorry buddy, I wasn’t game. I didn’t sign up to get cozy with a man I didn’t know. But even as my mind resisted, it reminded me that I joined an escort agency to get laid by some stranger. So, what harm was in getting to know the guy a little first?

“It feels good.”

“Can you feel your skin tingle from his touch?”

I laid back on my pillows and closed my eyes, imagining some strong hands sliding over my smooth silken caramel skin. I could not only feel his hands, but lips also joined in.

“Yes.”

“What else do you see?” he asked.

“Lips, nibbling my earlobe and my neck. He’s making his way down my cleavage.”

The fantasy was becoming too real that I actually felt my body respond. It’s been so long since I felt anything remotely resembling desire.

“Can you feel the tip of his hot tongue tasting your sweet silky skin?”

“Oh yes,” I breathed.

This was getting too hot too fast. One thing this guy knew was how to make a girl relax. In no time, I’d forgotten that he was supposed to be an anonymous dude who I would meet once and never see again. I wasn’t supposed to be roaming my hands along my own breasts, brushing my nipples with my own fingers.

What kept bothering me was that I had to break the fantasy in order to type my answers. That wasn’t good enough. I needed to hear his voice in my ears whispering sweet nothings. I wanted to feel his breath on my skin. As though sensing my need, his next message gave me pause.

“Should we change the setting?” When I hesitated he added. “Voice messages only. No photos and no videos. We can mask our voices if you want.”

“Can we do that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Give me a minute.”

In the few seconds it took him to change the settings, reality set in. This wasn’t supposed to be real. There wasn’t supposed be any emotional attachment. All I wanted was to meet him once and be done with it. Getting attached to this guy over an app was a bad idea. I knew he was an escort, but I was emotionally starving for attention as much as I was craving sex.

“Wait,” I typed. “No voice. No text.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just meet me at the designated location on Christmas Eve as appointed.”

“See you there.”

As soon as we closed the chat, my phone rang. I jumped, causing the phone to slip from my fingers onto the bed. I reached for it, wondering if maybe he’d gotten my number and was calling.

“Silly,” I mumbled. A grimace crossed my face as I took note of the number. “Hi Barbara.”

“Savvy, what you doing for Christmas?”

Like every year, my friend from down the street was asking the same question. And every year I would give her the same answer.

“I have plans.”

“No you don’t. Misty told me you gave her time off. You never go anywhere without your body guard.”

“She’s not my bodyguard and how dare you question my driver?”

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