Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
I was curious, so I booked time with a "provider."
Did I say I was married?
Why? Curiosity. Danger. Excitement.
The things that make a blog a blog.
An...tissssss...i...pay-shun! (As in "I see you quiver with...")
Wanting to be bad. Mid-life crisis. Shit I don't know. I might do it again. She was nice. A real pro, she was.
Now I'm WRITING about it.