I volunteered 

Even though he wasn't my type 

He was one of the most talked about sugar daddy's 

There was gossip about him

Coz of his eccentric taste 

And he piqued my interest

The monthly ritual of picking someone new from the brothel

I volunteered 

We left for his place 

In the silence of the car

We were ushered into his chamber by his man servant 

The ambience was atmospheric

Books of erudite decorated his sacred space

Lighting his cigar, he asked me to strip slowly and meticulously

Even though the fire kept the room temperature warm

I felt a chilling sensation sweep over me when he commanded 

I stripped removing my red little dress

Walk, he said 

I stuttered around the room with only lingerie 

His gaze pierced my flesh

I went closer to him to initiate 

But he pushed me away

Remove your pantie

Bend down and finger yourself, he commanded 

Befuddled, I did whatever he said

He watched...the flames of the cigar were the only veil between us

I started flowing

With juices trickling down my thighs 

He came between my legs

And inhaled the aroma of my musky flesh

I went on till I climaxed...

Drained, when I opened my eyes

I saw him on the chair, smoking 

This much will do, that's all he said 

Paying me handsomely, I was dropped back at the brothel

Some encounters... remain inexplicable.

©LR