Fit

It was my birthday. I was home alone on a work-from-home day and decided to give myself a gift I had been putting off for ages , my first time with an escort. I was in an open relationship at the time, which lifted the guilt but not the butterflies of a first-timer. I researched, I chose, and Érica Chocolate’s profile grabbed me instantly: a fit, sculpted mixed-race woman, a wide smile, a body that screamed hours at the gym, and an energy that mixed tenderness with filth in just the right proportion.

We set the time, but I didn’t count on the wildcard: the meeting. She arrived at my apartment while I was still trapped in a call that was dragging way past its scheduled end. I apologised with my eyes, showed her the couch, offered water and coffee. Érica accepted with a calm that already soothed me , you could tell this wasn’t her first nervous client. I explained it was my first time with a professional and she smiled, saying she’d take care of me. The meeting finally wrapped and I could breathe.