Skin to skin, we laid in the darkness.

I pulled close to her, spent and content. I inhaled the soft lavender and cashmere scent that oozed from her tresses. She felt amazing when we fucked. But that’s what I paid her for.

But now? How she felt in my arms right now? She felt heavenly. I only found peace when I was wrapped around her.

That is what I really paid for.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm-hm.” She reached back and caressed my cheek. I felt a blush from my skin in response to touch. “You were amazing, baby.”

We drift to sleep, and life feels like it’s almost complete.

My pursuit of pleasure is driven by loneliness. Sex in and of itself is a malleable pleasure. You can dress it up or down to fit whatever it is your needs are.

My needs… are extremely simple, but getting them met feels more complicated than most.

As dawn arises, I feel her body pull away from me. A warm breeze of air fills my arms before the covers collapse around me.

We’ve done this so many times, this girl and I, that picking up her clothes in the dark is two parts art and one part science. She says nothing as she dresses.

I booked a suite for us. Her personal belongings, including her purse and my companionship donation, are all on the couch, well away from where the magic happened.

As she is dressed, she disappears into the bathroom to brush her teeth and refresh her face.

I use this time to grab my phone and look through my matchmaker’s selections. None of the women seem right. Their eyes scream of a loneliness even deeper than mine. That could never be a good thing, two desperately lonely people.

Two negatives only made a positive in math, the last time I checked. Then again, it’s been years since I’ve been in school. I don’t know what they’re teaching kids these days.

“Darling?” She emerges from the bathroom, looking refreshed and smelling like aquatic lilies. “What would you like for breakfast?”

“Have room service order whatever you like, dear.” I smile a pleasant smile. Pushing the covers of my legs, my feet hit the ground for the first time in hours.

I throw on some clothes. “There’s a Starbucks around the corner. I’m putting my order in through the app.”

She responds, “Skinny vanilla latte.”

I arch my brow. “Darling, you put on a performance last night. You need your calories.”

She blushes, just enough to give her a rosy morning glow. Thanks to her makeup, and the sex we had, she has the false appearance of a woman in love.

“Fine, make it breve. I’m in the mood to swallow a rich and creamy vanilla load anyway.”

Her comment makes my cock stir. After grabbing our drinks, she gives me head with swallows of the hot liquid in her mouth. The hot creamy liquid swirls around my shaft until I release the rich vanilla-flavored load she coaxed out of me.

I should feel ready to pass out again. But I’m up and energized. That morning blowjob made me feel like…

Superman.

She cleans me off with a warm washcloth and buttons up my shirt. Dressing me is one of her more intimate touches.

“Order whatever you want, darling. Relax. I’ve requested a late checkout, so you don’t have to rush to leave.”

“Awww, baby.” She says. “You’re so thoughtful.”

We kiss before parting. It’s a slow, sensual kiss, one where our lips grind and rotate against each other.

I want to feel my soul leave my body.

I don’t.

“Later love,” I whisper, before closing the door behind me, overnight bag in hand.

But there wouldn’t be a later.

This would be the last time I’d step into a suite with her.

Not because she’s bad. She’s amazing.

But she’s a professional. She takes my intimacy personally, so long as it lines her pockets.

My pockets were deep. But my desire for love was even deeper.

My loneliness would be sated for the next few hours, maybe even the next few days.

But it would always returns.

And I couldn’t keep putting bandages on this deep, aching wound.

I needed something that would be mine to keep.

Forever.