Hooker dearest,
it’s been many a night I’ve paid for you. And each time has been better than the last, I’m yet to be disappointed. I mean the way you work that tongue feels like a fresh fish flipping in my mouth- amazingly wicked. Remember the last tender embrace? It last over 4 hours and as the sun came up after the bar scene…nothing could have been more romantic.
I think my favourite memory of us, would have to be the time you invited three of your friends and asked for 2 of mine. You’re one wild foreigner y’know! Ah but alas, the good times have ended and I’m not sure what your intentions are anymore. Especially since you took up the stage job. Now you’re clientele is just beyond my means.
Dearest Hooker love, I’ve been burning to see you again because there are a few things we share in common. I have more money now, so I can pay for the wonderment and passion again. But I have already paid more than you’ll ever know. I’ll tell you. I have really paid: of course with everything, there comes a price- and it has more than one meaning with you. I know we’ve shared some great intimate moments (where the dollar didn’t matter) - or you turned the clock back an hour and just gave me your heart. Well sadly to say, in the process, you gave me quite a bit more. And it itches.
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Dearest John,
With every love comes risk- and with every risk comes consequence. Unfortunately in my line of work there is much risk but the payoff is great. I tried to tell you about some of my previous affairs and exclusive relationships- but you didn’t want to listen. At least know, that we’re in this together. It would be beneficial for the both of us if you kept this between us. I don’t want my client list to know that I’m unsafe. After all, I do practice safety in my workplace.
You were the exception. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. The fact that you became a regular made it exciting and intimate. It wasn’t just another happy customer. You know you were my 40th love. I mean my first love happened when I was quite young- 16 and it was a sweet-high-school-innocent fling that went horribly awry. I suppose some of my long term customers I would consider love- as repeat offenders would hold an affinity for certain crimes…anyways! The many loves do not reflect the same in each case. Some were loves based purely on lust and others were based on intellect. Then again there were a few that were based solely on monetary ASSets. Pardon the pun.
I know you’ve been wondering where I am now. I’m in a much better place. I can’t believe the senators are such horny bastards! And I don’t know where the hills are here in Beverly hills, but let me tell you- the homes are as big as hills. I don’t know if this is the place for a small town gal like me. But the pay is great and the sex is even better. Maybe I’ll change my name and straighten up my life…
Sorry to hear about the rough patches you’re currently going through. There is treatment available and I’m with you in spirit. It’s the burning that unites us and the itch that keeps us in touch.
Author notes
edited..dropped the second half as it wasnt as punchy
Written May 5th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- inspiration often enters through the window of irrelevance... by Skye Ze.
400 points, ended July 8, 2006, 28 entries
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this is definitely interesting and unique...I'm not sure what i was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what i got! you have some interesting imagery, although overall i'd say it's a bit too long. still, quite creative....
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please please please we are only 15, and we said no adult humor. I have to say that the first part is not made for a child to read. I have not read the second part and no offense, but I will not read it. Thank yuo for your entry in our contest anyway. Besides I am sorry to inform you that the rules need to be respected and you have obviously not read them. It is for this reason that I have to take you out of the contest. Sorry.
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Sorry I only read the beginning of this poem and I'll like to remember you that we are only 14 yrs old! Please tell us the quickest as possible if you think we should read the rest!!
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This was a surprising entry, but it does squeeze into the criteria, so good on ya! Thanks for being different, and GL in the contest!
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This is the second John and hooker story I've read in this community. To me, this is a very interesting concept, one not many people are interested about.
Sometime ago, I befriended a prostitude in her fifties and spent an entire night talking with her in her hotel room. We had no sex. I don't expect you to belive that, but our only contact was at dawn, when I hugged her and said good bye. It was the longest, most interesting and disturbing conversation I have had to date. She told me her life story. Beginning from the life she led 20 years ago as a young, successful attorney. Then went on telling me about her abusive father, her own children she had later on in life and her white supremasist husband. She became addicted to drugs not long after beginning her career as a hooker. Was raped and beaten countless times, escaping death more than once. She had fucked a few serial killers, cops, bishops, her own father, but ironically never a person of the same sex. That's just because a woman cannot force her to fuck.
At the time she was homeless, was born and raised in Salt Lake city, but her family lived in the east. We talked about pedophilia for about two hours. She told me about the people who had sexually abused her as a young child, I told her about my own experiences, something I had only talked about with a psychologist in my teen years. At around two in the morning she called up a mexican drug dealer to get some dope, I paid 55 dollars for it. She said she would pay me back and if we had sex, it wasn't going to be for money. Around 4 in the morning she stood up from the armchair that was in front of the dining table and discovered a large stain of menstruation blood, her jeans were soaked, but hadn't felt the fluid. She went in the bathroom, took a shower and came back to pick where our conversation had left off. This time, she looked different to me, her hair was wet, and she wasn't stoned anymore. She looked at me through eyes of a friend, it was almost as if we had known each other for decades. What a strange fucking night, here I was, talking about my deepest secrets with a cock sucker I now felt very much in touch with. My time to leave had come, I had to be at work very early in the morning. As I reached for her hand she said to me; "see you around kiddo, you have been one of the strangest things that has happend to me. Oddly enough
I felt the same way. I'm currently writing a story about that night. The weird letters were fun to read.
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Hm, this is something different to read...there are many parts that stood out for me, in particular this bit, as it made me giggle:
"I mean the way you work that tongue feels like a fresh fish flipping in my mouth- amazingly wicked".
I think the story could have been shrunk down a bit and still kept the interest of the reader...overall i enjoyed this write very much...don't stop penning
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Good write
That was chilling. The way the writing decended, slowly, carefully. That was a weird ride to a bad place.
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Good write
That was chilling. The way the writing decended, slowly, carefully. That was a wierd ride to a bad place.
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This was a sad write to me..losing of love even in this case...is hard..and to see it in the form of a John letter...really good...thanks for sharing this brilliant piece...Peace Muddy
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wel i think its gr8 wel done!!
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in this case i was trying to "give it a face". it was also a call out to her own self for some attention. this case was also "What if a regular started to be more than business or feel more than business"
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What I liked: the idea itself is neat, and I would like to see this developed further.
What I didn't like: it just wasn't realistic. I don't think you've ever met anyone who has ever worked in the sex industry, or how they go about their business, or how they think. There's lots of pragmatism, lots of compromise -- hardly anyone is philosophical. In fact, they do what they do because they think it is going to be a step up in the world. And Johns? Johns don't go to hookers because they are looking for love. To them, it's just business. -
intense. incredible
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I disagree with Neurosine. I think this is perfect. Hilarious, yet sad and thought provoking. It's strange to think that a hooker and her fuckbuddy would have such conversations. Obessions and hatred are wierd things, but you've done a good job on this, well done!
Luke
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I don't think you should make those huge swathes(sp?) in the piece. I think you should tighten it up alot and perhaps give it even some loose form. I see where you're going, but I think it could and should be short and sweet.
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Damn, talk about mind trips. Great peice. It has a nice twist at the end and really is very well written.
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I suppose it is interesting - But not really my sort of thing - Albert.
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LOL Hooker dearest! You make him sound all cultured and romantic, and here he's talking to a hooker (of course that's not to say cultured men don't pay for sex, but it's unexpected).
"Now you’re clientele is just beyond my means." should be "your" and I don't think you mean clientele... as he himself would be considered clientele.
I think the hooker's quite intelligent, but she's nearly scolding him so it's funny. The comparison of love with crimes is rather shocking, but so appropriate considering the theme here (unless they're in Vegas, eh?)
This line is hilarious! "It’s the burning that unites us and the itch that keeps us in touch."
I love how she gets annoyed- like a celebrity with a stalker fan! And then the twist that she's writing to herself? That's just wacky. -
I love the uniqueness of this piece. It's quite funny and very well-written.
As for the part after the double lines, I think you should keep it. The twist is good, and helps.
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