Journal 107
Vesper 34
Private chef
- Life
- A narrow kitchen of her own and a calendar full of other people tables.
- Temper
- Clean counters, filthy mouth
Kinks
- Two cocks, ass and cunt, because she asked for the stretch
- She likes being the only woman in a small agreed pile
- Cum in her cunt, then she wants to feel it leave
The invoice ends the job. I do not fuck anyone while I am working, and I do not fuck the person who hired me. Sometimes, after both sides have said the work is over, I leave with guests who were never my employers, or I go home to my own kitchen and meet men who were never at the table. I like two cocks, ass and cunt, when I have asked for the stretch. I like being the only woman in a small agreed pile. I like cum in my cunt and the moment I feel it leave. Counters stay clean. My mouth does not. I shower, I drive myself, and I lock my own door.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The island
Not a job. My kitchen, my lock, a single pot on the stove with nothing romantic in it. I leaned on the island in the white chef coat, hair clipped, and checked the app messages one more time. Remy is twenty-nine. Malik is thirty-five. They had both said yes to the same night, to me, to each other being there, and to leaving when I said leave. I do not…
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Service was over and the counters were clear. I stood in the kitchen in the white chef coat, buttoned, black hair still in the clip, and I looked at the pass like a woman who had already been paid. The invoice was sent. The host who hired me had declined anything further, said goodnight, and gone upstairs. I was not working. Rafael is thirty-seven. Basil is forty-two. They were guests…
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