The Phone Courtesan

What can I say about my men?
I know, “my men” sounds of such ego. But they are my men. Over the years I’ve been blessed to know a lot of wonderful men.
I listened to them. I felt them. They shared parts of themselves with me that others in their lives have never met. I am honored they trusted me to be the confidant of their private desires.
To my men who are no longer on this earth, god I miss you. I miss the us we created taking each other to heights that I was certain we couldn’t possibly reach again. Yet we continued to top those erotic moments. I think of you so often. I still talk to you. I know you hear my thank you for being a part of my life and feel my gratitude for allowing me to be by your side while we shared your private sensual journey. In a beautiful secretive way we are forever connected. That thought makes me smile. I’ve enjoyed my livelihood since 2001 and working in my field this long, I’ve accepted I will loose many of you. Sadly, I have. It is my men that are no longer here with us that I honor tonight.
I thank you for finding me.

Yours Always, Kris