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mind wandered. I wasn’t at all nervous to meet Maya. How easily would Maya come? I didn’t know what she liked, but I would explore her body and remedy that as soon as possible. Was she thin or full-figured? Tall or short? Would she taste sweet or spicy? She deserved a good first experience. Having this go as smoothly as possible was best for her. If this went sour, it could ruin her view of sex forever. I didn’t want that resting on me, but was sure I could make it something special for her.
    I’d have to relax her somehow before the main event. A few orgasms should do the trick. I smirked to myself. Because that would be such a hardship for me.
    There was something about a woman in the throes of orgasm that did something to me. Not only was it sexy as hell, it was validation, all I needed to know that I was in the right profession.
    I had come across all types of women during my time as an escort. Some women were large, and others were small, but at the end of the day, they all had something about them I liked. I’d never been turned off by any of my clients. I never needed to take pills to make me stay hard. The truth was that horny women made me horny, and I loved making even the classiest of ladies wet. It was a powerful feeling, one I had yet to become sick of. I didn’t think I ever would.
    My phone shook in my hand.
     
    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: RE: Mmmm…brownie points.
     
    Quinn,
     
    Gah. I guess we had to get to that eventually, didn’t we?
    Well, there’s not a lot to that answer. In total, I’ve dated two men. They were both in college and didn’t amount to much. There had been kissing and groping, a bit of fondling. One of those men treated my breasts like a wind-up toy, while the other thought squeezing my nipples really hard would get me going. It didn’t. It hurt like a bitch.
    The first guy entered me with his fingers and thought shaking me up like a milkshake machine would make me come; the second tried going down on me.
    I fell asleep.
    I’ve touched a mangina. Never seen one up close though. I’d always insisted on darkness when doing such sinful things.
    That’s about it.
    Yikes. Now that I think about it, it’s kind of pitiful. Sorry.
    Okay. My questions to you are:
    1)      What is your favorite sport to play?
    2)      Or, What is your favorite sport to watch?
     
    Pathetically yours,
     
    Maya
     
    I winced multiple times through reading her email. The two men she’d been with sounded like a couple lady-killers. Poor girl. No wonder she never tried to lose her virginity. She likely thought sex was nothing special. It didn’t matter though. I’d show her everything she needed to make sure she’d have a healthy sex life.
    Mangina.
    I snorted a laugh and typed my response.
     
    To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: RE: RE: Mmmm…brownie points.
     
    My poor Maya,
     
    I pity the fool who had you in his grasp and disappointed you so thoroughly.
    I’d like to say that bedroom games come easy to most, but they don’t. Sex is an art, and if you aren’t taught the basics, you have no hope in hell of pleasing anyone. The key to sex is communication. Don’t ever be afraid to tell your partner what you like. If you don’t, they’ll have to guess, and men (or women) can’t read minds…unfortunately. How cool would it be if they could??
    You aren’t pathetic. Not even close. Stick with me and we’ll work together to make you a phenomenal lover. That’s a guarantee.
    In answer to your question(s), I love to play basketball. My best friend thinks he’s Jordan circa the early nineties, but he’s more Dennis Rodman circa…now. It’s sad. Really.
    And you won’t believe it, but the sport I most love to watch is curling. Those damn Canadians sure know how to party, eh?
    Now, as you can see, I’ve answered both your questions. How about we do it this way? Parties can either answer one, or both of the questions