henry calvin daughton
" i've been supporting my sisters by becoming a male escort. they don't know. " [/i]
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Post by henry calvin daughton on May 30, 2013 20:26:44 GMT -5
------------------------------------------ His heart rate was up and he could feel the sea breeze in his hair; Henry was in his element. He jogged along the shore making sure to stay in the loose-sanded section of the beach. Better for the calved and it burned more calories, not that these things mattered to him. What mattered to him was keeping his body in shape to stay at the top of his game when he was at work. His family depended on the money he brought in, especially after the accident and he wouldn’t let them down.
Henry kept up his quick paced jog for another fifteen minutes before coming to a walk and letting his body cool down. He glanced out and into the bay to watch the boats sail by. He was a sailor at heart and when he had his chance he would sail away into the sunset. For now though he would have to settle with walking around the dock and ogling boats that weren’t his from afar. Henry knew life wasn’t fair and that his dream was probably going to stay just that but he liked to think, hope, that maybe one day it would come true. Miracles happened right?
A boat moving slower than the rest caught his eye and he stopped to watch it for a moment. It looked familiar and when he finally was able to place where he had seen the boat he broke out into a small smile. His little sister Elizabeth had gotten him a miniature wooden sailboat for his birthday one year and it looked identical to this slow moving one he was currently observing. The thought of little sister made his smile grow just the tiniest bit more. She was annoying at time and could be a pain but in the end he still loved her knew her heart was in the right place. Most of the time. Then he thought about his other younger sister Kimberly or Kimmy as he so fondly called her. She was the peacekeeper of the family and rolled her eyes at him and Lizzie when they got into their wrestling matches or started telling inappropriate jokes. All and all he loved his family and would do anything to make sure they were taken care of. Which leads to why he needed to stay in shape. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to make money. Henry cringed at that thought and continued on his cool down.
It wasn’t like Henry exactly enjoyed being a male escort. Sure he made killer money and by default had a rocking body to boot but he wasn’t exactly sure what he would put on his resume when it came time to apply for a real job. He couldn’t put male escort down and before this he had worked odd jobs just to make ends meet. He didn’t exactly have stellar references because he didn’t stay around anywhere long enough to be able to make those connections.
Henry felt the stress seeping back into this body and sighed. He could really never escape it, it would always be there looming, waiting for him to allow it to creep back in. Henry lifted the bottom of his tank top to his forehead to wipe off some of the sweat that was starting to stream down his face. Stress or not he would take care of his family.
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rebecca jane wright
" i continue to sleep with random guys because i?m afraid of commitment. " [/i]
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Post by rebecca jane wright on Jun 18, 2013 22:16:13 GMT -5
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Rebecca really didn't feel overly proud of what she did. She felt like a whore most of the time, like a prostitute who didn't get paid. But any time she started to feel a genuine connection with someone else, she panicked. her blue eyes scanned the bed next to her as the unnamed male spread out and patted the spot beside him. She curtly shook her head and pulled her black locks out of the elastic. She always put her hair up during sex, at least with strangers. that way when she left it was less suspicious. She didn't like to look the part, she just liked people thinking she was the kind of girl who just never wanted to settle down.
truth was, if you took away all the lies and deceit you would see a girl who came from a particularly broken family, and who really just wanted someone to reach out and break through all her defences. She was fully aware that she didn't make it easy, that was intentional. And the more she thought of someone actually breaking down her walls the more she built them up...the last thing she ever wanted was to end up the way her father had. When her mother died, Rebecca's father legitimately fell apart. He started sleeping all day and not eating, he grew thinner and thinner before her eyes and slowly she started to embrace the fact that she was going to lose him too. And then, instead of being a responsible parent and accepting that he needed to move on...he started to bring home women. Night after night Becca laid awake and listened to the noise of his father and his newest pursuit. She saw women walk the same walk that she was about to time and time again. The difference was, Rebecca was consciously making the decision to leave before she got attached or hurt. all the women her father threw out expected to stay the night, to fall in love, to be with the man they had spent the night with. Becca had learned from the master how to avoid human connections, and she was bound to go to the grave that way.
As she slipped out of the apartment, and started out towards the water, Becca shivered. She didn't even know the name of the rather dissapointed man in the room at the top of the complex. She just knew what he looked like, how he spoke, but that was it. She started to close her eyes as she walked towards the shore like, letting her body prepare for the cool shock of the water as she stepped in. The apartment complex was essentially waterfront, it had only taken her about two minute to bolt from the entrance to the water. This was where she would sit until she no longer felt ashamed of herself. She put on a brave face for the rest of the world, everyone else thought that was exactly what she wanted in life. One night stands sufficed, as far as her peers were concerned. She looked up at she spotted someone running towards her, she couldn't make out his face but she could see he was well formed. He kept staring at the boats almost longingly and part of her wanted to invite him on board hers.
Becca's father was well off. thats how he could afford to drink every night and bring home women at leisure. she was certain he'd had to pay for several abortions in her lifetime. Hey there, sailor she teased, she really couldn't make out who he was just where he was looking. Want to go for a boat ride? she asked gently, afraid that he would know who she was and assume 'ride' meant something less innocent than what she was suggesting.
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