Diary of a common whore

WARNING

Dear reader:

I must admit that warnings are not to my liking. It’s simple, I consider that if you take the risk to read, it’s partly about the wonder of being surprised by what may happen, good or bad, beautiful or unpleasant, real or unreal. It’s part of what reading entails. To ignore the risk of what might happen... just like in life.

Considering this, here is my one and only warning. This book will touch on very sensitive topics for some, fetishes too crazy for others, or even too soft for another group. Everything narrated here is fictional, and if it resembles reality, it’s because it occurs in a real-world context, and if it seems like a fantasy, it’s because, on that particular day, I wanted to bring a bit of magic to that harsh existence.

I hope you read it, judge it, love it, hate it, feel disgusted, and delight in it, that’s what I hope. And if not, I hope it’s at least the three minutes of your day where you can relax.

So here we go...

“Today is the first day of my new life, I have recited my perpetual vows, I am officially one of the wives of Christ and I surrender myself to him servilely.”

“Yocasta,” called a kind and sublime voice.

“Sister Maria, what’s happening?”

“The new priest is here, come, we have to go see him.”

With little prudence, the pair of devout women arrived to examine the newcomer, hoping that this man would be much more flexible and reflective than their previous priest and, of course, much more focused on his work in the service of the Lord. Yocasta was clear that her predecessor was not, which is why the man relented.

“Sisters, it’s a pleasure to join your congregation, my name is Cain,” he said. He was a young boy, with a wide smile and a sensual gaze, whose cassock clung fervently to his body like a second skin.

Yocasta examined him for a prolonged time, trying to uncover the essence of this new addition to her congregation.

She was known in her community for her amiable, warm, tender, and helpful personality. She was in charge of guiding lost souls and new recruits willing to serve God. Few succeeded, and even fewer remained, but despite this, Yocasta’s arduous work never faltered and she hoped this young boy would not impede her goals.

What no one knew was that despite her upright appearance as a devoted religious, the serene woman guarded a long-held secret jealously...

“Where do you want it?”

“Give it to me in my mouth”

The man quickened the pace of his hand violently rubbing his firm member, occasionally giving gentle strokes over my pristine lips that seemed to be praying for some of the elixir that was exasperated to come out.

“Agh” the man groaned mournfully. “Sabina, as fine as ever”, he smiled encouragingly, waiting for an answer from me, suggestively, I licked my lips, feeling the viscous liquid, which had escaped from my mouth.

“As delicious as ever” I gave as always a good performance.

Soon after I left the room and counted the bills, this man always gave me a generous tip, I kept the money between my cleavage, it was my last customer of the day, and I was grateful that this was a quiet guy.

I went back to my apartment and counted my earnings, enough for expenses, and maybe a little treat.

Sabina was the name I chose, I started in this business when I turned 20 years old, I was studying a trade with no future for which I was never good... never mind. One of my colleagues advised me to do so, at first I refused, I was even indignant, but because of the debts and my lack of ability, I took it, besides I did not want to admit it, but the idea of being desired and vilely used by random men seemed so dirty and exciting to me.

I won't lie and say that I was always chaste and innocent, that some generic villain approached me with the idea of lust represented in an apple to corrupt me, no, I corrupted myself, as soon as I discovered my own sex I abused it so many times I lost count, I was puzzled by neat girls who denied self-satisfaction or had no interest in it at all. What valley of prudishness would they be living in? I like sex and I'm not afraid to admit it.

I worked as an independent, without any pimp. Most of the time my clients contact me through my ads on the internet to meet me in a hotel or in the so-called "love hotels" and sometimes I rent a room where the government designated us a space, "over there" where whores are allowed, where everyone is sure of what is there. Some repudiate us, others idolize us, and others simply see us as a necessary evil, me? about me, I can simply say I liked my job.

I write this because I want to capture the story of those clients, those different ones, those for whom my destiny changed, without knowing how, or when...