Diary of a Courtesan - January 6,2026

The client was running late, and I was alone in my studio. Everything was already set—the candle globes hanging from the ceiling casting slow, golden patterns that danced across the walls. A perfect song came on, the kind that settles into your hips before your mind even catches up. I picked up my glass of wine and let myself move with it, slow at first, then freer. I laughed softly when a little wine spilled over my skin, warm against my body, and that was when I decided I didn’t even like the lingerie I had on anymore.

I slipped it off without ceremony. No lace, no silk—just bare skin, nude thigh-high stockings, and my heels. I let the music take over, dancing around the room completely unguarded, my body loose and alive, the candles flickering like they were watching. When he buzzed to say he had arrived, I left the door unlocked for him. I told him I needed a moment to change, explaining what had happened. He paused, then asked—almost pleaded—for me to stay exactly as I was. Nude, in stockings and heels.

When he stepped inside and saw me still moving to the music, his reaction was immediate. The shift in his body was unmistakable. He didn’t try to hide it. He crossed the room toward me, and soon we were moving together, our bodies brushing, syncing to the rhythm. I could feel the heat between us build quickly, my nipples tightening as his hands hovered close, not touching yet, like he was savoring the moment.

He began kissing me, slow and deliberate, his mouth traveling up my neck until I told him—quietly, firmly—that he needed to move lower. He obeyed instantly, his mouth closing around me with intention, making me gasp and grip the edge of the table behind me. The power shifted. I pushed him down to the floor, guiding him to his knees, and leaned back against the table, spreading myself confidently, unapologetically, knowing exactly how intoxicating the sight was for him.

The room seemed to disappear—the candles, the music, the waiting—all of it faded into sensation and control. I let my head fall back, my breath breaking as he devoted himself to me, unhurried and focused, while I stood above him in nothing but stockings and heels, exactly where I wanted to be.