And just like that, it happens again. A dreamless sleep suddenly shattered by a silent call. Like an alarm that goes off in my mind. My memory stone throbs, and visions of who and why flood my mind. Without any thought, hesitation, or prompting from myself, my body goes into auto-pilot. I rise and dress. As my body takes care of itself, I focus on the who. A recent member of the sisterhood. No doubt having heard some rumors. Now, those thoughts in her mind have brewed about to the point of longing. Her very thoughts of desire take me to her. She is taken unaware. Most do. Its not everyday that a mere thought can trigger a summons.That is the way it goes in my life. This curse upon me. An everlasting hunger. I just hope my caller still has the same appetite.  Its troublesome when they change their mind. My libido is not so easy to sway. It has caused a number of . . incidents. Fortunately the last client's roommate entered in and was far more than willing to take her place. Other times it gets. . interesting. Its aggravating, to be summoned and nothing happens, but to awaken one's full libido and think to just turn it off like a switch? Oh no. Even I can barely contain myself then. 

  


   This one could barely whisper to me. Very meek and shy. It has always been amusing to me, when they are too stunned to even call me by name. The default is to stay silent and stare, or to call me "Guardian." Though, hm hmm, she certainly didn't call me here for protection. *sigh* Those green eyes of hers. So frightened, yet so eager. Her anxious eyes gleam in the night light as she stares back at me. She is hesitant, but excited. Oh, that is truly my favorite. The shy yet willing. So cute, and respectful, that she clings to her modesty. Even though what she desires means she'll have to throw that modesty to the wind. The silken nightie she weas is a good start. Not quite see through, but clings to every supple inch and curve of her slender frame. She is petite for her size, with just a bit more in the back than one would expect. Mmm, good handholds for squeezing while she cries in ecstasy.  Oh, the ideas and poses are running wild through my mind already. The hunger begins to awaken, and mine is ready to take hers. Yet first, the gentlemanly thing to do. Ask what she wants and give it to her. 

  


   Some are very forward. Others can't bare to voice their desires, as they are embarrassed to confess such decadent and sinful thoughts. She is the later. Though unseen in the night, I can sense her blush. That all to familiar warmth that comes with such shyness. Trying to build the courage to tell a stranger how she would like him to ravage her. Honestly, it makes me giddy inside. Just tell me. Shout it! Explain in full detail, and then let no more words be spoken, other than pants and half spoken words hat can't escape from such ecstasy. If you crave carnal bliss, and plan to partake with me, then why is it so hard to say what you want? How you want it? Need it? Tell me, so I may facilitate that need. It is my desire to fulfil your desire. Where do you want it? My hands. My lips! My tongue. . . my flesh. Yes. There is no greater discreet and secret congical visit than this my dear. It is the time to be most honest with yourself and your flesh. For who would I tell? Why would I tell? It is a respectful and loving service I provide. I cut you free from the taboo, the shame, the gossip. A chance to be free and honest with yourself in a way most can't. Those dreams. Those dark, sticky, moist thoughts you dare not speak aloud, or even think too loud while anyone is near. That is what I've come for. All you must do, is tell me. 

Of coarse, being my shy, tender, (favorite) kind of clientel, I must take a more direct approach. 


   Oh, those trembling lips. If only they could speak. No matter. She is one of my own. A sister now. She can think it and I can hear it, and it will come as no shock to her. Others are made breathless to see what their minds think. So vivid and detailed. Few can only seek it by dream, but I can show you true as flesh. My memory stone touches hers, as I embrace her in my open arms. Her shuttered gasp of surprise, her eagerness at my touch, and the shiver of her body realizing this is no dream, it brings a smile to my face and soul. As the visions of what she desires fill both our minds, I ponder where to start. She is on edge to be taken. Every hair on end with anxious delight. I lift her to my lap. She is still reeling from the the visions that she hardly notices, til my lips reach her neck. Another excited gasp and shutter from her. She realizes we are upon her bed, and that the visions can become a reality. That my lips are no phantom or illusion, but a most welcomed guest upon her.

 


   Suddenly, I'm the one caught off guard. It doesn't happen too often. These encounters usually leave my clients dumbstruck of what is happening until its happening. Further into the session that they realize its a reality. This was one of those uncommon instances, where my partner caught on, faster than expected. Not only did she realize it, but she joyously welcomed it. She wrapped her arms around me while squeezing her thighs around mine. Now what became of all that shyness earlier, you tricky kitten. Heh. "You catch on quick, my dear." I politely say to her. She shys away. Her face looking down with that sense of blushing again. She tries to speak a reply, but ends up looking away when she catches my eyes. "Am I laughing?" I ask her in a tone, both serious and teasing at the same time. She looks at me, puzzed of coarse, while her enthusiastic grip begins to loosen out of confusion.  "You keep looking away so embarrassed, as if I'm teasing you. Yet all I see is you being adorably shy." I smile at her as she looks away, embarrassed once more. "Its just. . I. ." She tries but trails off. Shame, for she had a sweet, soft voice. I hold her chin to look up in my eyes. "Its alright, my dear. There is nothing to be afraid of or embarrassed by. I've seen what you desire and aim to make each one a reality." I finish with a kiss to her lips. I feel a silent sigh of relief go through her, as her meekness melts away.

  
   I slowly withdraw from the kiss, and make sure I meet her gaze. 
She looks into my eyes. They almost seem to say thank you. The unspoken deal secured with a knowing exchange within each other's eyes. Not many words are spoken after that. None that are complete or competent, due to the rate of breath and gasps. The visions of her wishes play in my mind as I follow their pattern. Just the right places to kiss. Just the right pressure of touch in just the right places. Where to drag my finger tips and the right length of time to make the sensation last while withdrawing my hand. She cries out a bit louder than I expected when my hands familiarize themselves with her most sacred of places. Her astonished cries of 'how did he know' when I squeeze her just right, excite me just as much as it pleasures her. The night will seem endless to her. A great dream come true. For me, its another promise fulfilled to a stranger in the night. I'll tuck her in, and give her a genuine loving kiss goodnight. It will seem as if a dream to her when she wakes. Another vivid story to be told to her sisters. "Was it real?" She'll ask herself. It felt real, and yet. . .

  

   
   And yet, she was just one of many callers in the night. Never knowing it was fully real and true. My identity slightly obscured. The sensations still there, like a phantom. Yet doubt and disbelief will fog the reality, and life will continue as always. What fully happened that night? Oh, I'll just leave that to your imagination. Perhaps it will be your 'all to real' dream someday.