She is a petite, attractive woman in her early thirties. Long slim legs, tight round butt, remarkably flat belly for someone who has had two kids, and small pert tits with wonderfully responsive nipples that throb and engorge when gently caressed or lightly tongued and nibbled. Satin sleek ebony skin that glistens in the low light of a bed side lamp, and dark flashing "Come to Bed I Wanna Fuck you Hard" eyes. Long eye-lashes. Always perfectly made up and presented, brightly lip-sticked shiny pouty lips. I love watching them as they suck up and down my hard cock, as though they were created especially just to do this job. She is affable and friendly with a breathy voice and a husky laugh and a very lewd and a very wicked and a very sensual libido.

She drives me fuckin nuts!

I've been visiting her for a while, and Lipstick Girl and I always have amazing, sweaty, hard-core, torrid sex. Both of us thoroughly enjoy our sessions... Me because she knows exactly how to fuck me... and She because I pay her so very well to fuck me.

But then it just had to happen....

The other day, I'm behind the front counter of my Commercial Business in the middle of our small town, smart in my uniform, name-badge emblazoned across one side of my chest, horn-rimmed spectacles, newly polished shoes and hard at work as per usual. The door opens, and in SHE walks...Lipstick Girl!

Lipstick Girl in tight blue jeans and flimsy white blouse and teetering high heels and perfect make-up and shiny red lips and long braided hair and silky raven skin and huge hoop ear-rings. Lipstick Girl with a sheepish client in tow. Definitely a client...and most definitely sheepish. Mr Sheep certainly does not want to be there...but Lipstick Girl has him in tow and Lipstick Girl needs stuff from my Commercial Business for the business that she is going to engage in with Mr Sheep. So Mr Sheep has little choice.

Lipstick Girl's eyes meet mine across the hullabaloo and afternoon rush of my Commercial Business, and the recognition is instantaneous. That sudden widening of the pupils, that blink of the eye-lids, that pursing of the lips...and then that hasty sideways glance which acknowledges that we are not actually supposed to know each other. At least, not in front of Mr Sheep, or in front of any of the other multitude of clients that throng my Commercial Business this late in the afternoon.

My cock lurches hard against the inside of my Chinos. My cock wants her there and then. Because that's what Cocks do. Because Cocks are single minded and reactive. Cocks desire and need and want!!

But in that self-same instant, my brain takes over for just once, and I immediately realize that Lipstick Girl now KNOWS me!

I am no longer an unknown client from an unknown place with a false name and the ability to vanish completely after each meeting. Lipstick Girl has seen my name badge. She now knows my name, she knows my Business, she probably knows some of my staff, and with very little effort she can find our exactly where I live and who my family is.

So now I feel vulnerable. Very vulnerable. Do I need to be paranoid? What is going to happen now?

Maybe I should just shrug it off. Hopefully Lipstick Girl is a true professional and will forget this meeting. But then again, I'm sure that the info will be filed away, but will she use it again on a rainy day? On a rainy day when her business is bad and she remembers that she knows more about me than she should?

Do I prostrate myself, subject myself to tortuous self-flagellation, rescind my ways, pray for forgiveness and never pick up a prostitute again?

Do I sell my business, change my identity and move to another planet?

Do I delete her number, block her on wattsapp and pretend she doesn't exist? And Never think of her again?

Or do I get my Italian Mob cousins to cement bucket her and drop her off the end of the Town's promenade Pier?

Or do I just forget this and commit to another lady? There are, after all, plenty of other fish in the sea?

But OMG the sex with Lipstick Girl is so fuckin good. It's going to be hard to keep away from her, extremely hard.
Do I Fuck her again or Don't I...That is the question.

Purple Landers what are your experiences? Have you been in this self-same situation?

Have you been identified before?

Please help, What did you do?

Wat die fok?

On 2018-01-28 21:42:06 rd32 said:
Wat die fok?

English only. In the same way it is rude to speak an unknown language in front of a group of guests, the ESA forum is a public space shared by visitors of different cultures. You are welcome to use any language in Private Messages, but please use the one common language, English, on the forum. Non English posts will be locked or deleted.

Conscience makes cowards of us all.
Thus thou must needs continue to Fuck, since the native hue of resolution is sickled o'er by the pale cast of thought.
-apologies to Mr. S.

On 2018-01-28 23:16:25 Patric Star(fish) said:
On 2018-01-28 21:42:06 rd32 said: Wat die fok?

English only. In the same way it is rude to speak an unknown language in front of a group of guests, the ESA forum is a public space shared by visitors of different cultures. You are welcome to use any language in Private Messages, but please use the one common language, English, on the forum. Non English posts will be locked or deleted.

Lol! Classic.

Being recognized has never really bothered me. My personal circumstances while not unique allow a me a certain amount of confidence in this respect.

I don't have any family and live on a plot out of sight of my neighbours who I only have limited connections with. That with the fact that my social circle is very small means that even if I am recognized I don't really mind.

I cannot imagine any ladies here walking up to you in a public place and saying "that was some crazy s#it we did last night hey!" or grabbing you crotch and saying "how's it going big boy?"

I have had a lady recognize me at a bar when I was with friends, she gave me a smile, said "Hi" and went back to her friends. I simply told my friends that she was a friend of a friend that I knew vaguely.

From what you say Lipstick Girl seems to have handled the situation very professionally. That being the case I would say another visit should be no problem at all, there is an argument that you should in fact make every effort to support her services with greater vigor in future.

Grey don't fuck, life is way too short to jump off bridges with elastic bands!

Ah GreyWhite,

As usual - your posts are a great read.

I think the anonymity which we seek is more illusion than reality and offers little protection from a vindictive service provider.

I'm afraid to say that a lady could quite easily track you down if she really wanted to and I don't think your circumstance is changed much by your encounter.

Ultimately your biggest defence is choosing the SP carefully, treating her with respect and knowing that you both have a vested interest in confidentiality.

And understand that this is another risk of the purple world that can only be controlled to a limited extent.

I think the onl

I think the only time girls tend to bother a client is if he stiffs the payment, steals or harms her. You are having a great time with her, carry on. Its about money, she doesnt care about your work or family. Happy punting