Mystery novels tend to focus on the plot twists, but as a writer, I'm always troubled by the subtle emotions of the characters. It's not uncommon for the emotions between men and women to be key to a story, and I've had a wide range of experiences myself, so I want to have a wide range of resources. That's what I truly believed when I applied, but I can't deny that I was also simply interested in having sex with a male actor. Even though I get wet easily, I didn't really understand the feeling of orgasm, and that made me anxious. What would they do? Would a professional's hands make a difference? Amid a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, a series of surprises awaited me, even more so than I'd imagined. I had my asshole licked, and a man straddling my face licking my vagina. Toys felt good, but the intense stimulation left me at a loss for what to do. I'd given him a blow job before, but this time I experienced a world I'd only known from novels: licking him over his underwear, holding his face down while he was thrust into my mouth. We kissed, holding his erect penis between my breasts. Everything I felt and experienced was new to me, and it felt unreal and out of touch. I was so embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror, but in the end, I thought, "I'm glad I came here."