Being curious is supposed to be a good thing, at least that’s what my teachers used to say at school. Learn things Johnson they would say and I did, voraciously. I’m rarely without a book by my side and if I ever come across a word or an event that is new to me I will immediately get on the old interweb and find out all about it.
But, trust me: being curious about your partner’s private life is a big no-no. I’ve never been a jealous or insecure type. I have enjoyed an open relationship with at least two former girlfriends. But the day my Emily left her phone at our flat and I decided to take a look was the day that I learned that what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you and that curiosity killed the cat.
You are probably wondering what it was that so upset me. You may also be thinking whatever it was I deserved to be upset because the last thing a person in a relationship should do is check their partner’s phone. But I promise I wasn’t doing it to check up on her, make sure she wasn’t cheating on me or anything. I was genuinely just curious – I mean, we have only been going out with each other for three months and living together for three weeks. OK, let me be absolutely honest: I wondered if she had any sexy nude photographs stored on her phone. What man wouldn’t? Emily is red hot sex on a stick stunning. She is a petite parcel of pure perfection… five foot two of concentrated sex appeal. And what’s more she isn’t lacking in confidence: you should see some of the outfits she wears when she goes out with the girls on a Friday and Saturday night. See through tops; skirts cut to the thigh; hot pants; skin tight body suits. I have seen her is some amazing stuff and that’s before I get into the spicy lingerie she likes to put on for an all-night sex session!
Emily had only been gone five minutes when I noticed she had left her i-phone. I thought that she would have a password but as soon as I picked the device up the screen flashed into life. I ran my fingers across the icy smooth screen and I admit a tingle of excitement ran up my spine. I trembled in anticipation as I looked for the gallery application. And as I suspected red hot Emily had some very red hot pictures stored. I wasn’t shocked to see her in various states of undress, even when I realised that not all of the shots were selfies. I’m not an idiot, of course she would have had sexual partners before me. Thankfully none of the photos was overly explicit though: they were mainly of my girlfriend posing nude or semi-naked, a naughty look on her face and her hands caressing her body.
My curiosity satisfied I put the phone down but there was something nagging at me. Some of the photos must have been quite recent as she had only recently cut her hair into an elfin, tomboy style. And some of these photographs had clearly been taken by another person, man or woman I could not tell. And so I picked up the phone again and checked her messages. Now I was shocked.
It is difficult to explain the emotions I felt when I discovered that my girl was a visiting escort. She worked for one of the top escort agencies in the area, ironically an escort agency that I myself had used for intimate massages and companionship in the past. The girls I met were always stunning, just like Emily and they were very attentive, adventurous and ready and willing to give me what I wanted. I wondered if Emily was the same when she met strangers who had seen her on the agency website. And that made me curious to look at the escort agency web site to see if I could spot my girlfriend in the profiles section.
It didn’t take me long to pick out my girl, even with her face blurred out. Man, she looked so hot I was turned on myself and thinking about the fun we could have when she got home. And that was where it all went wrong. Instead of making the most of my new found knowledge and getting a buzz from making love to such a hot woman with a saucy secret instead I had to go and mention it and ask her to give me the kind of evening she would give a client.
They say curiosity killed the cat. Well in my case it certainly did. There was no hot sex that evening only a lusty longing that would never be satisfied. Well, not until I called the escort agency and booked a hot babe that is! Which is exactly what I did the next day, only her name wasn’t Emily!
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