When you’ve left a booking that was particularly awesome to the point that you have a little skip in your step? And not just that, but you still smell the musky odour on you that you’ve just engaged in rampant sex and you think that little smile playing around the corner of your lips will give away exactly what you’ve been doing a half hour previously?
Yeah, well. I felt like that today. I’m always happy and pleased with myself when an appointment goes well. And when you click with that person from the beginning you just know it’s going to be good.
I admit that it may have been helped along with the fact that said client came bearing gifts, only my favourite, chocolate-covered vanilla fudge squares from the Thornton’s cart at Victoria Stn.
I’ll be seeing you again, Brighton Boy.x
