The midday sun beat down on Woodmead as I sat parked outside the Jetline. An unfamiliar urge pulsed through me, a yearning to be on the receiving end, a woman's head nestled between my legs. I tried to banish the thought, to focus on the workday ahead, but it clung to me with a relentless grip.

Forced to return to the office, I logged on and scrolled through the site, hoping to find something enticing. Yet, my fingers bypassed the usual profiles, landing instead on a familiar contact - a woman I'd shared a session with before. With a racing heart, I inquired about her availability, hoping to squeeze in a visit after work.

And just like that, as I sat hunched over my desk feigning productivity, her confirmation arrived. Excitement crackled through me, a current so strong I needed to release some of its energy.

Three o'clock found me weaving through rush hour traffic. My foot pressed down on the accelerator, unleashing the V6's power as I roared down the fast lane, devouring the distance between Midrand and Centurion. The mall loomed ahead, its familiar silhouette a beacon guiding me closer to my destination.

Butterflies danced in my stomach, a mix of nervous anticipation and the comfort of familiarity. I knew this place, knew what to expect. Pulling over by the curb, I waited impatiently for the access code, my mind already picturing the empty parking spot that would materialize just for me. Every second stretched into an eternity.

Then, a blessed "ping!" The signal! I parked with practiced ease and hurried towards the building. "At the door," I texted,and moments later, the door swung open with an eerie silence. No one greeted me. Unfazed, I stepped inside, the door whispering shut behind me.

Turning, a smile stretched across my face. My gaze traced the line of a red bra strap peeking from beneath a woman's neck. As my eyes traveled further down, memories flooded back. She was the "petite bodies queen," and in that moment, I felt a surge of desire. Her hand reached out, taking mine, and she led me towards the bedroom. "It's a cold front," she commented, a slight shiver evident as she hurriedly opened the door. Stepping into the room, a wave of warmth washed over me, an enveloping comfort that felt like coming home.