The Morning After a First Night Shift
This morning feels a little different. I’m tired in that deep, bone-level way — the kind that comes from giving pieces of yourself, not just staying awake. Depleted, yes… but in a strangely intoxicating way. Like something meaningful was poured out and something unexpected poured back in.Last night held some really beautiful moments. Shared laughter, quiet conversations, warmth exchanged in small, sincere ways. There were a few souls who stood out — clients I felt an extra special connection with — the kind that lingers long after the door closes. Those moments remind me why I loved this work in the first place: the humanity, the intimacy, the gentle bonds that form in unlikely hours.
I also loved the camaraderie of the night girls. There’s something different about nights — a softer edge, a deeper bonding, a shared understanding that only comes when the world is quieter and we’re all a little more open. It felt like stepping into another rhythm entirely.
I don’t know if nights will ever become my regular thing. I value my balance, my daylight, my slower pace. But I can see the appeal — and I think it might be something I return to every now and then, like a secret indulgence.
For now, I’m resting. Grateful. Reflective. Holding a quiet thank you for the connections made and the energy shared. Tired — but thankful. And reminded, once again, that this work can be just as nourishing as it is draining, when it’s met with presence, sincerity, attraction and sexual appetite...
I had a lovely time! xxx