Soft Notes From Kendra: Two Hours Wasn’t Enough

I was curling my hair when I heard the ping come from my computer.

A lover booked my two-hour minimum for new clients. Just to see, he said with a soft smile when we finally spoke on the phone, almost as if he was testing the waters.

I arrived a few minutes early — just enough to let the anticipation linger. The air was warm that evening, the kind of summer heat that makes silk cling to the skin in the most alluring way. My dress fell just right, my fragrance floating ahead of me before I even reached his hotel door.

Those first two hours were meant to be simple — a glass of champagne, maybe two. But from the first moment our eyes met, there was that quiet ease… the kind that doesn’t need effort to feel natural. We talked about everything and nothing, laughter spilling between bites, as if the world outside these four walls didn’t exist.

At the ninety-minute mark, he checked his watch. His smile shifted — part amusement, part hesitation.

“Would you mind…” he began, his voice low, “staying a little longer?”

It was said almost as if he didn’t want to admit it — that two hours wasn’t enough. But that’s the thing about time: when connection is real, hours become seconds.

So I stayed.

Another drink was poured. Dessert arrived slowly, almost like the night itself didn’t want to be rushed. Conversation deepened, glances lingered a little longer, and the space between us seemed to shrink without either of us realizing.

What started as a simple two-hour meeting became an evening neither of us wanted to end.

Two hours is enough to spark curiosity. But sometimes… sometimes it’s only the beginning.

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Your Turn…

If you’ve been lingering here, wondering if a couple of hours with me would be worth it — maybe it’s time to find out. But be warned… two hours may not be enough.

With soft kisses and sweet glances,

Kendra