Three weeks on the rig this time. Cold north sea. Constant machine noise and men everywhere. You forget what soft touches feel like. What perfume smells like. Just salt and diesel and sweat.
When I get back to the flat in Aberdeen its always the same routine. Hot shower. Clean clothes. Then the laptop and my usual sites. I know exactly what I want. Who I want. Been seeing Lisa for about eight months now. Not her real name obviously but she knows me. Knows how to make those weeks of isolation just melt away.
Some guys drink. Some guys gamble. Me I spend my offshore money on good company. Clean hotel room. Bottle of wine. An hour where someone actually looks at me like Im a person not just another worker. Lisa understands the rhythm of oil workers. We dont want drama. Just connection. Brief but real.
Last night was good. Soft lighting in the room. She wore this deep red dress that just. Well. You get the picture. Sometimes its not even about sex. Sometimes its about being touched. Being seen.
Back to the rig next week. But for now. This moment. This is mine.