Not sure if this is what you're looking for. I was a different type of sex worker, a pro Domme. My first pro session was terrible! He was a good client, however anything bad that could have happened did happen Including cracking his rib during a trample session very rare when everything is done correctly. However I never had an issue after that first session, ended up with quite a few wonderful regulars. I'm very interested to hear a little more about how this works. What other interesting experiences have you had?
How did you get into the industry? All my partners at that point had been kinky and submissive or had a foot fetish , so I was comfortable exploring new fetishes.
I had been selling used panties for the money, and thought I'd take it a step further. I decided to find a small private dungeon to rent by the hour and put up an ad online. Being "new on the market", I got plenty of inquiries. Other than the first session, I loved the job for many surprising reasons. I learned so much about how people work, and often about myself.
For many clients, they had lived their whole lives keeping their fetishes a secret. When first timers came to me, I was sometimes the only person they had ever talked to about this part of their life that they often despised. I was honoured to be the person who helped some of these people come to terms with their desires, and often felt like more of a councellor than a sex worker. Never before had I realized how much stigmas can change and ruin a persons life.
I'm so much more aware now of the comments I make, because you never know what friend or loved one is secretly getting hurt by your words.
Do you have any interesting stories you could share? I am interested in BDSM culture and would love to know more if you don't mind: There is no one story beyond that first experience! Almost every client brought with them a new fetish that I had never experienced, or often had never even heard of. The job taught me a lot about people and encouraged my own exploration and personal growth which led me to realize I much prefer vanilla.
It was such an experience. I started working because I'd gotten a few propositions through a dating website. I was studying med at the time and I was short on money. So one time, this guy made me what seemed like a lucrative offer and I agreed.
I didn't know how any of it worked, so I told a friend I was going out and to call or text me in an hour's time. We initially met in a park at night, sat in his very, very nice car, had a bit of a flirty chat, then made an appointment.
He said he was 58 years old, but I think he was about years older than that. A week or two later, I drove over to his apartment. I was petrified, but I needed the money so I rang the doorbell.
It was a lovely apartment, and he paid upfront. He was nice enough. He asked me to do some things that I didn't want to do, so I said, "Maybe not this time. Had a shower, bit of a chat afterwards, and then he kissed me goodbye on the cheek.
I think the fact that I said no to rimming annoyed him a little, but he texted later and asked if I would like to do a threesome with another working girl. Things proceeded from there. As for your questions: I was very nervous, but it wasn't too awkward because we communicated about what he wanted during the experience and I was happy to accommodate that mostly.
I didn't have fun, though I led him to believe I did. I would say the client was happy Happy all over my chest. I know my motivations at the time, but I would never ever tell anyone about it.
I told one person - my doctor. I keep a diary to process through things, and that's enough for me. I drank a heap of wine before I went to the agency. This was about 2. I did booking after booking and went home with a massive wad of cash. I didn't think about it too much. I just loved the rush of being booked and making so much money. The industry is dead over here now and I have no idea why. Industry's dead here, too. A lot of my friends are escorts I dance in a fully nude club and do sex shows , and I know a lot of it is the plummeting price of sex.
We have a huge human trafficking and pimping problem, and tricks are always looking for the best deal. Most girls have packed up and left.
I still dance occasionally, but I work in an office now. It's just a bad time to be a sex worker. Perhaps it's because the market's been flooded with girls willing to do it.
There are so many cam girls and escorts these days, and they're so easy to find, that there's probably too many options for men to choose from. The money's probably just being spread thin over a larger amount of workers, as I doubt that less men are choosing to go to escorts.
I can imagine sites like tinder where people are just looking to hook up have something to do with it as well. With the Internet these days it's super easy to connect with people who just want free no strings attached sex. Looking for a traditional date is hard due to the massive amounts of escorts that contact me instead. The site moderators do nothing about it. They even have prices on their pictures.
I was an independent escort for 4 years. My first night, I was ridiculously nervous. I went to an upscale hotel, nervously walked thru the lobby, hoping I looked like I belonged there, and not like what I was really there for. I was nervous the whole elevator ride up to his room. I walk to his room, lightly knock on the door. He opens the door, says for the storys sake, we will use the name Sarah "Hi, Sarah? We laughed it off. It was quick, 10 minutes.
He was polite and clean. In the area for business. I ended up seeing him a few more times over the years, always very nice. Tipped on top of the hourly rate, which was always appreciated and made me choose to see him over other clients in the future.
I have dozens of other stories if anyone is interested in hearing! Were most meetings fairly 'normal' e. Most guys were family men. Bored with their sex life at home, and looking for something different. I also saw some guys that were in their 20's, and i think did it just for the sake of saying someday that they did it.
I did see quite a few weirdo's. Had to kick some people outta my house, or in on case ran out the door while putting my shirt on, and a good friend of mine who was working with me ran out behind me and dove into the car thru a window, trying to just leave that guys house as quickly as possible. I was working with a good friend I had known for years. A lot more money for two girls, then just one. I go over my rules with him again, just to be clear, so there is no confusion. Rules- Nothing in my butt or theirs No weird shit, like golden showers, or gross stuff.
Protection must be used there was a few others, but those were my big ones. The usual threesome stuff goes down. When time is starting to run out, I let them know in a niceway that doesnt ruin the mood.
He starts getting extremely rough, saying thats how he gets off. I stop the activity, let him know that I will do my best to make him happy, but that im not putting myself, or the girl im working with, thru pain for this. He apologizes, and we continue. He once again starts being rough with me, to the point that my friend has to push him off. He starts getting angry and yelling, saying we owe him back the money.
I did not want to deal with that level of crazy, or have the cops called and have to explain anything. I didnt work for a few weeks after that. Do you guys carry guns or pepper spray? This is the perfect time to let a spray go in that guys face. I carried two knives, and had the pepper spray that goes on my keychain. But of course, the girl who was with me didnt even think of it, and i did not have my keys within arms reach while naked. I was registered on a few escort websites. I had to pay to post my ad and be a member, and potential clients had to also pay to see my contact information.
It kept the "craigslist" type people from contacting me, which were always more of a hassle then it was worth. I saw this one late 40's, retired military man. He became a twice a week regular for quite awhile. The regulars are always the best.
You already know what they like, there's no nervousness, and they usually tip on top of the rate. The regulars I did see in my home, I had a separate bedroom from my bedroom to see them in. He ended up becoming a little obsessed. Ended up giving me a quite expensive Rolex, which I ended up selling and buying a car. I watched a Louis Theroux documentary on escorts.
Have you ever worked in a massage parlour or anything of that sort? No, I never wanted to work for someone else.
No point in having someone else take money from work that you did. I was an escort and my friend did. Id escort out of a hotel and then pick her up so I'd sit there waiting often because she didn't drive. It was all Asians and they charged about The Asian guys took 15 minutes and girls would see like 10 guys a day. Some of the women would get to On holidays like Thanksgiving it could be The most my friend saw was 20 and I remember she would be exhausted.
A lot of women were trafficked from Asian countries Malaysia Korea etc and conditions were horrible. They would basically do nothing but fuck for a few months, never leave the house, and then go home and be pretty wealthy. Really nice girls but the whole thing was pretty insane.
What struck me was the racism. You could have a model Malaysian girl but if the guy were Chinese and he saw a hideous Japanese he would choose that.
The racial pecking order was insane. I participated a few times sorry, rumors seem to be true they were all insanely tiny and it was just kind of pathetic. I was an anomaly so some would see me sitting there and choose me, but most found me hideous for not being Asian. I was amused by it and never offended. It was sometimes just an easy few hundred bucks while waiting for my friend. I've heard some horrible horrible things about the white houses. We knew a girl who got beat up there and it was much more violent.
Wait, was this in America or an Asian country? I assumed the latter because the guys were all asian but now i'm not sure. I hope some guys who are insecure about their dicks being too small read this. It will probably make their day. I'm a straight male escort and my first day of work was definitely not what I expected. I had female friends in the industry so I already knew what a normal job would be like.
It's the same regardless of gender. In a typical booking, you meet, chat for a bit, sort out business, ask the client to shower then get down to business. For me, that generally includes a massage, foreplay, sex and a fair bit of conversation. I turned up early to help these girls prepare the surprise and they're all insanely attractive. The girl who booked me then drops this bombshell on me:.
I do my best to remain calm and collected and we all enjoy ourselves before the birthday girl shows up. They all turn out to be lovely girls and we all had a fun night. No actual sex but there were a few shenanigans that went on. At the end of the day it was a definite "thrown in the deep end" experience but one I'll never forget. I used to hair model from time to time for wedding photographers and hair salons, so I have a few headshots floating around on different modelling websites and stock images.
One day, I got an e-mail from a photographer that said he was practicing drawing and needed a nude male model to practice form. I was saving up for a plane ticket to come home to surprise my parents for spring break, so figured this would be an easy way to make a connection in the art industry as well as pick up some cash. We agreed on a time, he gave me his number and we talked on the phone to voice verify, as well as the studio that we would be working at.
When I arrived at the location, he was waiting there and said that the studio had been booked out to the night, and so he asked if I wanted to grab some food and then head to a hotel so we could just pose and draw there.
We had dinner, made small talk about church and what I was studying at my University, and eventually got a cheap hotel room in downtown Nashville. Eventually I got naked, and he asked if I thought I could get an erection so he could draw it. I said maybe, and he asked if he could help.
I declined at first and attempted to get an erection, but eventually he said that he wanted to help and came over to me and started jerking me off.
I didn't know what to do, as he was significantly bigger than me. I started to try to get up but he laid on me and wouldn't let me move.
He kept saying "shh" and told me that everything was going to be okay and he would get me back to my dorm in an hour. I gave up struggling and he gave me a blowjob while he laid on me and kept me down. I was so scared that I came in about 2 minutes. I didn't say anything as he got up, tossed me my clothes, and said "let's get you home. He drove me home in silence and as I started to get out of the car he grabbed my arm and said "I hope that was fun for you too, i'll let you know if i need any more fun in the future," and dropped two 50s on the seat.
I went back to my dorm and cried, not knowing if I just became a prostitute or got sexually assaulted. Sometimes I get contacted by him, and got a couple messages from him while he was drunk, but I just ignore them and try to forget about it. I did end up reporting it and getting help with school counselors, but the police said there wasn't any good evidence and kind of brushed it off since I was a male. Granted, I did wait a while to report it, so that could make sense as to why they didn't want to pursue anything.
Regardless, the police officers I talked to had a "uh.. I joined a couple sexual violence awareness groups and lend an ear to others who have been through similar situations. While I could have seen red flags in the situation, that doesn't make anything that he did to me okay. Sexual assault for sure. That was really fucked up of him to trick and manipulate you. Sorry this happened to you. He had a system. Not his first, not his last. He's almost certainly a serial rapist and belongs behind bars.
Were it me I would find out where and make sure everyone else in there knew what he was in for. You should talk to someone about it as in a counsellor, not reddit. That is so fucked up. You got sexually assaulted.
I would say raped. Despite the money or you ejaculating, none of that negates that man ignoring your consent. If you need any more, PM me. Edit- I appreciate the gold, but I'm good on that- if anyone else wants to donate money, please do so on one of the organizations above. You were never a prostitute, and you were sexually assaulted. Just in case you're still not sure.
That most definitely is classified as rape, not prostitution. You did not give explicit consent. I'm sorry you experienced that. I feel like he should be in prison. I think it's more likely that you weren't his only victim.. Damn man, does it still effect you emotionally? I'm really sorry this shit happened to you, and I hope all is well. If you'd ever like to talk or bullshit, shit me a pm.
That isn't just sexual assault Its horrible that it happened to you. You're not a prostitute. You agreed to pose nude, not for him to touch you, and just because he paid you doesn't mean you did anything wrong.
There's nothing wrong with sex-for-money if that's what BOTH adult parties have consented and agreed to. You did not consent or agree to that, you were essentially raped. I'm so damn sorry that happened to you. If you haven't already, you might want to look into some counseling, just find someone to talk to about it one way or another that will be understanding and help you. Especially since he keeps contacting you occasionally, that cannot be easy to move past when it gets brought up in the present regularly.
Throwaway for obvious reasons, but I'm an actively working girl. My first time was only about a month ago. It was through a website where you make offers to pay a girl to go on a date with you. They had to be very clear that it was't a prostitution website you compensate for time it said, many many times but sex was fairly well implied. My first time was with a 43 year old married man in town on business.
I said yes, and he told me which hotel to meet him at and when. He also told me what to wear. I arrived and he wasn't too bad looking--slender and way more tan than you normally see as far north as I am. He bought me a drink first at the hotel bar and we talked for a bit. I was unbelievably nervous, but he was fairly reassuring. I was sure everyone knew what I was there for, and I was terrified of anyone calling me out.
Eventually he suggested we head up to his room, and I gave the meekest "okay" that has ever passed my lips. We went up and sat on the bed and chatteda bit more before he kissed me. Let's take off your clothes, and see what else you do well. I was't really expecting him to finish that way, but he did. After that he laid back on the bed and indicated I should join him so we snuggled and talked for a bit more.
Eventually he told me that he thought I was funny and sweet and "too good at that" and that he didn't want to see me again in case he formed an emotional attachment. He said he just wanted sex, he didn't want to mess things up with his wife. I said that was fine and we talked some more.
Eventually I started putting my clothes on. I was waiting for him to give me some money, but he was't making any moves in that direction, so I sat and talked with him a little longer. I took it and left, not accepting his offer to call me a cab. Haha it was just a line. He didn't really mean it, I think. My rates have stayed pretty consistent.
It's a supplemental job though, not my entire income. I'm not sure I have that kind of time to invest. He started off though only charging a thousand bucks for a wedding. Did a lot of jobs, made a good amount a year, but was always hustling.
He says "then I thought, okay, let's double my rate, I only have to have half as many clients to keep the same income. He doubled his rate. Got MORE clients as a result. Has done so several times. Charges a lot now. Only has to photograph a few weddings a year to make the same money as when he photographed 40 a year. If people see high prices, they assume that they are high for a reason and that the service is worth it, regardless of your reputation.
That isn't always true. The underlying idea is correct, yes, but if there isn't the least bit reputation behind the high price then people will not consistently pay for your service or product. The photographer in the example did it the right way: Then he started figuring out what his services were worth and bumped them with the knowledge that he may have to drop them if it didn't pan out.
If you start with high prices with notable exceptions don't expect to move any product or have many gigs. Are these regular customers? Is there a guy with a whole collection of your underwear? Other than your panties, is there anything else your clients ask for besides direct sexual activity? If you buy decent undies, even discounted plus postage, handling and the cost of envelope. Don't sell yourself short. I found a subreddit for this one day randomly looking through the adult subreddit meta list.
I bet he does that every time; goes and has sex with a girl if she doesn't ask for pay first, "pretends to care" and says she should leave the business, and then tries to weasel out of paying. Yet another reason it should be legalized. So you guys could all communicate with each other more easily about shitty johns.
Actually, that's not how it works. You see, you've earned yourself a black mark in the client registry. No companion is going to contract with you ever again. You'll have to rely on your winning personality to get women. I believe that in places where it is legal, there is client vetting. I have dealt with a number of people who I absolutely will not see again and would like to tell other workers about.
I live in Melbourne and it is legal here. Your ID must be scanned into a system and if you are rough with the girls you get black listed. I think the database is shared between all brothels so they can keep the workers safer. I like this idea a lot. I'm not sure how I would feel working at a brothel, but it would definitely have its advantages.
If it was an environment that was safe, and healthy, and I had the right to say "I won't do that" or "I won't see you again", I would have absolutely zero shame about it. Of course, I'm a fatty, so I doubt I'd ever have had a career in that line of work anyway. There's so many different preferences don't get yourself down.
EDIT - Just realised I'm actually convincing a woman on the internet she could be a escort if she wanted. It's a strange day. Don't worry about it. I'm not in a place right now where I would be interested even if it were safe and regulated. It's reassuring to know it could've been possible, though, if the laws weren't so ridiculous about sex work.
I don't even like having my ID scanned going into a bar. Yeah, can't say id like it, but I guess it would stop the crazys doing bad shit with the girls. There are plenty of sex worker forums online. People who are interested have good ways to communicate with other workers. There are websites dedicated to this! Not sure where you are but verifyhim. He did try to meet up again, but said he didn't want to pay for it.
I don't know what exactly he was thinking with that, but I pretty much told him to fuck off. So "I like you and don't want to cheat on my wife with you, but if I don't pay you everything should be cool"? That's like street hooker price in the US. How is that worth your time if you had to plan this whole thing like a week in advance and all that? I looked at escort prices in a couple areas and it was a couple hundred an hour minimum for anything on the internet.
Are you in like West Virginia or something? Seems like you could buy and resell pot and make more money with much less work.
Prostitution for that kind of money just seems crazy. Pretty sure the guy was baiting and switching, but offering 80 bucks but with the promise of per month. Then, during the first date, he has a "change of heart.
No I don't think so. Based on the other responses in this thread she really was bad a negotiating or she just didn't know what was a fair price. Hell you could make more money with just a normal night job. My first job was a private client, and I was totally calm on my way there and during, it wasn't until I got into a cab to go home that I started crying. I wasn't even upset, It was just involuntary. A month later I joined an agency my first night they gave me this guy who became my first regular, always booked half an hour and I never stayed longer than The other job of the night was in an office in an old industrial estate, two very married man and another escort.
She was really nice and reassuring and helped me get over the initial embarrassment. The rest of the night was just sitting in the car with my driver talking about world war 2 and listening to Frank Sinatra. But I still always got butterflies on the drive there. I think it was the anticipation of not knowing who the guy was, they could he sincerely nice or they could be a complete jerk.
A few people have been asking about my education, I am a med student in one of the more expensive parts of London. UK student loans are based on household earnings. My family are quite wealthy and I have a few pre-existing debts.
I needed fast money, and was propositioned by a guy at the bar I was working at. I'm actually a med student and student loans don't stretch terribly far. How do you know if an escort agency is legit? It's a numbers game. I always worked out of fancy hotels.
I guess someone batshit insane would take a risk, but most killers who didn't want to get caught wouldn't risk being on camera.
Most of the time I verified work info but my biggest concern was arrest. I think vice is really stupid. They would be so obvious and I could always tell when one contacted me. They always used the same first name. It was hilarious in a sick way. There's also reverse cell searches I haven't worked in years but my biggest split seemed price point. If you charged under you got a lot of weirdos plus this is per hour seemed to weed out riffraff.
I was traveling for an agency and one guy stole the money and that was my worst experience. The only other bad experience I had was this guy who was wealthy and a cheap ass booked 3 hours the minimum for me to travel so far and said he only wanted one after seeing me an hour meaning I still owed the agency driver fee and barely made anything. He had drugs, so I went downstairs to the lobby, called the police, told them I was an underage escort and where they could find drugs hidden in his room.
When I went to someone's house I would send my friend the info and the men knew if I didn't text her that she would call the police to find me. Once I went to a house that was on the market and looked abandoned so I left. If I got any sense of weirdness about the place I was going I simply wouldn't go in. I'd google map and if it were in a poor neighborhood I wouldn't even bother driving over. I also would be very nice to people I suspected were crazy and claim to be busy.
I didn't want them creating a new identity and using a different number and tricking me. People tried that a few times but I caught on. It really tested my instincts and memory. Not sure why you're being down voted. Thank you for your concern! It was quite common as the agency wasn't exactly concerned with our safety but I had a driver just outside so I could leave or call him and if I didn't text him to tell him I was okay once inside, he'd come check on me.
How does a driver become employed as a driver? Is it all under the table in cash? Or is he part of the 'entertainment business'? I know ads for escorts are often in the yellow pages, so it must be at least partially legitimate work. The pay must be pretty decent.
I'm guessing it's mostly through knowing someone involved in the business, I know a girl that worked the phones for an escort agency and she asked me if I wanted to be a driver for a few of them.
She said the agency didn't care about her safety so she may have hired the driver herself. You can hire a cab or a limo just like anyone else. That's really good there was a driver to check on you, otherwise it could be pretty dangerous. Good luck too you. You situation sounds a lot better than those of protitutes I have met. I was stationed in Europe and red light districts are common there. When a group of us would go to a city, quite few guys liked to stop there.
I ended up meeting a few of the working girls around there. From what they said it was just a way for them to make money. Some were immigrants, some were paying for school, some were local and just there to make money to eat. It was usually the a standard 40 euros for 20 minutes. But they were all just normal people making the best out of their situation. And move on from there. I even met a guy one of them was dating and they both looked happy together. Yeah, probably a ton of people about to start escorting tonight, just waiting for the thread.
Quick, make it and seize the moment! That's not ironic in the slightest. It's a genuine profession, and you're a real human being deserving the same respect as any other. Thanks for the response. It makes a lot of sense about respect and kindness standing out like that.
I'm surprised about the orgasm bit, though. I've never been with an escort, but I guess I would have just assumed she was faking if she had an orgasm during paid-for sex. Do you enjoy the cuddling and kissing and other tender activities, when the happen?
Is it emotional for you? My assumption would be no - again, because it's a job and it seems like you'd want to get it done and get on to the next one! Enjoying sex is not unhealthy , enjoying sex with different people is not unhealthy. I hope you continue to have happiness and success. One day, I got an e-mail from a photographer that said he was practicing drawing and needed a nude male model to practice form.
I was saving up for a plane ticket to come home to surprise my parents for spring break, so figured this would be an easy way to make a connection in the art industry as well as pick up some cash. We agreed on a time, he gave me his number and we talked on the phone to voice verify, as well as the studio that we would be working at.
When I arrived at the location, he was waiting there and said that the studio had been booked out to the night, and so he asked if I wanted to grab some food and then head to a hotel so we could just pose and draw there. We had dinner, made small talk about church and what I was studying at my University, and eventually got a cheap hotel room in downtown Nashville. Eventually I got naked, and he asked if I thought I could get an erection so he could draw it.
I said maybe, and he asked if he could help. I declined at first and attempted to get an erection, but eventually he said that he wanted to help and came over to me and started jerking me off. I gave up struggling and he gave me a blowjob while he laid on me and kept me down. I was so scared that I came in about 2 minutes. I went back to my dorm and cried, not knowing if I just became a prostitute or got sexually assaulted. Sometimes I get contacted by him, and got a couple messages from him while he was drunk, but I just ignore them and try to forget about it.
This sounds awful, but I was so desperate for money that I posted on Craigslist. I basically asked people to bid to see who I would go with. I ended up driving 45 minutes to meet a guy who then drove me to his house. This dude was like 50, heavy cigarette smoker, smelled like booze. I told him I was He smoked a few bowls, talked about jazz, and then very creepily went on and on about my boobs.
I jerked him for like 30 minutes with this horrible rose-scented lotion, blew him, and eventually we had sex. I was impressed he could get it up with how high he was and figured he must be on something else. When I got off him there was no condom on his dick and I freaked until I realized it was still inside me.
All in all, not a horrible first experience, but also not wonderful. I was studying med at the time and I was short on money. So one time, this guy made me what seemed like a lucrative offer and I agreed. We initially met in a park at night, sat in his very, very nice car, had a bit of a flirty chat, then made an appointment.
He said he was 58 years old, but I think he was about years older than that. A week or two later, I drove over to his apartment.
I was petrified, but I needed the money so I rang the doorbell. It was a lovely apartment, and he paid upfront. He was nice enough. Had a shower, bit of a chat afterwards, and then he kissed me goodbye on the cheek. I think the fact that I said no to rimming annoyed him a little, but he texted later and asked if I would like to do a threesome with another working girl.
Things proceeded from there. I drank a heap of wine before I went to the agency. This was about 2. I did booking after booking and went home with a massive wad of cash. I just loved the rush of being booked and making so much money. The industry is dead over here now and I have no idea why. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. But it ended up very well. The first guy was really nice. It was somewhat… boring.
We started out with small talk, he offered me a bowl, which I refused. He smoked a little and then eventually kissed me. He had a bit of an ass fetish, I let him eat my asshole and lightly spank me, and then I let him put it in my ass- I figured that it was my first client, I should do a good job. I still see him from time to time, and he always tips very well.
Along with the occasional gift of art or books. He paid me for an hour without question and I never saw him again. I still escort from time to time. Fucked twice, I gave him a blowjob while he was on the phone talking with people he was working with. Immediately afterwards, on the drive back, I was just so utterly dumbfounded that I got paid that much to fuck a guy that was theoretically dating material if he had the time to date. When I was 18 I was tight on cash and decided, fuck it.
I need a sugar daddy. I went on craigslist and found a guy. He wanted to meet me first and needed a new girl to replace his old one, he was willing to pay 4 figures per date. I drove to meet him and was stuck in traffic on the way for an hour or two. I sat at a Starbucks for a while waiting, he got lost because he was only there on a business trip.
I was shaking by the time he came. We got burgers and drinks and sat at a table waiting for everything, talking. He was sweet but not my type, I was so nervous and shaking. We got to his hotel and sat and talked and ate, then started getting frisky. He would not stop talking about how amazing I looked and was and I know he was trying to flatter me but after a while it got really old.
I stayed the night and left in the morning. He gave me money for gas. Then I found this married guy. We talked, I sent him pictures of myself and he was hooked. I was an anal virgin and reaaallly hesitant about it. Drove an hour to a motel in his town to see him.
The way everyone looked at me, I knew they knew what I was there for. I knocked on the door, it opened. I stepped inside where the lights were off, kept my eyes to the ground. He came up to me and started stroking my arms, my face.
He instructed me to put the blindfold on and I did. I hated every minute of it. I lost my anal virginity to him and it was painful and I cried.
I could feel his fat slapping against my stomach, he kissed me with his bushy beard tickling my face and I fucking hated it, I wanted to vomit. I cried all the way home. He was nuts about me, wanted to take me on trips and buy me an apartment in his town and all that.
I agreed to meet him again, but no anal and no kissing. The second time he was coked out and had a hard time keeping it up. I had to awkwardly console him while he beat himself up over it, and suck his flaccid dick several times. Once he gave up on the whole thing and admitted defeat, I packed everything up and sat at the edge of the bed.
He brought my money and placed it in my hands, and told me to look at him. I was still wearing the blindfold and I shook my head. He took it off of me and told me to look at him. He was wearing a bandana that covered most of his face except his eyes. He had lovely eyes, and it made me want to cry when I thought of his wife. I had a sick mind, I had a dirty side, and only he could fulfill it.
He messaged me a few times over the next year but I kept telling him no, no matter what price he gave me. Just after high school, my girlfriend got a job as an escort. It was back when pagers were cool, for reference. I dropped her off at work on her first night. The place was in a strip mall, just a little spot that looked like a half-empty travel agency or insurance shop.
She paged me pretty quick. I picked her up and we drove to a McDonalds and got coffee. She was a wreck. She said that she told them she was going on a break, but that she wanted me to take her home. The customer obviously wanted to have sex, and she was totally blindsided by this. She even wore one of her nicest dresses. Long story short, she ended up just watching the guy masturbate before fleeing the place and getting driven back to the office.
Then I picked her up and she never went back. The thing I remember most clearly was when she was describing it to me. She was disillusioned, incredulous. Pictures of his family! I remember the first time I accepted money for sex. A guy messaged me on a gay dating site.
I knew I was down immediately. So I went to his place. As a 28 year old adult now, I think — what the fuck… that guy could have murdered me. He could have raped me. He could have cut my skin off to wear it like a dress. I pulled out my dick, started jacking off, and once I was hard he sucked me to completion. Thank you very much. I never had to make them cum. They just wanted to make me cum.
It was all about letting these guys fantasize that they had gotten me without paying for me. He wanted someone to cuddle with, rub against. We stayed in our underwear. A year before I had been approached by a friend of my sister who offered me a job as an escort. I have no idea what I was thinking. Looking back, my first appointment was a disaster. John was exceptionally patient but I was so anxious.
We had a drink, smoked a bowl, and he offered me some coke. Never have done coke before, I hoped it would help my nerves and obliged myself to his offer. I had brought a bag of lingerie and offered to model it for him. Somehow this was sufficient for him and the drive home later was to this day one of the most fun drives I have ever had. Of all the things in life I am thankful for, few rate higher than my dislike of coke.
Instead of getting sucked into all that, I got myself out of debt, bought a house and went back to school. Graduated two weeks ago debt free with one of the most sought after degrees from a prestigious school. It has been a lifestyle that has served me well, I have met amazing people and had unforgettable experiences that would otherwise been impossible. Retiring is one of the harder things I have to do but in three months I hang up my heels and am walking away.
I still see John, of course I fuck him now. I have spent a third of my life as a prostitute but I have a beautiful home with big diploma on the wall, happy kid, multiple vehicles in my garage, and the world an open possibility. I am a very lucky lady. It was in a Travelodge classy! And I was super nervous. The guy was around 50 I was twenty at the time and he mainly wanted to make out and cuddle. The thing that weirded me out a little was he kept talking about how young I was and asked me for my real name several times I had a fake name for obvious reasons.
I was reluctant to give him my real name and instead just gave him another fake name — I told him my real name was Elizabeth but my friends called me Lizzie and he called me Lizzie for the remainder of the appointment — then had the cheek to try and haggle me down for an extra hour which I declined.
I was 22, just graduated with a BA in a major that would make me no money. Moved in with my parents and was on a downward spiral. We sat on the couch and talked a little bit. He ran a small business, divorced, overweight, 40s. Really ordinary and quite nice, actually.
He took me into the bedroom and there were lit candles and a bottle of lube on the nightstand. I liked him, so I kept going until he finished — maybe another 20 minutes?
After we finished he thanked me and we hugged. He suggested that next time he make a spaghetti dinner and we could eat and get to know each other. It all happened over Thanksgiving break my freshman year college. After weeding through all of the messages I got, I found a guy that was actually attractive and had chemistry with.
So we decide to meet up at his place. The drive over I almost turned around 5 times, I was so nervous. I know on his door and he looks mostly like his pics, just a little older and shorter than I was led to believe haha.
Its both of our first times so we have no idea what to do. We sit on the couch, talk and put on a movie. Afterwards we go to the bedroom and fool around and do everything but sex I was too nervous. It was great and I spent the night.
All-in-all, he was a super nice guy but ended up getting too attached: I have a Ph. We began discussing sexual proclivities, then of course it turned to our own, we shared several compatibilities, and she confessed that she wanted to explore some kinky fantasies she had, and wondered if I would write her some erotic fiction on a number of themes. I agreed, and she enjoyed them immensely..