Also fucking sad that nowadays, the escorts seem to be a better catch than their 'normal' counterparts. Just shows you the current state of the market really I started working at a small law firm and made myself available to my boss whenever. Ended up having drinks a few times and became his sounding board. This turned into him taking me to a big trial. You could say I befriended him. Because the money doesn't mean much to him, he knew how much I would appreciate it, and 'we're in this war together'.
Wholeheartedly offer what you've got and you will find someone who appreciates it and has no problem showing you. And the best thing a wealthy friend can do for you is introducing you to their wealthy connections. Well- the main lesson is actually: Interestingly enough, I've noticed that it is the guys with 'game' tall, good-looking, fit, cool, etc that waste their lives on starfish skanks, while the short ugly guys spend their life making money and enjoy it with high-class escorts.
Now I'm starting to think they have the right idea. I think that's because the short ugly guy's have more motivation to get their shit together financially as a way to get women. The young guy being primed for eventual leadership gets enough of a taste of what life could be like to hook in him with the full buy-in. He would be thrown this kind of bone if his performance lined up correctly. Women are not immune to this either.
The Kimmie Belzers of the world are just as easily led and driven - only with them its a Chanel perfumes and designer clothing they could only previously dream about. Her rates would be per hour here because the market is saturated. They spill over into Alberta and think they're exotic because they're "french".
I would do the same for a friend if I had the cash, and I know for a fact some of my friends would do the same. Getting a high end escort like that implies that he's in some very wealthy circles, and seeing as how the prostitute in question was very high end, it's not the same as buying some cheap two bit hooker for your boys.
It's a substantial gift from a monetary perspective. If the rich werent' ok with fucking high end escorts, there wouldn't be a huge market for it at the current rates.
She is a business woman, arguably an actress by trade, if she is good at what she does OP will have no way of finding out what she really is like. Corroborating op's belief that women are not worth long term relationships means repeat business for the girl. All women are whores. I don't mean it in the insulting sense.
Every man pays to get laid. At least with escorts the terms are transparent and both sides have about the same negotiation power. And it seems they are better at pleasing a man than the average woman. The only thing an escort can't provide is the feeling of masculinity you get when a woman truly desires you. You pay for pussy with time or money. Only difference is, you can always make more money.
Time spent on pursuing your oneitis though? The women who are "strong and independent" are the ones who pay. Most women take up that hard, uncompromising hollow feminist identity to mask their insecurities and their lack of sexual success. But when they get an alpha in bed, how quickly she turns into a submissive whore will make a beta's head spin.
And all of a sudden she is no longer "strong," nor is she "independent. I'd rather her tell me what I want to hear, than bore the shit out of me with garbage I don't care about, followed by a complaint and childish whine. You're paying her for the experience; she delivered. Who really cares if it's how she feels. It's not an LTR or anything like that. It also sounds like OP will probably not see this escort for a while because she's expensive. Both parties get what they want, so I don't really see the problem.
Great experience, but I don't know if you can really put stock into what she says. She's still being paid for her time so her answers may be guarded as to not disagree with you.
I'm saying she doesn't really feel that way, but her answers could've been exaggerated. Not to mention she has knowledge of men most women don't have. They're just too self absorbed to think about men like she does. Men are her work. So she'll have to know how we feel and could base her response around that. He is asking a person paid Ks per hour what they think about his beliefs. Do you think if he would have asked any other belief or opinion based question that she would have disagreed?
With an escort, male or female, one must realise that the high price is for an overall experience, that ultimately, is about the end sexual experience. Plus that's the viewpoint of a model basically..
Life when she says girls have endless guys a phone call away.. Well, girls hot enough to charge an hour probably do.. Somehow, being with a woman like that is a comforting thought.
The fact that someone made it her job to please me makes me feel good. It's for the company and pleasent experience she can provide on top of it. A call girl at her level has to be the entire package and meet all the high standards her clients require.
So social ineptitude is not going to fly. I had this thought developing as I read through your post and then you nailed it far more succinctly than I could.
Being a respectful, courteous, interesting, feminine lady is apparently now a rare talent worth thousands per hour. In fairness, I have no doubt that the market is almost as depressing for women seeking a confident, masculine man. How far we've fallen Fuckin' hell bro, you're gonna send me back into the depression phase. The irony is, I wrote about how we'd become the poorest men in history. I still believe that men want more than mere wealth. We want that feeling of power, admiration, wealth, love, romance, respect etc etc.
The alterations in the gender dynamics have made this almost impossible. The young boys growing up now won't just struggle economically, but they're going to struggle culturally, emotionally and intellectually.
We've allowed women to implement their race-to-the-bottom style of competition across society so completely that in some areas, the effort and reward are not just unproportional Depressing as fuck, but needs to be accepted if you're going to try and play the game.
I keep having an adverse reactions to these posts, that is 'nexting' a girl. Clearly I am not completely disenchanted with the 'happily ever after' tripe. I can only speak for the women I know, yes there are rougher ones, bu tthere's also plenty of respectful, courteous, interesting and feminine women. The rare part is all that combined with 'hot as fuck'.
Combine the 2 and it's worth 's an hour. It's like that today, as it always was and always will be. Well, maybe not with fembots.. Exactly, and now you have the push for "gender diversity" which roughly equates to creating a new field of jobs for people with 'no actual skills'.
Why compete when these braindead fuckers are getting cushy gigs for doing absolutely nothing at all? And this is an example of the extortion modern men have allowed women to create a marketplace for I've found that many, many women exhibit these traits Make no mistake, the majority of what she charges comes from her body.
If she was your average skinny girl with small tits and a beer pouch she'd be charging a few hundred at best for the same service. The depressing part for me isn't that these traits are so rare for a night. Game a girl successfully who's SMV points below you and she'll act like this. I've had women offer to pay, be courteous all night, and treat me with respect.
The depressing part for me is that after just a few dates it all falls away. Just like with this woman, it's an act meant to elicit money or commitment from you while hiding her true nature. If you want the respectful, courteous, interesting, and feminine woman, you have to be okay with the fact that you'll never have her for more than nights at a time. Buying an escort or decent backpage girl will be cost effective. Plus easier and way cheaper to trade in.
If a client asks her to spend a month in Bora Bora in an ocean front villa, all expenses covered, I assume the pricing won't be as steep. At full price, a famous dude could have saved over a million bucks.
My comment is nothing more than evaluation of the monetary cost of marriage, let alone the emotional and physical costs. Additionally, you have a broader selection of partners at basically no risk since the relationships are purely on a business level so to speak. They probably cry themselves real tears when they come again and again when getting paid an hours. Why would you want to trade a perfect 10 that fast? You get to know each other better, have deeper conversations, develope inside jokes, get more comfortable, and sex gets better.
After a while, when you want something new, sure, but not that often. Op said there are price discounts: Escorts are freaking expensive, they are echo chambers and they are not including a hunting experience.
Like I said, I would rather go to a place with good hunting conditions then giving up hunting and getting the steak from some overly expensive butcher. Most escorts are nowhere near 8k. Some great content in here, it is fascinating to me that these girls have it essentially worked to a science, a "career" that is usually thought of as cheap, low budget cock sucking is actually making this girl rich, and is much more then the stereotype.
I guess nobody taught them the ways, the same as us. I guess we're the lucky ones though since we have enough awareness to realize this or at least after coming to this sub, not shun it. This blew me away. Not at all what I would have expected. Your friend must have really owed you one too btw. This really puts the current dating market in perspective. The crazy part is in regular relationships you pay for it one way or another.
Reading this begs the question, are you really getting your money's worth? And to think so many hapless guys stay in sexless marriages and for what?
Her telling about her wealthy married clients was like a sucker punch to the solar plexus. Those guys are crazy successful to be able to afford her and yet their wives can't even put out and they stick around because divorce would be too costly. Their women have them by the balls.
It really is a state of affairs we've got ourselves into here boys. What an amazing date that must have been? I can't imagine what it would be like to go on a date like that, it's never happened for me. There's always the bullshit you have to put up with. This is why I damn near feel like King Kong bc of my current wife. Actually tries really hard to take care of herself and is still very traditional role woman.
I of course work out like a fiend as well as make good money and compliment her femininity so we have a good dynamic. They let themselves go and try to stick their tentacles into your bank account with whatever tools possible to control you.
It was even pre red pill for me but somehow I managed to figure out enough of this shit on my own before I actually married any of these slags. I worked a job with a group of Eastern European college kids a while back here in the US on J-1 visas.
I agree the women from Eastern Europe are pretty traditional and the guys are RP as fuck. Traditional gender roles everywhere.
That's where it's at. About the only time I felt like I was part of a legit brotherhood was when I was hanging out with those guys.
It's hard to find in this day and age. RP bros or gals. I'm from the US, the dating scene is pretty fucked here. An RPW is akin to a unicorn. Someday I may have to spend some time over there In my country the wallflowers sometimes are caring feminine and non-toxic. Sadly just like women are ruined nowadays, men all expect a model girlfriend who is a virgin, which in this day and age is near impossible. That was something I also noticed in the post. Frankly, of course escorts like her are better than most women bc if they weren't, who'd pay?
It's just the sheer contrast between her and the average hot babe that is sad. A hooker agreed and amplified my beliefs to make me feel mentally good before she actually fucked me.
You got played, this woman deals with plenty of men whose heads she is used to manipulating, nothing new. I've gotta agree with this guy, she's being paid to ensure you have a good time. It just lays their with it's arms and legs spread, probably bored, or possibly hating you with her vagina. Her passivity in the experience extends beyond the bedroom e.
Knowledge is free and accessible to everyone unless you live in North Korea or somewhere similar. No sympathy from me. And married her anyway. I hope you mean "feel sorry for the guy so indoctrinated he falls for this slut anyway. In some sense, I do still feel sorry for the plugged-in, but on the other hand TRP is right here. And I'm sure we all share an experience just like mine: You can only feel sorry for someone so much before you need to realize they're lost and like it that way.
Some people create hell in order to live in it. Yes, shared a similar experience. They picked up a copy of one of male "Rational Male" books I happened to be reading. Say the phrase "avoid the Beta" in the index put down and called it garbage. If it were a friend or associate who did his I wouldn't hesitate to cut them lose. It's another when it's your older brother.
The blue pill runs deep in those latched to fantasy. Is it in the sidebar or in the book of pook? I've read all the material but I don't remember a O, unless I just forgot.
Thanks for the report. Didn't read any of what the girl said because women lie, hamster, mislead and manipulate. Listening to women talk about men, women or dating is harmful to your masculine outlook due to its inherent dishonesty. Will you be happy with normal girls ever again? Girls like this go exclusively to the wealthy and upper class rich, to be real, there are no normal girls like her available to him, or most men.
Whore are just smart sluts. Remember this gentlemen, your high school ex who's doing coke in the bathroom of some club whilst getting hammered by strange cock will always be of lower value than a whore.
Sluts hide their shit value while Whores are honest about who they are. Im self sufficient and make decent money for a 25 year old but nowhere near the ability to drop 8k on anything Unnecessary. If you want a high-quality woman, who not be a high-quality man and do what it takes to get there? The thing that sticks out is what women are really capable of if they are motivated and are actually interested in what men like. Here we are devoting significant time trying to figure out what they want in order to have positive encounters.
And the plain truth is that they just don't really give a shit about what we want without being motivated by significant amounts of money and power. The only way to get around that price is to really learn the dark arts in order to capture and own a woman's mind.
Or threaten them with death like it's Saudi Arabia, ha. Seems a little pricey too me. With money to spend like that I'd just have a couple superficial relationships going. I find this disappointing. Its disappointing that men today are so fucking thirsty that this is even an option.
Turn the clock back years and this wouldn't even remotely be the case. I doubt she'll have that same attitude in 15 years. I suspect she herself will be married to one of these "clients", but the non-escorts she knows won't be, and she'll be hearing about how "No men in my age group want to be married, this is a huge problem! Interesting that you found a woman that one could describe as being in the "Wife Zone" and she happens to be a 2K an hour escort.
It has turned the modern young woman into drunken, drug-addled, bar slut trash Lena Dunham wannabees. Then as men, while still bearing the burden of expectation, we collectively have to either sift though the detritus of the something landscape of women trying to find that one diamond or wait until they start fading and decide they are finally ready to attempt respectability.
At the end of the day, if we are honest with ourselves, we see that as a losing game either way we go. So what is our choice? Stay bachelors and become narcissists ourselves? Seems not such a great conciliation. Wouldn't it be great if you could find a woman of such quality who cared that much for herself and for you - for the sake of love - having it be a sacred bond and not the cruel irony of 8 grand for a just a night of it that any other man of equal means could have.
Then you would be able to show all the devotion and love to a woman they believe they deserve. The kind of love as a man you want to give and experience without participating in a game of liar's dice. Why wouldn't she be? She's still a woman, allowed to be interesting. In fact, she's paid to be. You have obviously never dealt with a lady of the night before. Women go their entire lives learning how to lie to, and manipulate men.
Women of the night strippers and high-end hookers are the creme of the crop. Grand masters of seduction and manipulation. Ive been with about 35 normal chicks and probably about 10 hookers, from Eastern Europe to Thailand. My favorites have still been long term GFs. Now thats a sad statistic about the state of normal girls today. I did that about five times. It doesn't hurt nor upset women at all. This part really bugs me. The game is completely stacked against men. I would love to give up hookers and just have sex with "normal" girls, but there is so much competition for them and I'm almost always overlooked.
I've actually been wanting to do this for a while. Head down to Tijuana and see what the fuzz is all about after some shitty, overpriced backpage experiences. Do you have any tips? If you don't wear a condom with a hooker, you're a fucking idiot.
Unless she brings in a clean STD test dated yesterday, double wrap that shit. From my experience they do not require that. Personally I don't think I'd want to pay 8k go use a condom. That makes sense, however as was said below Are clients required to be tested beforehand?
Vegetarian diet, workout daily, no drugs, no smoking, no tanning, get regular health and STD checkups". I was, it probably depends on the service though.
I get myself tested regularly anyways, so it wasn't much of a hassle. But reading this makes me kind of depressive. I have a nice rotation going on with legit good looking girls but they dont live up to this. No matter what there is always some kind of entitlement bs or some drama going on. Makes me think I should just get fuck you money like you said and just enjoy quality company with no BS as you described in this way From a rational perspective this does feel like a solid decision but at the same time I cant get rid of the feeling of it just being extremely low tier to have to pay for a woman.
On the other hand, maybe it is just what the world has become While this is an awesome experience, and one that I would love to have someday, I think it would have been wasted on me. I have this thing where to get truly turned on, I have to feel like the girl is legitimately turned on by me. Maybe that's BP residue, but I truly value the accomplishment of owning the girls mind as much as her pussy.
That's what I usually hold on to after the experience. It's weird, when I feel a girl is only mildly into me I get somewhat nervous and feel put off by the possibility that I will disappoint her somehow. I would probably end up on the "date" with this escort and start trying to get into her mind somehow. Not sure what that's about but I have an inherent disgust with phoniness. I realize that's validation seeking, but as someone alluded to, I think it's probably like the difference between the experience of catching and eating a king salmon versus being served going to the store and buying it.
Ultimately you are still eating, but for me the thrill of catching it is the most lasting experience. So through a really weird coincidence this girl I knew professionally quit her job and just started traveling the world - I couldn't figure out how because she was fuck all broke.
She is stunningly attractive, though. When I broke up with my ex I ended up inviting this girl on a whim to a party I was hosting. She showed up, looked amazing, and I'd always wanted to fuck her had a girlfriend when I met her so I did. Fast forward a month, decide I want to fuck her again, and she does all the things this girl does less charge me any money - dress up how I want, be where I want, do what I want, fuck how I want to fuck etc.
Come to find out she is a high end escort. That's how she is taking these trips all over the world. She only sees a few clients a month, most are married, and they're all very wealthy she charges a few hundred an hour. She would prefer to just see one and live a 'sugar baby' life style. She's one of the most level headed women I've ever met when it comes to RP topics. There is no game with her - she understands the real interactions between men and women. Thanks for this report.
This woman provided a perfect few hours for you as a highly professional entertainer - performer. But it was an act really, she doesn't really care about you and is doing exactly the same thing with another guy the next night. It is really just a variant of women dangling their charms to get what they want from men, with not a whole lot of sincerity. The only thing is that you are literally paying her to hear what you want to hear.
Never trust what a woman says, only trust what a woman does. Either way, I'm sure it was an enjoyably experience. The whole time I read this post I was thinking "who doesn't know that a top priced whore would be an awesome experience? Seriously though nothing he said should surprise anyone at all, least of all here. This is pretty much the only time you can get the truth from a woman, when she knows it won't affect her reputation and she's going to benefit regardless.
She could afford to drop the pretense and admit RP truths. I knew a guy who had serious 'fuck you' money because of his parents that did this. He still wasn't happy though, even if he appeared to enjoy it. It's just not the same if they don't genuinely desire you, even if they're good at faking it.
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Does she love me or my money? Real life stories of high-end prostitutes. She carefully slid the straps of her little black dress and curled up her pink lips in a shy smile as she watched her image in the mirror. He would perhaps not even notice the dress and how it stood against her ivory fair complexion when he will undress her in a hurry. But it hardly mattered—her body paid the price for the expensive dress that he had brought from his trip to Paris last month.
He was her client and she choose to be his escort. Dabbing her favourite French perfume, she went out to meet him. Prostitution is illegal in India and there are millions of unfortunate girls who are forced into it.
Yes, we are talking about the high-end escorts. Meet 24 year-old Kajal Verma, a student of one of the prestigious universities in Delhi. We live in a society that judges people by their profession.
A doctor or engineer might be considered a highly-respected occupation, while a painter or a dancer might not be appreciated much for their choice of profession. Kajal is one of those high-priced prostitutes who have entered this profession by choice and have no qualms about it.
I feel, our society is still very judgemental. With clientele that includes business men, engineers, lawyers, doctors, architects and others from educated backgrounds, Kajal feels no other profession would have provided her such exposure. She recently went for an all-paid trip to Australia with one of her clients who attended his college reunion there and introduced her as his girlfriend. She feels her job is much more than just having sex.
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View comments Post a comment.. 27 Aug Most of the time, clients are already turned on (erect) by just meeting, But honestly, one can still be a high-end prostitute and avoid these. 14 Jun He said he just wanted sex, he didn't want to mess things up with his wife. Tipped on top of the hourly rate, which was always appreciated and made me At the end of the day it was a definite “thrown in the deep end” experience but one . I regret both encounters to this day and nobody knows about it. 27 Feb Not everyone dabbles in having sex with a sex worker. I'd be having my supposed fantasy encounter in a seedy windowless room with fluorescent lights. All this said, I'm not so naïve as to believe all high-class escorts.
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As mentioned in my blog, I came from a middle-class family. It would seem that I had no valid reason to become a prostitute. However, my family separated in my teens, and as a result my Mother, siblings and I became relatively poor. Because I had previously lived in relative luxury, being poor was not an easy transition. I noticed that all my peers and friends were pampered while I had nothing. My Mother tried her best to keep us happy by sacrificing her own happiness.
I admire her for doing that. I internalized the idea that I needed to objectify myself by focusing on physical beauty, appearing elite, dressing well, etc.
When the idea of prostitution was introduced to me, I decided to I try it once. My first client was very sweet, respectable, and generous. What boggled my mind was that this stranger, my first client, was a more pleasant experience than my previous sexual experience losing my virginity.
I felt like a Goddess, and I actually enjoy his admiration of my body. That money boosted my self-esteem, and I was able to buy things that I needed. In theory, everything seemed good. When I started, I made lots of money very fast and what seemed effortlessly. And I lavished in it, and believed I was improving my life by owning all the luxury items and appearing physically beautiful.
I was so blinded, because I thought money would solve my problems, but actually it made me more individualistic, materialistic, and most all of, emotionally empty.
I chased money because it enhanced my social status, but at the same time I neglected love and relations with wholesome people. Why is it people who are poor in developing countries are happier than the poor in the West? The poor in developing countries have family and community, and their kinship societies protect individuals. In my experience, Saudi students have been a noticeable clientele due to various factors. For one, they are coming to a new country where relations between men and women are open, as opposed to home.
Some Saudi students will try the services of a sex worker when they first arrive in their country of studies. This is because they have been deprived of expressing their sexuality. At first, visiting a prostitute may seem appealing. Initially, the prostitute is an outlet for their deprived sexual desires, and a prostitute is more accessible and convenient than trying to find sex elsewhere nightclubs, bars, etc.
Instead, they will yearn for a girlfriend-like relationship where they can receive affection and care from a woman, rather than a purely business-transaction from a prostitute. The fact I am a prostitute from a similar culture indeed influences their desire towards me. In my case, I have become the caregiver to some Saudi students.
They resort to me when they are in need of affection, and sometimes chemistry arises. And my Sheik, technically still my client, evolved to be my partner and lover. He found affection in me, and grew attached to me despite my stigmatized profession. My theory for Saudi students also applies to Kuwaiti and Emirati international students, because some share a similar experiences and have been prior patrons of mine too.
This theory does not apply to older Saudi men, because they are usually married, and thus their reasonings for visiting prostitutes are different than the students. I have less experience with older over 35 Saudi men because they are a rarity in my city. The few older Saudi clients I did have were visiting, and were also married. I suppose working in Bahrain or the Gulf would give me a totally new experience of Saudi patrons, as the dynamics are different. Like all clients, there are ones with good and bad intentions — clients have numerous reasons for resorting to sex workers.
Old gendered norms blended with new demands for modernity Westernization has had dire implications. Given that Gulf laws restrict dating and interaction with non-related members of the opposite gender, unmarried Saudis are caught in an awkward position.
The outcome of numerous factors certainly correlates to men resorting to prostitutes in neighbouring Bahrain or other countries. This is a subjective question. But there is something I think about often: They have their own money and they are independent. Many do NOT cling to men, because men are multiple for a prostitute.
It is not a big deal if a prostitute is unsatisfied with one man, because there are plenty of men who can replace him. Some prostitutes develop confidence over time in her sexuality because of her experience. Men need challenge, men need mystery…. Also, the importance of personality is so crucial, and a lot of women forget about their own needs and desires.
The very popular trend of women divesting their intellect and making themselves sex-objects is not very wise — as it only attracts men who view women as an object. Being beautiful, only on the outside, does not translate into being a desirable, assertive woman. For instance, I am quite demanding in my personal sex life, yet in a subtle way. I know what I desire and I am open to express it with the right man. I have certain sex expectations from my experiences with talented lovers.
I only gained this confidence from my experience in the sex industry. For every lousy sexual partner, there is a great talented lover…so why settle for less?
Without these experiences, I probably would be too timid to demand sexual pleasure. In a vain sense, I feel the men in my life serve me. 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.
We talked more in-depth over the course of a month, had chatsex, swapped pictures, and so forth. A month after we first talked, she offered to fly me to her, put me up in a hotel for two weeks, and pay me a sum of money to act out her fantasies with her. Two weeks of the utter legal limits of debauchery aside from the fact of the exchange of money for companionship and services ensued. Sex while reciting poetry, sex while drunk, sex in public, sex at a private party with an audience, domination, submission, role-play, on the roof of a high-rise in a thunderstorm half-expecting to die of a lightning strike.
Waking up tired, sore, bruised, and mildly dehydrated was the norm. I tied her up, suspended her in a web of ropes, and thrummed them with a cello bow until she orgasmed from the sensation and the verbal accompaniment.
Far darker things we did. Over time, we met for sex a few more instances — but we inevitably had developed feelings for each other, and so discontinued the business end of the arrangement. Some of what I wrote for her and that we wrote together has since been published under a pen name, with a little commercial success. This was only a few months ago. I was still 18 at the time and I moved out on my own. I got a lot of attention and started to talk to a lot of men but never actually went through any of it.
That was until a month later or so and I got desperate and finally accepted an offer from one guy I had been talking to for a while. When the night came along, he booked a hotel, and I went over there some time that evening. I was so nervous, I could barely speak a word when I got there. He was an average looking guy.
I was still about to have sex with someone I technically just met, and for money. He ended up offering drinks yes, I know how stupid this was now that I think about it and I got drunk enough eventually to relax a lot more.
Once I was relaxed, he started kissing me, we eventually got naked, performed oral. We had sex twice and he got off in less than two minutes each time. Which was a really good thing because he was bigger than I expected too. After that, we just went to sleep and I left in the morning. When I was 20 I used to troll around on Grindr for guys, and one day this guy messages me to hook up.
He seemed to be the older type and I was interested so we met at a Starbucks to see if we liked each other. We chatted each other up and he was really nervous, and admitted it was his first time.
We eventually went out to dinner and went back to my place where we had sex. I was letting him sleep over but he suddenly had urgent business at 3am in the morning so he left. When I woke up I found that he had left dollars on my desk. We did the same thing where we went to see a movie instead and went back to my place where instead of having sex he just wanted to cuddle me and talk about his job. So I sat through 3 hours of him bitching about his life before he had to go and again I found dollars in my desk.
I think he was a closeted guy that just wanted male contact and it was quite sad but just one of those things. I was very nervous my first time. Even though, at that point, I had had several hookups and play sessions with men I had met off craigslist or Fetlife, it was still weird transitioning to paid work and being afraid I was walking into a police sting.
It was awkward at first, just because the guy seemed nervous too, but it went pretty smooth once we both relaxed a little.
My client was very happy, and ended up giving me an additional tip and leaving me a positive review on the site he had found me through, which helped to start my career out and get me more dates. I was a little surprised at that because I thought it went OK but was awkward. He was a bit older, and someone who was pretty recognizable in the community, which might have explained his nervousness.
He was just looking for a blowjob, so I saw it as a very easy job, but then he wanted to talk for a while first. He was talking about Opera and I mentioned having sang a certain piece in choir, so he ended up asking me to sing, which was really strange, then told me to get on my knees and get down to business.
The first blowjob was pretty normal. After he came, he put his dick back in my face, so I assumed he wanted me to lick it back clean, so I did, and he told me to suck him hard again. Then he told me we had 20 minutes left and told me to lay on my back on the bed, with my head off the edge. He came a lot faster that time, pulled out and came on my face and I could feel it running down the side of my nose toward me eye. He yelled at me not to wipe it off and to leave it there until he left, then asked me to stand up and sing for him again while he was getting dressed.
It was kind of surreal. Now, part of me wonders why I kept it up, because it really was odd now that I look back on it. OTOH, it was easy money for doing something I was doing anyway.
At 20, I was on AFF when I was offered 2, dollars for two hours of my time and a few snaps with his cock inside me. He was a 65 year old man. The sex was pretty good for being twenty, and I got off on the notion that he was paying to fuck me.
Honestly, holding the money in my hand afterwards turned me on much that I masturbated the second I got home with the envelope in my hand. I did escorting for three years before an ex ruined my reputation. Sure, some guys were dicks, but I was making anywhere from for like twenty minutes of work. Now, I can talk to just about anyone without reservation. My first day was easy because I started off as a dancer. I used to work bachelor type parties. The guys would ask for more.
Eventually I just agreed to more. Almost always in a private residence. I would say like 90 percent of the parties the men were over So we would go and dance and hang out. When I first went along it was because my cousin got sick and she asked me to go with her friend. She explained I would have to just go, flirt, sit on a few laps. I could dress as sexy as I wanted.
So I did that. I wore shorts and a tank top. I turned out to have fun. I ended up topless and basically got paid to sit around, joke and flirt with a bunch of men. I really love attention so worked out well. After that they used me as a substitute more often or if the group was larger. I got a bit more crazy with my outfits. People were laughing, drinking. Passed around joints etc. I sat on a ton of laps and basically would feel boners.
I would laugh and joke. Men treat you differently. The same man who would be embarrassed if you caught him looking at your tits at the super market had no problems looking when you are there to party. After a few months of doing this I felt like the next step was no biggie. I would get like for just hanging out but the girl who went with the bachelor for more. When I would go to parties the other girl would just tell the guys right away that she would be the girl for the bachelor.
After I felt ready, we gave the option. My cousin was curvier with booty and boobs. Her friend is curvy too but Asian. The first time I got picked I pretty much just gave him a naked lap dance and stuff progressed. Afterwards I felt super sexy and empowered. I would do like 1 or 2 parties a month. Who ever got picked would go in the bedroom.