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. Fucking 10's is great, but there's always going to be a lingering feeling of emptiness if you're incapable of actually drawing in women yourself.
Btw, can you upload a picture of her somewhere? Need to re-read this with her body in my mind. Mask the face if you're worried. She has a point, but I think she is only thinking of what life is like for girls like her and her social circle. The escort in the OP is young and hot, so yeah she has tons of men after her. A big part of what drives men to MGTOW is refusing to be a BB after women like that hit their 30s and 40s, their looks fade and they want to siphon off huge amounts of cash from some clueless, thirsty guy.
Point is, what a woman whose SMV but not RMV obviously is in the 99th percentile does and says is not totally applicable across the board. She doesnt know what the fuck she's talking about basically. She doesnt realize that her youth is the only factor that is determining her career. Her looks will exponentially fade to a point where it isnt fair. Women dont know shit about men and how men see them.
Once they realize they are wrong about men they turn bitter and angry. Sorta like the anger phase that redpill men go through. This is why you never waste your time with women over the age of If men before the age of the Internet had all redpill knowledge , this western society would've never existed.
When she hits her 40s, lets see if there are still an endless line of wealthy beta bucks willing to marry her. She will get very angry when she finds out she can't get guys like that anymore because the high SMV guys are chasing girls 20 years younger than her, and I'm sure she will blame men and society at large. It's also much harder to keep a man than to seduce him. So hot, young women can get men easily, but that power fades in time.
Those men mostly want to have fun, nothing serious. Men are harder to keep for a long-term relationship or marriage. My impression is that a lot of the unhappy men that the escort in the OP describes are men who hooked up with hot young women, and as their looks faded they had nothing left but their personality which they never had to work on because they could always rely on their looks.
When you have no carrots to keep a man, you rely on sticks. I love the game and women, sounds like you love yourself a sex robot. And who gives a fuck if your girl is "cultured" lmfao much classy so high. I'm not buying the friend story at all. You paid for the girl yourself and too embarrassed to admit it. There's a meme going around about how prosititution is illegal because "men want women to be always freely available.
No, it's because women want to use sex to control men. Maybe I have a one-sided view being a guy, but if a woman were to put just as much effort in her life, from the culture to the health to the properness of no shit test and punctuality; wouldn't she herself have a better experience of her own life?
Second thought, aside from the mercenary aspect, she's the female version of the basic principles of TRP:. I wonder how her husband even found out about that.
It sounds like due to her work she actually had to improve herself. That's ironic given the normal mindset of career women and her industry, but makes sense. She gets the dynamic and plays her part like a pro. I don't doubt the quality sex. She came multiple times every session and knew how to have fun. It was literally a workout fucking her, but it actually felt real.
Unfortunately she was a single mother and was trying to get over a drug problem, among many other red flags. She lied a lot and told the truth afyer, no doubt because she knows how most people would react if she told them her history, and I simply didn't trust her as a result.
Moreover I also saw a lot of BP behaviors in her and she mentioned her therapist saying she wasn't classified as BP anymore at one point so that's two strikes right there, ironically.
Truth is I still think about her from time to time, she was that good. But I couldn't risk getting close because Of thise issues and she bailed fairly quickly, likely because it was clear I wasn't going to play her game. Interesting perspective and let me start out by saying that I respect the job of an escort. That also immediately brings me to how this relates to the RP. The job of an escort or prostitute, as far as I am concerned, is alleviating the sexual burden of the beta.
The purpose of the Red Pill is to ultimately not have to depend on payment for sex. Since finding out about and applying the Red Pill for a longer time I have increasingly had women--quality women--pay for me. I do nothing for them: Going home with me is no longer my prize of conquest, but theirs. They bring me gifts, food and pay for my dinner. I've even been invited to other countries to come visit them at their expense and have gladly taken them up on their offer.
Escorts can be a good, quick way to fulfilling a need, but I strongly feel it goes against the philosophy of the Red Pill. This subreddit is about becoming the person that has the higher value and is to be paid for. The Red Pill man gets to pick and their counter parties have to put in the effort: Was talking to a girl a while ago, my brother's friend. Conservative girl from a conservative family. Her first question after all BS: Needless to say nexted her.
I haven't paid significant amounts of money to any women my whole life for anything. You don't need money to get sex Some of the cost of these sugar babies are ridicuolous. If i was going to spend 5k a month on her, I'd just lease a yacht and have her and 5 of her friends butt naked for free and I could go fishing with my buddies. You'll get way more enjoyment and poon for free with a little game.
I will end up broke soon if I spend my money like this! But I think when you are one of these Dark Triad types that can't seem to get their internal Frame "cleaned up" they go through life having to act out to feel anything.
They will need these outrageous situations to feel alive. My younger brother works at a Casino and every once in a while you get a guy with tons of money but internal demons. I recall him telling me about a guy that showed up wanting to be a "big shot" and they would cater to his every wish as long as he spent money. They even allowed him to masturbate in the Casino in front of everyone because he paid out so well.
Its not just about pussy in this case though, its about something much rarer. A night with an actual charming and feminine girl, without any bullshit. We can say that. It's just funny that the fantasy is essentially a decent date without bullshit. If girls had to try to get guys this is how they would act all the time.
She's basically a professional girl, and can charge thousands because of how much better she is relatively. In the old days such behavior would have been ordinary as all the women honestly wished to become good wives. I would take everything she said with a grain of salt.. Being a hot woman there is a chance that her life has been different then the average woman.. I think the going rate for a good escort is like bucks to get your rocks off for a HB Ok, even better, take 1k, go to brasil and spend 1.
But if you are really rich, I guess it doesn't matter and the high price just ensures quality. Careful lol I got addicted to dollar an hour escorts like that, it's really easy to just have them become your normal trip to poon town. They're also crazy normal, I dated one for a week or two before my self esteem got the better of me and I stopped talking to her.
You'll have to forsake the joy of banging hookers. At the end of the day, I hope you didn't appear to her like a militant feminist paying for overpriced company of the opposite sex. The sexual market place becomes clearer when we can quantify experiences and opportunities with dollars. I point to 2 lessons learnt. Yes that woman is a rare animal. Rarer still is the man that can have her without a cash payment.
All relationships are transactional. Every body pays to be associated with others. Everybody except the lost boys at the bottom who have no other choice but to mutually delude themselves about the human social game. Every man will either pay with, personal self investment, Immediate cost, future cost or experience opportunity cost. Their is no sincere relationship without acknowledging the burden of performance of that relationship. The insincere relationship is the one in which you are motivated out of love.
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Tl;dr Helped out a guy I've known for long time and he hooked me up pun intended with a high-class escort girl he knows. Some of the RP related things we talked about her answers as I remember them are in italic The Sex Since this is not a porn sub, I'll spare you the details. Summary One of the most refreshing and best experiences I had with a girl ever.
Anyways, hope you found it interesting and if you got any questions, ask away: Want to add to the discussion? I can't wait to be rich enough to casually drop a high end escort on my friend as a gift. Find a way to help them out. Bitch you're as European as my ford F I would take everything she says and does with a grain of salt. Listen to what she does not what she says. Bashing nightlife over and over. I'm sure guys like Brad Pitt have endless girls a phone call away too.
Ask a female friend how easy it is. Go ahead and ask a female friend.. Just say'n boys, count your costs, if you are thinking about getting married. Basically a girlfriend for hire. 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. 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.
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