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He talked about how much he missed touching and holding and looking at a woman. We kept talking about the human need for intimacy, and I could tell he did want the meeting.
We went to his room. It was a very nice room, in a nice hotel. It was much more intimate than dancing in the club, where there are lights and noise and distraction. We had a pleasant, playful time, and ended up spending several hours together. He paid me at the end and counting out the money seemed to kill the mood for both of us a little bit. I made a mental note that if I did this again I would ask for the money up front.
Afterwards, he offered to drive me back to the bar and I felt safe enough with him to accept. The drive was slightly awkward. He seemed to feel odd about dropping me off on the street. I wondered if he was having regrets about the session. He was rather cold when he said goodbye, and I was surprised to notice that I felt a little hurt.
This was the only time during the session when I felt "dirty" about what I'd done. I felt he was judging me. I made a conscious decision not to let this bother me: I probably wouldn't see him again, and it was just a business transaction, so it didn't really matter what he thought about me. I would offer this advice to clients, though: You're not the only one who has feelings about what just happened.
In my post-university slump, I felt like my life was in the drain. Now that I was in a new city, the area strip clubs were more plentiful. I went to one "audition". The girls were snorting coke in the dressing room, and the bouncers seemed more malicious and oversexed than the customers. I did not go back. I remembered a roommate I had in university who signed up as an escort through an online service. I drove two hours to his house, white-knuckled in anticipation of what I was about to do.
He was middle aged, pretty average-looking — balding, in OK shape. I don't want to seem flippant when I talk about the sex.
There was nothing special about it except for the fact that it was the first time in my young life that I was literally prostituting myself. In retrospect, my opinion of prostitution is that it is fine if you have straightened it out in your head as to why you are doing it and what you get out of it, but you are risking your safety and your health.
Can you charge a price high enough to compensate for that? And the sex was nothing I remember anything about. He left his television muted on CNN the whole time. My biggest concern was that I had very little experience and that it would show I had only had sex a couple of times in my life.
My next worry was that I would not be able to fill a full two hours with sexual entertainment. It was not that hard. Most people are easy enough to talk to, and once the sex is over it is just pillow talk and back rubs. After two months, I started scheduling dates with men and then not showing up.
I was starting to get real about why I was having sex with men for money. I had been feeling rejected by a former lover, and I was angry about being in debt and was discovering that my university degree was essentially worthless. I felt like being destructive. My last job scared me out of it for good. He was a short bald man with a big spare tyre and smelled of cigarettes.
He asked if he needed to wear a condom about half of the men asked this. I put the condom on him, and then he spun me around and pushed me up against the dresser. The force of this manoeuvre was unexpected. He tried to get me to have anal sex, and I had to struggle to avoid it. It was starting to feel more like a violation than a situation that I was in control of.
It was a wake-up call, though. I have always had confidence in my physical strength and my wits to keep myself safe, but just a small taste of how quickly I might get overcome if I wasn't on my guard was what made me decide to quit. I was a year-old virgin when I first visited a prostitute. I've always been shy and a bit of a computer geek, and somehow I missed out on opportunities at school and university that might have got my sex life off to a start. Once I graduated I ended up in an IT job, full of other single male geeks.
It was only when I hit 30 that I started to worry about the other things missing from my life. At that point, my age and lack of experience were a major worry. I was tempted by online dating, but knew that anyone I might meet would be more sexually experienced than me, and this became a major stumbling block.
Websites and forums are what I do, and mostly how I interact with other people, so it didn't take me long to find forums devoted to escort work. I researched diligently, read up on the pros and cons, and the dangers, health and otherwise, of seeing escorts. The escorts posting sounded genuine, even relatively normal, and not the junkies I'd expected. I made up my mind to go for it. It was still nearly a year before my first experience. I chose a more mature woman, as I felt it would be easier, somehow, to confess my inexperience to her.
My performance was as you might expect from a first-timer, but she was sympathetic and understanding. She satisfies my sexual needs. I reckon I must have been seeing her for about two and a half years. If she moved parlours, I'd follow her. I think Sandy enjoys the sex we have, because I always treat her well. But even if she wasn't enjoying it, it wouldn't put me off - as long as the reactions were OK, as long as she didn't start eating an apple or reading a book or something. That would be a bit off-putting.
Short of that, I'm not bothered. When I first decided to go to a prostitute, it was pretty traumatic because you're supposed to just walk in and get on with it. But as long as the female's responses are right, then that first anxiety is easy to overcome. I came to brothels all through my marriage, even when I was having an affair. It wasn't that I wasn't being satisfied - I was - but males have an urge.
Every now and then I have a need, a craving, for a different female. Sex doesn't necessarily mean anything to a male. I mean, it might develop into something, but initially it doesn't mean anything other than sheer excitement. But I don't think women understand that. Angelo, 23, computer programmer Why am I here? I don't come here for the conversation, that's for sure.
I don't care who I see or what she looks like as long as she isn't fat or horrible, and doesn't stink. She can be old, though not much older than, say, If I want to have anal intercourse, or something a bit different, I can generally have it here.
Seriously, women's bums are cute. I love them, and occasionally I want to screw them. There's nothing wrong with that, except not many girls will let you. They've got hang-ups about it being dirty, which it isn't, or that it might hurt. Here, I know that, within reason, there won't be any problem. That's the thing about paying money: The customer is always right. The other thing about being here is that the sex is better, and that's a fact.
It's always better with a whore. The only real problem with being with a whore - and this is a minor one, but I'll say it - is condoms. They always say you have to wear them. If I have girlfriends who want to use condoms, I say: I've got a steady girlfriend at the moment, pretty serious. She's Greek, so my parents are happy. We'll probably get married. The only problem is sex. She was a virgin before me and she's a bit nervous about it and won't do a lot of things.
But then you'd expect that. I would probably be suspicious if she was too eager or knew too much. Deep down, I don't like the idea of being with used goods. I don't get embarrassed about coming here.
My mates know about it; they come too. I don't tell my girlfriend because it's different with women. Anyway, it's none of their business. It'll be the same when I'm married. Dominic, 39, builder In a way, I think this helps my marriage. Sometimes my wife doesn't want to have sex. It could start an argument. But I come here and that's it - we don't have an argument. Edward, 44, truck driver I've been coming to parlours off and on for the past 20 years. I don't go to a different girl every time.
If I have one I like, I stay with her. I don't know what it is about the girl I usually see here that attracts me. She's nothing like my wife. She's younger and smaller, and she does different things without whingeing. My wife won't do oral sex. Being with these girls does make you feel pretty good as a bloke, as a lover I suppose.
It's just a good feeling, a good physical sexual feeling. And paying for it doesn't take any of that away. I suppose I do think of myself as a good lover and I reckon that both of us are getting something out of it, not just me. I presume the women here would think that. Maybe some of them enjoy being with me, maybe some don't.
I think I'd be able to tell if they didn't. Although I suppose it's only a job to them, isn't it? Could make it hard to tell. I'd hope the one I was with would enjoy it. She said she did. If I knew that she didn't like it, I wouldn't come back. Jack, 70, pensioner My wife is deceased and I still have some sexual urges, so about once a month I come and see Marnie.