So, this would leave an even greater number of women having to finally consider marrying the bad boys they want to have sex with anyway. Does this happen in other countries where prostitution is legal? I have no idea. It is a purely speculative scenario. All I do know is that sex is very dysfunctional in America for whatever reason. As for just putting a rubber on to have sex with a prostitute, how does that change just what she is: What about the ones who give bjs without condoms and have the guy cum in her mouth?
Do you think I want to kiss her? You talk about how sex is dysfunctional in America. Stop using shaming derogatory words used specifically against women and maybe will be give a chance to feel more free to express their sexuality without condemnation. Erin… Sorry to offend. I do not believe most men and women would not use this word to shame a prostitute. Yes, I know the word is used to shame women who are not sex workers. Hence, I used it in the context of sex workers.
Nevertheless, my apologies for offending you. I am not in the business of degrading women. How many women have given you blow jobs, just to goose the gander here?
My ex wife did not do oral sex. But, I knew this before I married her. So, no big deal. Plus, I love intercourse. Getting BJs are really not my thing.
Is there a difference between intercourse and bjs? Is it the condom thing you are reacting to? If a person tests clean for STDs and was respectful to their partners… what is the difference to you between giving or getting four and 50?
This seems regressive to me. They are two different sex acts. I am at a loss for that question. Not how many bjs. Again, I have no desire to be with 50 women. Just as I have no desire to be with a woman who has been with 50 men. It about the number of partners. Well, there is some medical evidence that have lots of sex with lots of different partners does make the vagina loose and certain muscles stretched.
Also, there is just this whole ideal of being out in public and running into an assortment of men who have slept with your wife. Jules, that is a myth. If this were true, then married women should avoid having sex in order to keep their vaginas tight. What a horrible and offensive comment. If they are so gross, why on earth have sex with them. Jullie Gillis… First, let me apologize to you as well for finding my comments offensive. They were not intended to be offensive.
Second, I am not a proponent of prostitution. However, maybe the time has come to considered legalizing it to address some of the sexual dysfunction issues. I have never engaged a prostitute. I just find the two things rather degrading to women. I am not Mr. Because you are a human being capable of empathy. Because to do otherwise means selling out what I believe is my humanity.
No one cares about men. I have never paid for sex or for any sort of attention, but this is something that I would definitely consider. The problem is availability… I have a full schedule, and most men I date have one too.
People do not even make time for the simple pleasures of life anymore. No wonder we have so much social dysfunction in this country. A co-worker of mine feels much the same way. She only dates men on the weekends, and that works for her. They enjoy eachothers company and attention on the weekends that they can make time, but during the week, their focus is work and family.
People have to think outside the status quo these days. Creative new ways to make relationships work. Let us not kid ourselves on this point. If you do not desire a relationship, I can full well understand that fact. So, I use FWB arrangements for sex. I will readily admit, in the name of full disclosure, I am not a proponent of prostitution. Thanks for the suggestion! This has nothing to do with men.
Yes, I think GMP is trying to recruit young men into the prostitution business. You totally found them out! Here is a woman that pays a man for an escorting service. Do we really need to hear another story from a female escort? But this offers something unique.
I thought this site was about men. What does this have to do with men? And while men do interact with women regularly…. That chance was unfortunately missed in the interview, it would seem.
Also, it clearly demonstrates that the idea that sex is an emotional experience for women is a complete farce. All the guy need be to some women is attractive, can get it up and keep it up , and safe. The emotional stuff is reserved for men like I was once: Could have sworn this was off some escort review board somewhere and written by one of the more eloquent pooners.
But, to each his, or her, own, I guess. A man who is faking interest in me and being paid for his services, who has no real attraction for me, probably fueled by Viagra, touching me and to be blunt putting his penis in me. It makes me feel nauseated to think about it! Is the one night stand guy really interested in the woman or the sex? Otherwise it seems humiliating! A guy who can escort would have slept with you anyways if you asked him to at a bar. And he wants the money either way. The Wet One,… Great.
But, it was not about you. It was about her. It was all about the sex. Only a few men would not like to screw beautiful women and get paid for it, myself included. I am not a fan of prostitution.
I cannot fathom the idea of having sex with a woman who has screwed hundreds of men, regardless of how she looks.. Just disgusting in my mind. I think that you misunderstood me. I was the one who was paying. Do you think the female escorts are really attracted to the men they are having sex with? Or do you think they are pretending to be as professional as possible?
Or because they enjoy the variety of sex with a variety of men? It just cannot be the money that makes them pretend? I chose to take her at her word. This rationalization that the interviewee …? Because sometimes you have neither the time, the skill or the interest in making it as good in a non-paying relationship. You want sex, easy good sex right now. And you have the money to pay. The Wet One… I am not disputing this aspect of it.
Because women are all about men who are sloppy and ignore their needs and are selfish lovers. That makes complete economic sense.
I mean, why go for free, when you can get the same lousy product with a pricetag? When it comes to sex for a lot of women not all , all she need is to find him attractive and safe. He can be a thug, a jerk, unemployed……a lot of women just do not care. She only wants sex! Hell, she may not even want to see him again!
Most men will have an orgasm if they have a partner they find attractive who is willing to do it with them. Only a quarter of women can often have orgasms during intercourse, many never have an orgasm from intercourse alone. Different women need different types of stimulation to get off. There is no guarantee the man at the bar will be interested in learning how, or be able to do it the first time.
But you have cash. Problem somewhat fixed and a joyful time was had. I have spent years single and have been rejected by men before. Sure, I was lonely and wanted affection but paying for fake affection would feel dishonest and disrespectful to myself. It would not make me happier. I can use a little self control and hold out when I need to until I actually find that person that does really like me. I try to live my life authentically. Paying for affection would go against that authenticity for me.
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Hats off to whatever woman is comfortable with allowing another woman in bed with her man. Wow, broad unfounded stereot-yping is easy. No wonder so many resort to it. Amy, You are just plain wrong.
Hence, I must beg to differ. I dunno, maybe that would be better. You can get exactly what you want that way. Sarah,,,,, At least the men or women who just want sex would have an above ground, regulated, and safe way to go about it. The Wet One… I respect your opinion.
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. 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.