When my girlfriend went back to Israel because her visa had run out, I was pretty darn lonely. This was when I had my first experience with a sex prostitute, and I have to admit, it was not what I expected it to be. I was looking up the numbers and addresses of escort agencies, I sold the girls stockings and perfume and it was a good market place, and I had an idea.
I liked to walk where I worked as this also kept me fit, and I saw there were a lot of local agencies. So I thought, why not call them up and give them a bit of trade, I had already made enough money out of sex prostitutes.
I thought about my girlfriend and I decided, you know what a sex prostitute is actually the best idea. It’s just business, there are no emotional ties, I pay them for a fuck or whatever it is I want and wash my hands (and my cock) clean of the whole matter.
Not believing it would be a good idea to frequent one of the locals – within walking distance. I looked for one in the next suburb and found just what I was looking for. I called them up and made an appointment, thinking what was it to be? A hand job, blow job, fuck or all three?
I have never been shy to enter an agency and never been shy to talk to sex prostitutes either, its all part of life, and in any case, a lot of my living was made selling to them. This time the tables were turned.
A couple of the girls ask if I was looking for a date and I replied "yes, but I am still looking."
I spoke to a few of the ladies and as I am a bit fussy about my ladies and like one with half a brain, I was looking for something a bit special. I lighted on one little girl who was very bright and bubbly, she also said she was working as a sex prostitute to fund her studies and that she was married. Said this was the perfect pro fession or her as her husband got turned on by the idea that other men fucked her.
You know what, the evening passed and we had a really good time, when I dropped her back at the agency, we had had dinner and drinks and a really good and interesting talk, but I didn’t feel any excitement or sexual energy. I just paid her and left her there, standing on the doorstep, thanking her for the great date, while she stared at me as though I had lost my marbles.
It was too weird, but at the end of the night I took her back to the agency and paid her – no sex, other than a mind-fuck. But I also realised, that I, like her husband, had as bit of a fetish for hearing about sex, and not so much participating in the act bring on sex prostitutes.
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