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Would you sell yourself?
I have been propositioned on dating sites and in bars/clubs by men to let them pay me for sex and I haven't turned very many guys away. A couple of hundred dollars is fine, more if they want anal sex. I don't necessarily need the money but it is something that I find very and fun. I don't consider it prostitution.
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Quote by BlondeAmber36D
I have been propositioned on dating sites and in bars/clubs by men to let them pay me for sex and I haven't turned very many guys away. A couple of hundred dollars is fine, more if they want anal sex. I don't necessarily need the money but it is something that I find very and fun. I don't consider it prostitution.
Amber that is exactly what Prostitution is. But what is wrong with that. Sex always has a financial component to the relationship. But, Honey at $200 you are being seriously underpaid.
Yes, I am an Escort and it has provided me with great experiences and opportunities.
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In college my car needed some repairs. I sold myself for enough to cover the estimate. Turned out another part had to be replaced and I didn't have enough so I did the mechanic to cover the extra charge.
Other than that I gave a guy a bj during a job interview then ended up as the MWR officer for the company. Keeping all the employees happy and several of the clients earned me some nice bonuses.
Other than that I gave a guy a bj during a job interview then ended up as the MWR officer for the company. Keeping all the employees happy and several of the clients earned me some nice bonuses.
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My body is not for sale to anyone for SEX.
I have however made a lot of money from nude modelling - but NO porn.
On one occasion I found a $100 note in my purse the morning after a one night stand. I felt disgusted and donated it straight to the Sallies.
I have however made a lot of money from nude modelling - but NO porn.
On one occasion I found a $100 note in my purse the morning after a one night stand. I felt disgusted and donated it straight to the Sallies.
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C'mon, we've all contemplated this after watching indecent proposal.
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No way!
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many many times i did
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in some crazy way i think i would? but if SHE rocks my world! i will pay her back, time & time again
Quote by Naughtygrl73
I've never sold myself and cant see myself ever doing so. Any form of sexual contact for me is based on attraction
I think I would rather do anything else than have to sleep with someone that I wasnt attracted to. Having to then perform sexual acts not out of pleasure or a desire to please but purely because I have been payed to do so would be more than I could stomach.
Others have mentioned going out for dinner and seeing that as getting some sort of payment for sex. I don't. Going out to dinner on a date with someone who has requested the pleasure of my company does not require a quid pro quo exchange of the use of my body for food. If I choose to get intimate with someone its because of who they are not because of what they've given me.
I have asked a man to accompany me to an event, as I did the asking I payed for the tickets. I certainly did not expect the man in question to "put out" in exchange for me taking him out.
lol Im not sure where this little rant is going so Ill wrap it up with ....
No I wouldnt sell myself
No I haven't sold myself
Yes taking goods/money/holidays in exchange for sex is prostitution
One final thing, I have no problem with women (or men for that matter) and their choices. If they are happy to barter sex for gain and can live with that decision more power to them.
Ok I think we can now close this topic of discussion…Very well said "Naughtygrl73"
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i had sex once for a pair of Louboutin's with an ex
and a couple of similar things, never with a stranger though some one i had dated or was going to be dating... they are rich and i am not so in my mind its ok?!!
and a couple of similar things, never with a stranger though some one i had dated or was going to be dating... they are rich and i am not so in my mind its ok?!!
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Maybe?
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Oh come on girls.
What if you were working as a sever, mostly for tips, trying to raise a couple of kids and paying $1900 a month for a 2 BR apt. You have a good customer or maybe a few who always enjoy flirting with you and leaving you good tips. Would'nt it be nice for you to give this guy something to remember and fantasize about for a very long time, a very special treat, you, and he would tip you more than you normally make in a day for maybe an hour.
Every body else sells their talent
What if you were working as a sever, mostly for tips, trying to raise a couple of kids and paying $1900 a month for a 2 BR apt. You have a good customer or maybe a few who always enjoy flirting with you and leaving you good tips. Would'nt it be nice for you to give this guy something to remember and fantasize about for a very long time, a very special treat, you, and he would tip you more than you normally make in a day for maybe an hour.
Every body else sells their talent
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I was not sure how I wanted to answer this yesterday. I can't believe the answer just above this response.
While Hubbie was stationed in West Texas in the early 80s I worked as a waitress in a cafe / donut shop. One of my regular customers who came in nearly every day, when he was not out on a mission, had lost his wife about 6 or 7 months earlier to a short battle with cancer. He was a Colonel and pilot in a different command than Hubbie on the same base. He was in his mid 40s. I was in my early 20s. One day he over heard me talking to another waitress about us going to the BX to buy a bikini to go get some sun at the lake. Her and I went after work that day.
Col D very politely offered to buy mine if I would just model it for him. I told him I would have to discuss it with Hubbie. Hubbie just ask me if I wanted to do it. Hubbie had already learned of my wild side and my participation in gang bangs and being shared by one of my boyfriends. Which very surprising to Hubbie turned him on tremendously. He told me I could do it if I wanted too and told me I could do what ever I wanted to do. He had met Col D before he lost his wife. They would sit at the counter and talk AF pilot stuff for hours. He liked Col D. I told Hubbie I wanted to do it and would probably do more than just model the suite. I let Col D know it would be OK. We decided to meet at the BX the next day.
I got dressed like i was going on a date. Hubbie picked out a cute silky print halter sundress with a thong and some tan CFM heels, and nothing else. I met the Col at the BX as planned. I picked out 3 bikinis at his request. I had planned to just get one. Two were rather conservative as bikinis go. One of those did have a heart cut out in the middle of my right butt cheek about the size of a half dollar. It left a heart shaped tan spot on my butt. The unlined solid yellow one was very adjustable from moderate coverage to very little.
After I tried them on at the BX, I came out and let him know they all fit good. He said I thought you were going to model them for me. I told him I planned to, but thought it would be better to do it at his house. You should have seen the look on his face. It was priceless. He was handsome and distinguished looking, like one would expect from a senior AF officer. When he came in the cafe I would get very turn me on, especially when he wore his flight suite. Hubbie and Steven turned me when they wore theirs too. I use to fantasize about being his lover after he lost his wife.
At his house we talked for a while over a couple classes of wine for me. He was drinking Scotch and water. Then I modeled the suites leaving the yellow one for last. Each time I came out I got closer to him eventually standing between his legs. On the second suite he began to to caress my legs. We were both getting very turned on. When I modeled the yellow one I began with it covering as much as I could. I began moving to the music like a dancer. While dancing I narrowed the coverage of the triangle shaped material on the strings holding my bikini on. My top was barely covering my nipples and most of my ass was now uncovered. The front would not have covered my bush, if I wore one.
He eventually removed my suite and I gave him a blow job swallowing his load and having my own orgasm. He laid me on the couch and brought me to several more orgasms with his talented tongue, teeth, fingers, and hands. We relaxed with another drink and repeated our oral exploration of each others body's. I gave him another blow job, again swallowing his load. This time his oral talents resulted in me squirting all over his face, chest and leather couch. After a little hugging and coming down from very strong orgasms I straddled his lap ready to fuck his brains out. He recovered pretty quickly and his cock was hard again. He said let's save something for next time. I took care of his hard cock with another blow job.
I went home and told Hubbie everything just like it happened. We fucked like animals and still use that event when we are alone as part of our foreplay. With in a few days Hubbie shared me with his best friend Steven.
About a week after my first date with Col D we scheduled another trip to the BX. He bought me a couple halter sun dresses and some CFM heels. I modeled them with no underwear at all. The second one was a halter wrap sundress. While modeling this one he ask me to strip for him. We had another round of very erotic oral sex then we fucked like crazy. Hubbie was out of town on a mission, so I spent two nights with Col D. We had nice dinners at the best restaurant in town. I wore the two dresses and CFM heels he had bought for me with no underwear at all.
Beginning the day after I modeled the bikinis his tips went from a dollar and change on a $3 and change breakfast, to keep the change on the same $3 to $4 breakfast from a $20.00 bill. For the next two years we were stationed there I was Col D's mistress. We got together about once a week. We took trips to Dsllas, Austin, Houston, San Antonio, and a couple trips to Mexico.
Col D was even invited to join Hubbie, Steven, and me for MFMM on many occasions. We came back to visited him on several occasions there after Hubbie got out of the regular AF. Col D retired and stayed in the town we were stationed at. He came to visit us in New Orleans on several occasions, a couple times for Mardi Gras. He never remarried but did have a steady girlfriend. They each kept their own homes and spent a lot of time together at each other home and alone time in their own homes.
Back then, as I do today I considered myself as a hooker. I considered Col D to be a sugar daddy. I would have spent time with Col D even if he would not have given me large tips or bought me a single thing. But the gifts, trips, and large tips was nice back then when money was tight. It allowed me to start taking college courses.
There are several other events I considered as me being a hooker. I fucked Jay, the owner of a wholesale shoe business in Dallas to get big discounts on shoes for my boss. I did this for Boss because he asked to do it for him to try and save the store. Jay had offered Boss a $500 discount off his next order of shoes if he could get me to fuck him. I was also fucking Boss for the lust filled thrill of it. I worked in his small department store in the shoe department. I also negotiated 10 pairs of shoes for myself on the first order.
I fucked Jay several times a year for big discounts until my boss closed the store? After Boss closed the store Jay allowed me to chose my shoes and gave me a thank you card with a nice tip. Boss also requested me to negotiate other deals with other wholesale houses. Made a lot of trips to market in Dallas. Hubbie was fully aware and supportive of my whoring. We never had to worry about me getting pregnant because I had lost my uterus in an accident when I was 12. I still had my ovaries and they were constantly working overtime.
Hubbie lent me to Jay so he could offer me as a sub for a 3 day weekend to a BDSM auction in Dallas. It was used as a fund raiser for two well known children's charities. I did not receive any money, but did receive all the clothes, lingerie, shoes, jewelry (mostly costume), and toys that I wore and used during the weekend.
I participated in this event twice a year for 10 or 11 years. I was bought by the same DOM at each event except the two he did not attend. Again I would have done this without any gifts due to the very high lust filled thrill I received, and the charities receiving the funds raised. Tens of thousands of $$$$ was raised above the amount raised from us being auctioned.
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While Hubbie was stationed in West Texas in the early 80s I worked as a waitress in a cafe / donut shop. One of my regular customers who came in nearly every day, when he was not out on a mission, had lost his wife about 6 or 7 months earlier to a short battle with cancer. He was a Colonel and pilot in a different command than Hubbie on the same base. He was in his mid 40s. I was in my early 20s. One day he over heard me talking to another waitress about us going to the BX to buy a bikini to go get some sun at the lake. Her and I went after work that day.
Col D very politely offered to buy mine if I would just model it for him. I told him I would have to discuss it with Hubbie. Hubbie just ask me if I wanted to do it. Hubbie had already learned of my wild side and my participation in gang bangs and being shared by one of my boyfriends. Which very surprising to Hubbie turned him on tremendously. He told me I could do it if I wanted too and told me I could do what ever I wanted to do. He had met Col D before he lost his wife. They would sit at the counter and talk AF pilot stuff for hours. He liked Col D. I told Hubbie I wanted to do it and would probably do more than just model the suite. I let Col D know it would be OK. We decided to meet at the BX the next day.
I got dressed like i was going on a date. Hubbie picked out a cute silky print halter sundress with a thong and some tan CFM heels, and nothing else. I met the Col at the BX as planned. I picked out 3 bikinis at his request. I had planned to just get one. Two were rather conservative as bikinis go. One of those did have a heart cut out in the middle of my right butt cheek about the size of a half dollar. It left a heart shaped tan spot on my butt. The unlined solid yellow one was very adjustable from moderate coverage to very little.
After I tried them on at the BX, I came out and let him know they all fit good. He said I thought you were going to model them for me. I told him I planned to, but thought it would be better to do it at his house. You should have seen the look on his face. It was priceless. He was handsome and distinguished looking, like one would expect from a senior AF officer. When he came in the cafe I would get very turn me on, especially when he wore his flight suite. Hubbie and Steven turned me when they wore theirs too. I use to fantasize about being his lover after he lost his wife.
At his house we talked for a while over a couple classes of wine for me. He was drinking Scotch and water. Then I modeled the suites leaving the yellow one for last. Each time I came out I got closer to him eventually standing between his legs. On the second suite he began to to caress my legs. We were both getting very turned on. When I modeled the yellow one I began with it covering as much as I could. I began moving to the music like a dancer. While dancing I narrowed the coverage of the triangle shaped material on the strings holding my bikini on. My top was barely covering my nipples and most of my ass was now uncovered. The front would not have covered my bush, if I wore one.
He eventually removed my suite and I gave him a blow job swallowing his load and having my own orgasm. He laid me on the couch and brought me to several more orgasms with his talented tongue, teeth, fingers, and hands. We relaxed with another drink and repeated our oral exploration of each others body's. I gave him another blow job, again swallowing his load. This time his oral talents resulted in me squirting all over his face, chest and leather couch. After a little hugging and coming down from very strong orgasms I straddled his lap ready to fuck his brains out. He recovered pretty quickly and his cock was hard again. He said let's save something for next time. I took care of his hard cock with another blow job.
I went home and told Hubbie everything just like it happened. We fucked like animals and still use that event when we are alone as part of our foreplay. With in a few days Hubbie shared me with his best friend Steven.
About a week after my first date with Col D we scheduled another trip to the BX. He bought me a couple halter sun dresses and some CFM heels. I modeled them with no underwear at all. The second one was a halter wrap sundress. While modeling this one he ask me to strip for him. We had another round of very erotic oral sex then we fucked like crazy. Hubbie was out of town on a mission, so I spent two nights with Col D. We had nice dinners at the best restaurant in town. I wore the two dresses and CFM heels he had bought for me with no underwear at all.
Beginning the day after I modeled the bikinis his tips went from a dollar and change on a $3 and change breakfast, to keep the change on the same $3 to $4 breakfast from a $20.00 bill. For the next two years we were stationed there I was Col D's mistress. We got together about once a week. We took trips to Dsllas, Austin, Houston, San Antonio, and a couple trips to Mexico.
Col D was even invited to join Hubbie, Steven, and me for MFMM on many occasions. We came back to visited him on several occasions there after Hubbie got out of the regular AF. Col D retired and stayed in the town we were stationed at. He came to visit us in New Orleans on several occasions, a couple times for Mardi Gras. He never remarried but did have a steady girlfriend. They each kept their own homes and spent a lot of time together at each other home and alone time in their own homes.
Back then, as I do today I considered myself as a hooker. I considered Col D to be a sugar daddy. I would have spent time with Col D even if he would not have given me large tips or bought me a single thing. But the gifts, trips, and large tips was nice back then when money was tight. It allowed me to start taking college courses.
There are several other events I considered as me being a hooker. I fucked Jay, the owner of a wholesale shoe business in Dallas to get big discounts on shoes for my boss. I did this for Boss because he asked to do it for him to try and save the store. Jay had offered Boss a $500 discount off his next order of shoes if he could get me to fuck him. I was also fucking Boss for the lust filled thrill of it. I worked in his small department store in the shoe department. I also negotiated 10 pairs of shoes for myself on the first order.
I fucked Jay several times a year for big discounts until my boss closed the store? After Boss closed the store Jay allowed me to chose my shoes and gave me a thank you card with a nice tip. Boss also requested me to negotiate other deals with other wholesale houses. Made a lot of trips to market in Dallas. Hubbie was fully aware and supportive of my whoring. We never had to worry about me getting pregnant because I had lost my uterus in an accident when I was 12. I still had my ovaries and they were constantly working overtime.
Hubbie lent me to Jay so he could offer me as a sub for a 3 day weekend to a BDSM auction in Dallas. It was used as a fund raiser for two well known children's charities. I did not receive any money, but did receive all the clothes, lingerie, shoes, jewelry (mostly costume), and toys that I wore and used during the weekend.
I participated in this event twice a year for 10 or 11 years. I was bought by the same DOM at each event except the two he did not attend. Again I would have done this without any gifts due to the very high lust filled thrill I received, and the charities receiving the funds raised. Tens of thousands of $$$$ was raised above the amount raised from us being auctioned.
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One reason and one reason only.. If my girls were still young and it was my only and I mean "ONLY" means of feeding them. Then and only then would I considerate it.
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That's not a bad idea NolaHotGal, Instead of propositioning maybe I should ask if I can take her to Victoria's Secret and buy her a nice lacey racy mesh camisole and thong 
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Hmmm. No but is someone did I wouldn't judge them. Desperate times can mean desperate measures.
It reminds of the story where this woman is asked if she would sleep with a guy for a million dollars. She says yes without hesitation. Then he asks, "would you sleep with me for fifty bucks?"
She replies indignantly, "Hell no! What do you think I am?"
"We already established that. Just haggling over the price now."
It reminds of the story where this woman is asked if she would sleep with a guy for a million dollars. She says yes without hesitation. Then he asks, "would you sleep with me for fifty bucks?"
She replies indignantly, "Hell no! What do you think I am?"
"We already established that. Just haggling over the price now."
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Quote by sarah_xoxo
i wont sell myself but i'd rent myself out lol
Agree with sarah_xoxo 100%
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Quote by HotWifeToni1First of all I don't need the money I have a very successful husband who takes good care of me. Second, if I meet a handsome man that's interesting why wouldn't I do him for nothing. Anyway haven't all of us at one time of another gotten jewelry, clothes or an expensive gift from a man? Whether we like it or not girls we all are prostitutes in some way or another!
Toni say it just about the way it is. But, lots of people do not want to accept that barter system is not different than currancy.