Prostitutes/Escorts

Yes, lots of times. Sometimes I just fancy a change.

In recent months the agency in my village has supplied a leather clad biker; a construction worker with a hard helmet; a cowboy...cowboys are my weakness...and even a Native American complete with feather headress.

Plus ca change...😊

No. I would not hire a prostitute or escort. I prefer someone who wants to be with me for something other than money.

Haven’t, but see nothing wrong with it in general. It should be decriminalized and the industry needs an overhaul. It’s currently rife with human trafficking and abuse, all of which could be dealt with a lot easier if sex work were legal.

Back in the CL days, I contacted a woman who advertised massages and more in her home. After agreeing to a $75 “donation”, I went to her house and we had some really good sex. She was a bit older than most providers but hey, so am I. She had a nice body for an older gal and we quickly got naked. I sucked on her nice sized tits and worked my way down to her pussy. Her pussy was hairy which I really like. After a few minutes of licking her pussy and getting her juices all over my face, I turned her over on her stomach so I could fuck her in my favorite position, doggy style. She had a nice ass, a little plump as I like it. I Slipped my hard cock in her wet pussy and started pumping against her ass cheeks. I also put my thumb in her asshole. She had told me that her asshole was off limits; no ass fucking. Maybe that was reserved for her boyfriend because my thumb slipped in so easily. If she hadn’t said I couldn’t fuck her ass I would have taken my cock out of her pussy and slid it into her asshole. We fucked for a while and I finally came. We got dressed and she fixed me a cup of coffee and we sat on her couch for a while before I had to leave

Here is a true story:

I was accepted to graduate school on the other side of the country. To save money, I stayed in the cheapest hotels. For hotels and gas, I put the charge on my one and only credit card (which my parents would pay off as a graduation present).

After several hours of driving, I pull into a cheap motel to check in. I didn't bother to ask the price, this particular hotel looked about as cheap as I could get. (This was in the pre-internet days).

I have the clerk my one and only credit card. However, he said his machine was done, and he would have to go next door. After he left, with my card, I realized he didn't even have a name tag on. He wasn't behind the counter when I entered the lobby. I began to fear I gave my credit card to just some random guy who pretended to be a desk clerk. I waited and waited, getting more worried by the moment.

After I went next door. Next door was a large house, which, based on the parking lot, had been turned into some type of business. Inside, the A/c was going full blast. across a large room, I see the clerk talking to a middle-aged woman. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young woman in a bikini. I thought to myself, "I didn't a dump like this would have a pool.'

From across the room, I announce, "I came looking for my credit card."

The woman tells the clerk something, and he and I head out to the door. As we exit, I see a woman in a negligee, but don't pay her any attention. I have my card back and a bed for the night.

As I settled into my room, I finally realized that next door was a brothel.

The bed was comfortable, and, except for twice, hearing the clicking of high heels in the hallway quiet.