My personal sexual revolution had started a few months earlier when I decided to pop my cherry by visiting an escort. I’m not traditionally social, so it made sense at the time. I had had sex with three escorts so far, with the last one being a bit of a disaster. Due to my humiliating experience with the caramel Nicky, I had sort of gone into sexual hiding. Of course, I still had my daily wank or two. Sometimes these incl...

It had been over a month since I had seen Misty, my second escort and sexual experience. The whole affair had been revelatory, yet it had left me feeling guilty and I decided to abstain from any more working girl visits. But, as I’ve alluded to before: once you pop, you just can’t stop. Life briefly got in the way. I ended up going on a trip for over a week. With the busy schedule and the number of people I was with, I di...

I had recently lost my virginity to an escort I had found online. She was a pretty enough black girl who went by the alias of Dark Angel. The thing I would soon realise was that having sex is like having Pringles: once you pop, you just can’t stop. The urge to have sex again was strong and difficult to ignore. Of course, I still had the same problems as before: going out in the world and finding someone to have sex with w...

This story is true. I promise. How can you tell? Because it contains humiliating details. I was 22 and a chronic virgin.A mixture of being somewhat timid and overtly religious until that point had prevented me from advancing far with the opposite sex. Of course, being religious didn’t mean I had been a good boy the whole time. I had had my fair share of sexting with strangers I had met in chatrooms, hours of porn surfing...