Sleeping with the enemy (II)...
My first encounter with an escort was a seminal (as in important, rather than the bodily fluid - but I guess it had some of that too...) moment in my life. I had thought about it for a long time. I had the opportunity - an industry black-tie dinner that would prevent me from getting home - and a hotel room. I would use an agency [link to adult site!] (one of the cheaper ones - did I mention that I can be a cheapskate?) - a safer way to start, if you are thinking about the mechanics - and I'd selected the girl that I wanted on their website.
I had not booked her, though. I wasn't sure I should do it. It was the point of no return. A dozen years of marriage, more than a dozen years of fidelity would be changed irreparably by an hour's madness (and £250).
Was there any serious doubt that I would take the next step? It was a bit like a plane at take-off... There is a point (V1, I believe), when then plane is going fast enough to take off but can also stop in time, if there is an emergency. There is also a point (V2), when, even if there is a problem, the plane has to take off, as it would crash off the end of the runway anyway. I knew that I was at V1 and accelerating fast... I was horny as hell and could see a way of solving my problem that appeared easy.
After the dinner, the wine removed my lingering doubts. I committed.
If the experience had been a disaster - and I have had some dreadful sessions with escorts - then I'd have never repeated the experiment. However, Victoria and I "clicked", at least sexually. I treated her like a girlfriend rather than a prostitute and I got that effort repaid in spades.
On an emotional level, I felt nothing. Sex can be "just sex" for men. I'm not suggesting that it can't be casual for women too but I think it is best illustrated by the famous Sharon Stone quote:
The sex was fantastic - and it was sex that I was missing. For now, at least, I wanted the physical contact of a human body not the emotional warmth of a relationship.
So I was hooked. I took her personal number (top tip, if you get on well with an escort) and saw her once a month for a while (till something changed the relationship - a topic for another entry...).
It was always good...
I had not booked her, though. I wasn't sure I should do it. It was the point of no return. A dozen years of marriage, more than a dozen years of fidelity would be changed irreparably by an hour's madness (and £250).
Was there any serious doubt that I would take the next step? It was a bit like a plane at take-off... There is a point (V1, I believe), when then plane is going fast enough to take off but can also stop in time, if there is an emergency. There is also a point (V2), when, even if there is a problem, the plane has to take off, as it would crash off the end of the runway anyway. I knew that I was at V1 and accelerating fast... I was horny as hell and could see a way of solving my problem that appeared easy.
After the dinner, the wine removed my lingering doubts. I committed.
If the experience had been a disaster - and I have had some dreadful sessions with escorts - then I'd have never repeated the experiment. However, Victoria and I "clicked", at least sexually. I treated her like a girlfriend rather than a prostitute and I got that effort repaid in spades.
On an emotional level, I felt nothing. Sex can be "just sex" for men. I'm not suggesting that it can't be casual for women too but I think it is best illustrated by the famous Sharon Stone quote:
"Women might be able to fake orgasms but men can fake whole relationships."This cause (and, yes, it was deliberate) was helped by the fact that she was Russian and had limited vocabulary. Like most men, my dick will be attracted to any pretty face and hard body. My mind, a far more important erogenous zone, requires much more stimulation...
The sex was fantastic - and it was sex that I was missing. For now, at least, I wanted the physical contact of a human body not the emotional warmth of a relationship.
So I was hooked. I took her personal number (top tip, if you get on well with an escort) and saw her once a month for a while (till something changed the relationship - a topic for another entry...).
It was always good...
posted by Salvatori at 8:30 am
2 Comments:
Thanks for your nice comments on my page. I however am feeling mighty squeamish about yours, as the only way my marriage stays together is through trying and working . If thier was a medical reason for frigidity I would understand. Sex in a marriage becomes many things over time, not just sex. Since sex and a close relationship are one of the things that I need to be happy I don't think bieng with a prostitute would work for me, nor would my spouse bieng frigid. I would have to leave the relationship. Well I'm not judging. Your writing is nice and fluid, lively. Just powerfully awful like a car wreck with the turgid member and the ass fucking bit.
I did get to drive an O2 Porsche 911 Turbo the other day the ccar was awesome. I was doing 85MPH in second gear. My goosebumps had goosebumps. Lots of fun. I'd like to here more about your work. I'll be checking back.
Rob - my life may yet be a car wreck. I am now trying hard on my marriage, as it's better than it's been since, well, ever. I'm not sure if it'll last and that's why I'm writing about it here - partly to keep myself honest about it.
My last 911 was back in 95. If you want awesome, try a 360 ferrari...
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