Escort Experience?
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Wild1977au
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Never have used one
i myself have never used an escort at all, i was out one night with some work mates and went to a whore house went in sat down, one of me mates went in and i looked at the others and said stuff this i'm going and left so that's the closest i have gotten
i myself have never used an escort at all, i was out one night with some work mates and went to a whore house went in sat down, one of me mates went in and i looked at the others and said stuff this i'm going and left so that's the closest i have gotten
monkeyman057
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Never could bring myself to do it. I've thought about it on occasion but it's just so impersonal. I realize that's the draw for lots of guys but it's just never been my thing.
Ex Princess
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Mmm, always wanted to play like I was an escort but haven't found the right opportunity.
1Browneyedguy
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mmmmmmmm
"Mmm, always wanted to play like I was an escort but haven't found the right opportunity."
Sounds like it might be a good fantasy for you to play with a friend
"Mmm, always wanted to play like I was an escort but haven't found the right opportunity."
Sounds like it might be a good fantasy for you to play with a friend
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"Mmm, always wanted to play like I was an escort but haven't found the right opportunity."
Sounds like it might be a good fantasy for you to play with a friend
It definitely would be... Heeeyyy Jim... *wink, wink*
1Browneyedguy
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This is not Jim but
one time I asked a gal out for lunch at a nice place...
She emailed me back saying she was a private model... she was 23, not married, no children, etc
and went on to explain to me her fees, her handler etc etc
mmmm no thanks
one time I asked a gal out for lunch at a nice place...
She emailed me back saying she was a private model... she was 23, not married, no children, etc
and went on to explain to me her fees, her handler etc etc
mmmm no thanks
I can think of a good opportunity to experiment with your escort fantasy the next time you get down to Orlando.
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Do happy ending masseuses count? If so, I've had a few good times.
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Emerson40
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I myself have not had any direct experience with the "oldest profession", but I do have a story.
About sixteen years ago myself and three friends were traveling around Europe. Nothing extravagant, we were fresh out of school, in debt (student loans), and went backpacking around Europe for a month, staying in hostels. We had arrived in Amsterdam one fine day, from Brussels. On the train, one of our group was going on and on about visiting the Rossebuurt, or Red Light District. We all agreed – if only to shut him up – that we would go and see the area.
It is quite the picturesque neighborhood – not at all what I was expecting - with narrow, cobbled streets, old and beautiful architecture, canals, and of course the beautiful women. In the windows you could see women of every ethnicity, shape, size, all dressed invitingly in lingerie, beckoning with their sexy smiles, and teasing with poses and gestures. Each an invitation to pleasure.
This proved too much for our friend, and he decided he was going to partake. He chose a stunning brunette. I remember thinking at the time that although beautiful, she seemed ridiculously tall. But that was probably due to the seriously “high” high heels she was wearing, and that she was standing and posing on a raised platform in her window. Funny the stuff you remember…
The remaining three of us decided to go to a café a few doors down, where we would wait for our horny travel companion. We walked in, ordered some drinks, and before our drinks were in front of us our friend walked in. We laughed and teased him, accusing him of chickening out. It had only been ten, maybe fifteen minutes most, since we left him drooling in front of the window.
He informed us that not only did he not chicken out, he had partook and was done. She was a “pro” he informed us, and required no more than ten minutes to empty his balls and lighten his wallet of guilders.
Her “professional” attributes aside, our friend had worked himself into such a state - even before we got to Rossebuurt - that I’m sure that tall brunette needed to do little more than hold him and blow a kiss in his ear to conclude their transaction.
About sixteen years ago myself and three friends were traveling around Europe. Nothing extravagant, we were fresh out of school, in debt (student loans), and went backpacking around Europe for a month, staying in hostels. We had arrived in Amsterdam one fine day, from Brussels. On the train, one of our group was going on and on about visiting the Rossebuurt, or Red Light District. We all agreed – if only to shut him up – that we would go and see the area.
It is quite the picturesque neighborhood – not at all what I was expecting - with narrow, cobbled streets, old and beautiful architecture, canals, and of course the beautiful women. In the windows you could see women of every ethnicity, shape, size, all dressed invitingly in lingerie, beckoning with their sexy smiles, and teasing with poses and gestures. Each an invitation to pleasure.
This proved too much for our friend, and he decided he was going to partake. He chose a stunning brunette. I remember thinking at the time that although beautiful, she seemed ridiculously tall. But that was probably due to the seriously “high” high heels she was wearing, and that she was standing and posing on a raised platform in her window. Funny the stuff you remember…
The remaining three of us decided to go to a café a few doors down, where we would wait for our horny travel companion. We walked in, ordered some drinks, and before our drinks were in front of us our friend walked in. We laughed and teased him, accusing him of chickening out. It had only been ten, maybe fifteen minutes most, since we left him drooling in front of the window.
He informed us that not only did he not chicken out, he had partook and was done. She was a “pro” he informed us, and required no more than ten minutes to empty his balls and lighten his wallet of guilders.
Her “professional” attributes aside, our friend had worked himself into such a state - even before we got to Rossebuurt - that I’m sure that tall brunette needed to do little more than hold him and blow a kiss in his ear to conclude their transaction.
Speaking from the other side (I'm a model/escort), most of my clients are usually pretty shy and unsure. I only entertain very wealthy and private clients so that might explain the hesitation on their part. But I feel like most of them have become so high profile that they can't just experiment or live out their fantasies in normal life because it might ruin their image.
Almost 80% of my clients want a very specific fantasy or fetish. And so they have very specific requests on the evening from the outfits I wear to my mannerism and my behaviors.
Almost 80% of my clients want a very specific fantasy or fetish. And so they have very specific requests on the evening from the outfits I wear to my mannerism and my behaviors.
