To make a long story short, my husband and I used to play where I would dress slutty and be out on the street with real prostitutes and he and his friends would come pick me up and take me to a seedy hotel room I had rented. My husband would drop me off and then be the last to engage me and then take me home for the best sex ever. One time he never came to pick me up because he got arrested for DUI and the real working girls and their pimp made me work for real for 2 days. I was humiliated and forced to sell myself to many men and even work at a glory hole in an adult theater. I never went back to that area for sure, but in my mind I relished the sex and humiliation. My husband has passed now and lately I have thoughts of becoming a real working girl in the sleaziest areas of the city. I know it is crazy but it is a driving urge.