When picturing the kinds of men who frequent sex workers and pay for their services, certain images come to mind. There is the older, businessman in a suit, away on business, calling an escort to his hotel room while his wife is at home with the kids. But in truth, there are a number of different kinds of men who see sex workers, and for all kinds of reasons. To simply paint all men who pay for sex with the same brush is not only ignoring the reality of the sex industry and the people who utilise it, but also works to keep the shame and taboo associated with sex workers in place.
You spend money on a cab, fashionable clothes, cover charges, and drinks β the money quickly adds up. And, after all of that, you still might strike out for the night. It is her job to make sure I have a good time, not the other way around.
Prostitution solves that problem for me by providing me with company that can come to me, and allow me to get off, and then they leave. If I wanted companionship or a relationship, I would settle down for a while, and actually date someone. I want to chat about lots of things, like what I like in life, what my friends are up to, and my hobbies. I want her to be genuinely attracted to me. The sex I have here is fairly ordinary.
Nothing kinky β none of the things you read about. I also like to talk with her a little. Some have been very respectful while a few have been a bit mean to me. Looking at naked women is beautiful and having sex is natural. I go to a disability and wheelchair friendly brothel and some of the ladies offer extra services like kissing or oral, or they let you ejaculate on their breasts. I see on their website they also have a male sex worker for women or men. I just wanted some human contact for a bit, and so I called an escort.
She was fun to spend time with and it really helped me out. There is a certain freedom that comes with a sex worker that does not come with a partner. I absolutely do not condone treating sex workers as objects, but I do treat the services they provide as a commodity. I think about it like renting a car as opposed to buying one. With a rented car, you can run the engine a bit more ragged. Do I feel guilt? There was one time I felt really guilty, and that was because I started feeling an attachment to the woman I was with.
