I can't decide on what to call him. He, with the deep brown eyes, pinkish lips and perfect touch. Sweet, sensitive, and smart. Waiting to seduce me with glasses. The curious and charming accent. The latent humility. And he makes me climax rather effortlessly, and talk rather openly. Gorgeous, snuggly and warm. Memories of last night are making me smile.
How we met is not important, and I've been advised several times to be more mysterious. So there you go. He's a man, I'm a woman, and the chemistry was evident right away. People who passionately love sex, in my opinion, do it better. We're two such people. Chemistry is a weird thing. It swells our bits into a frenzy and makes our hearts soft. It creates first solace and then anxious longing. It's too bitter to have all the time, and sweet enough to make the bitter bearable. I want to be careful with words like chemistry, love, passion. Words are dangerous and subjective and often mis-understood/communicated. Do you think you can love someone for just a night or two? Or is that just the chemistry going to my still-softened heart?
It went down something like this:
1 (heaping) part chemistry
2 parts passionate sexual beings
2 parts mutual respect
1 part open communication
2 parts swollen bits
4 parts sensitive nipple play
1,000 parts kissing
1,000 parts touching
5,000 parts oral copulation
1,000 parts stimulating conversation
1,000,000 parts laughter
OPTIONAL: 1 continental divide
Preheat oven to 0˚ (you'll be making your own heat). Mix all ingredients well, adjusting according to taste. It is very important to NOT substitute the the chemistry for other ingredients. Sprinkle with some charm, wit, dorky nicknames and party favors and ENJOY for 6-18 hours (or more!).
He inspired all of this, and I still can't think of a name to give him. So let's go with... Neffew
Stories and smut from a queer, radical feminist hooker
Monday 11 April 2011
Wednesday 9 February 2011
Paying For It
I got an email today from a guy who saw my dancing video. He said he'd like to spend time with me, get to know me. I responded, informing him that I am an escort, and that he could check out my site and make an appointment. Aside from stating that he expected a different response, he also said "I would never pay someone to be with me". And this got me thinking. Why not? And why the implication that paying for sex/companionship/affection/fantasies is somehow shameful, or for desperate people? It also got me thinking about paying "for it", and under which circumstances I may or may not do that.
Before, and even after, I became an escort, I had a gazillion preconceived notions about the people who "pay for it", the clients. I remember so clearly, meeting my second client ever (well, second client as a real, dedicated pro. Ask me about my Lankan days sometime). There Brown Eyes stood, in the exact outfit he'd described in his email, looking crazy gorgeous and friendly. He looked at me, and he looked as though he was expecting me but, no way that's him... he was so beautiful... he couldn't possibly be waiting for me? To pay? ME?. I quickly assumed he was a cop, and I'm pretty sure I asked him if he was. He was not. At the time I remember flashing back to an episode of The Wire, where McNulty (certainly nothing to sniff at) is sent to bust a brothel, because Sydnor (equally nothing to sniff at) "...doesn't look like he has to pay for it". But what does someone who pays for sex/companionship/affection/fantasies look like? Who do you assume them to be?
That was the best money I ever spent
The man who uttered these words to me, immediately after some amazingly hot sex, is one of the most physically attractive men I've ever met. Not my usual "type". He's quite buff (an obvious polarity next to my ample frame, though I do work out daily) and seems aloof and shy. I picture him in a VIP booth, with other magazine-quality men, surrounded by eager magazine-quality women. By most standards, he's one of the "beautiful people". He's single. Sexy. Hot. Confident. Yet he pays for sex? He pays for sex with a fat girl? What the fucking fuck, Isaac Newton?
Hun, I don't have to pay for it
Realistically, almost no one has to pay for it. If you look hard and long enough, you can likely find someone who will give you what you want/need. Most of my clients don't "have" to pay for it. Most of them, if they were single, and we met under different circumstances, wouldn't have to pay me either. The overwhelming majority of my clients are attractive, under 30, and are really excellent lovers. However, there are some clients who feel that paying for it is prudent and/or practical. These include:
1. Married/Attached folks who don't want to be found out, and find affairs too complicated/painful.
2. People with specific fantasies and fetishes who don't feel comfortable or safe venturing out into the BDSM/kink (amongst others) scenes.
3. LGBTQP folks who want/need their privacy maintained.
4. People who are too busy to hook-up/date/maintain relationships
5. People who really just want sex. Right now.
You must meet a lot of creeps
While I'm on the subject of stereotyping clients, this sort of statement/question comes up often. The answer is no, I don't meet a lot of creeps. I meet a lot of nice, handsome, funny, shy, awkward, honest, horny people. I hate when people judge my clients just because they pay for my time. Just because they pay for pleasure? I especially hate when clients do it, because there are people out there doing the same thing to them! Because really, what do you know about my clients? Does the act of paying for sex make someone icky? Creepy? Pervy? And what does that make me? Ask the men you know. I bet you 7 out of 10, if they're being honest, will have paid for sex at one point. 8 out of 10 if they're being really honest. This is purely anecdotal, but of ALL the (hetero) men in my life, and of all the men that I've ever asked, I can think of only two who've never admittedly "paid for it": Pho ho and my dad (and I'm pretty sure my dad lied when he offered that information). SO chances are those creeps I'm meeting are your husbands, brothers, uncles, dads, teachers, doctors, lawyers, boyfriends, bff's, bankers and personal trainers. Many of them are legally bound to a woman, or a man, maybe you?
Would I? Ever?
I think one day I will hire an escort, just to experience the process. Seems to me that people need a fair amount of confidence and trust to pick up a phone, or go for a ride, make an appointment or deal, and then hand over a wad of cash. I'd be wondering "is this person really into me?" and if they seemed like they genuinely were into me, I would wonder if they were faking it. Many clients doubt the compliments I give them, which leads me to believe that at least some of them ask that question as well. There was one point, years ago, when I wasn't getting any head. It was like there was something wrong with me. I considered hiring someone, having exhausted what seemed like all of my options at the time. If I hadn't met my ex around then, I may have *GASP* paid for it!
And there is absolutely nothing wrong with paying for it, or getting paid for it. Some of my best relationships are with my clients. Pure, simple and refreshingly honest. I provide a fun, accessible service. I leave them happier and less tense. What's shameful or wrong about that?
Before, and even after, I became an escort, I had a gazillion preconceived notions about the people who "pay for it", the clients. I remember so clearly, meeting my second client ever (well, second client as a real, dedicated pro. Ask me about my Lankan days sometime). There Brown Eyes stood, in the exact outfit he'd described in his email, looking crazy gorgeous and friendly. He looked at me, and he looked as though he was expecting me but, no way that's him... he was so beautiful... he couldn't possibly be waiting for me? To pay? ME?. I quickly assumed he was a cop, and I'm pretty sure I asked him if he was. He was not. At the time I remember flashing back to an episode of The Wire, where McNulty (certainly nothing to sniff at) is sent to bust a brothel, because Sydnor (equally nothing to sniff at) "...doesn't look like he has to pay for it". But what does someone who pays for sex/companionship/affection/fantasies look like? Who do you assume them to be?
That was the best money I ever spent
The man who uttered these words to me, immediately after some amazingly hot sex, is one of the most physically attractive men I've ever met. Not my usual "type". He's quite buff (an obvious polarity next to my ample frame, though I do work out daily) and seems aloof and shy. I picture him in a VIP booth, with other magazine-quality men, surrounded by eager magazine-quality women. By most standards, he's one of the "beautiful people". He's single. Sexy. Hot. Confident. Yet he pays for sex? He pays for sex with a fat girl? What the fucking fuck, Isaac Newton?
Hun, I don't have to pay for it
Realistically, almost no one has to pay for it. If you look hard and long enough, you can likely find someone who will give you what you want/need. Most of my clients don't "have" to pay for it. Most of them, if they were single, and we met under different circumstances, wouldn't have to pay me either. The overwhelming majority of my clients are attractive, under 30, and are really excellent lovers. However, there are some clients who feel that paying for it is prudent and/or practical. These include:
1. Married/Attached folks who don't want to be found out, and find affairs too complicated/painful.
2. People with specific fantasies and fetishes who don't feel comfortable or safe venturing out into the BDSM/kink (amongst others) scenes.
3. LGBTQP folks who want/need their privacy maintained.
4. People who are too busy to hook-up/date/maintain relationships
5. People who really just want sex. Right now.
You must meet a lot of creeps
While I'm on the subject of stereotyping clients, this sort of statement/question comes up often. The answer is no, I don't meet a lot of creeps. I meet a lot of nice, handsome, funny, shy, awkward, honest, horny people. I hate when people judge my clients just because they pay for my time. Just because they pay for pleasure? I especially hate when clients do it, because there are people out there doing the same thing to them! Because really, what do you know about my clients? Does the act of paying for sex make someone icky? Creepy? Pervy? And what does that make me? Ask the men you know. I bet you 7 out of 10, if they're being honest, will have paid for sex at one point. 8 out of 10 if they're being really honest. This is purely anecdotal, but of ALL the (hetero) men in my life, and of all the men that I've ever asked, I can think of only two who've never admittedly "paid for it": Pho ho and my dad (and I'm pretty sure my dad lied when he offered that information). SO chances are those creeps I'm meeting are your husbands, brothers, uncles, dads, teachers, doctors, lawyers, boyfriends, bff's, bankers and personal trainers. Many of them are legally bound to a woman, or a man, maybe you?
Would I? Ever?
I think one day I will hire an escort, just to experience the process. Seems to me that people need a fair amount of confidence and trust to pick up a phone, or go for a ride, make an appointment or deal, and then hand over a wad of cash. I'd be wondering "is this person really into me?" and if they seemed like they genuinely were into me, I would wonder if they were faking it. Many clients doubt the compliments I give them, which leads me to believe that at least some of them ask that question as well. There was one point, years ago, when I wasn't getting any head. It was like there was something wrong with me. I considered hiring someone, having exhausted what seemed like all of my options at the time. If I hadn't met my ex around then, I may have *GASP* paid for it!
And there is absolutely nothing wrong with paying for it, or getting paid for it. Some of my best relationships are with my clients. Pure, simple and refreshingly honest. I provide a fun, accessible service. I leave them happier and less tense. What's shameful or wrong about that?
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