escort diary® of Kiara: Why Did I choose to be an Escort?
How It Started
Three years ago, I wasn’t an escort.
I wasn’t even someone who had ever imagined becoming one.
I was just a girl who had made a very expensive mistake.
I trusted my boyfriend as i wanted us to have a future together .
At the time, I had borrowed a large amount of money from my mother to help my boyfriend start up some business . The idea was to invest it and make something of myself. Instead, I trusted the wrong person with that money.
My boyfriend gambled it away.
The relationship could end.
The money didn’t.
I was left with the reality that the money belonged to my mother who had already gone through divorced, anxiety and betrayal , and somehow I had to give it back.
I remember sitting with my phone and searching the internet for ways to make money.
Not pocket money.
Not an extra few hundred dollars every week.
I needed the kind of money that could actually make a difference to a debt that felt impossible.
Every normal option I found had the same problem.
Time.
Work a regular job 18 hours a day. Save slowly. Pay it back over years.
But I didn’t feel like I had years.
Then I came across something else.
Escort work.
I kept looking at it.
The amounts of money being advertised didn’t look real to me at first. What someone could earn in a few hours was more than I could make from days of ordinary work.
I didn’t suddenly think, Yes, this is what I want to do.
I thought:
Could I actually do this?
Then came another thought.
What other choice do I have?
That question changed my life.
I started researching.
How does it work?
Where do you advertise?
What happens when someone contacts you?
How much do people charge?
Is it legal?
Is it safe?
And then there were the questions Google couldn’t answer.
What happens when the door closes?
How do you stand in front of a stranger and pretend you’re not terrified?
How do you separate your body from your mind?
How do you go home afterwards and behave as though nothing happened?
I didn’t know any of those answers.
All I knew was that I owed money.
And I wanted to fix the mess I was in.
So I made a decision.
I told myself it would only be temporary.
I would make the money.
I would repay my mother.
Then I would stop.
Simple.
At least, that’s what I believed three years ago.
I had absolutely no idea where that first decision was going to take me.
This is the part of my life almost nobody knows.
The clients.
The money.
The fear.
The strange conversations behind closed doors.
The people I met.
The things I learned about men.
The things I learned about myself.
The nights I wanted to stop.
The times I did stop.
And the circumstances that kept pulling me back.
Some memories are funny now.
Some are still difficult to write about.
And some changed the direction of my life completely.
I’m not writing this diary to tell anyone that escorting is good or bad.
I’m writing it because it happened.
This is my story.
And it started with a debt, a betrayal, a Google search—
and a decision I thought would only be temporary.
