How did I get here?
I've only been in the industry for a while, and its only part time for me but I often get asked what got me into it. Here goes: I was coming out of a long-term relationship where mismatched sex drives meant that sex was happening at best every few months. I thought I was ok with that but in hindsight what on earth was I thinking?! Anyway, I was seeing a great guy casually and after a month of remembering what great sex could be he said he wanted me to meet someone. Someone who had changed his life. Would I be interested in a threesome?
Well, I had experienced one drunken threesome before and I love girls almost as much as I love men so my interest was piqued. Then out came something completely unexpected - the woman he wanted me to meet was a sex worker. A very highly paid tantric goddess. He thought we might have a lot in common.
....Excuse me? Did you just ask if I wanted a threesome with a ....prostitute?
My mind filled with all of the presumptions that I had grown up with. About why I thought women did sex work and what I thought I knew about the guys that paid them. My first instinct was to kick this guy to the curb, administer a big dose of brain bleach and move on. But something got me curious. He gave me her website address and said "Just think about it..."
A few days later I couldn't resist. I typed the web address into my laptop. Read every page of her site, every word. Damn she looked sexy but even better, she sounded sexy. Sexy in a smart sense. In a start with my mind and fuck me from there kind of sexy. Better than that, she sounded human. Like she meant what she said. Maybe she was a marketing genius but she sounded genuine and real. And Christ did I mention the sexy part?
So I emailed her. She emailed back. I gave up all judgement on my lovely male companion for seeing a SW. He looked like a kid in a candy store when I said that not only could we have a threesome but I was going to f**k the hell out of them both. Eyes just about popped out of his head.
Fast forward to 'date night' and I am nervous as all hell. He is spending more money on this than I spent on my first car. A LOT more. We are about to see a person who f**ks people for money. I haven't been with a woman for ages. What if I've forgotten what to do? How do I make sure my friend enjoys himself (as IF I had to worry about that LOL). I was shaking like a leaf as we knocked on her hotel door. Fumbling words as he gave her a 'nice to see you again' kiss. Then he leaves to have a shower and I feel like I'm swimming in an ocean out of my depth.
Then she looks at me. Really looks at me. Leans over. Kisses me. By the time my friend was out of the shower the only nerves I had were the ones that were electrified all over my body. Now I don't believe in the full 'kiss and tell' and sure we are all human, so there were a few cases of bumping noses and laughing at the odd moments but lets just say that three hours went by in blissful state. And as I was savouring our last few minutes in bed at the end of the booking she said to me:
"You know what? - I think you should do what I do for a living..."
So here I am. Still swimming out of my depth on a blissful, exciting, sometimes choppy ocean on my way to explore new destinations. And loving it so far.