The Big "O"

 

Sometimes I will meet a new client, and he only has to give me a quick hug or touch my arm, and I think, "Wow--IT may happen tonight!!!"

By "IT," of course I mean that I sense such a powerful chemistry that I am almost certain I will be able to orgasm with this man.

I have often thought to myself--and even mentioned to several clients--that I wish I could "bottle" that intangible, ineffable, almost indescribable quality we call "chemistry" between two people, because I think I would become a billionairess if I did!

Being the New Age Escort, of course I have a metaphysical explanation for this phenomenon:  The energy fields, or "auras," of the two individuals who enjoy the great chemistry between them must have some kind of "magnetic resonance."  One can also look to astrology for compatibilities between the signs, planets, and elements in the two charts.  One could also speculate on a powerful "karmic link" between these chemically-attuned folks.

I would say that I am affectionate, sensual, and passionate, in that order (and that IS the usual order of my emotion and enthusiasm as I build to orgasm).  But if the guy and I clearly have that "great chemistry" from the first moment, then often an urgency builds within me from the very beginning, and I start to anticipate--and even rush to--my own climax.

If there is one thing a woman cannot fake--or hide--it is copious vaginal lubrication!!!  It definitely varies a bit with the night and my mood, but there are several clients whom I have seen multiple times wherein "the little spring" between my legs starts bubbling away right from the get-go, and I always end up having an orgasm with these gentlemen.  These clients/lovers get the designation of "Yum-mee!!!," which is my highest rating.

"Chemistry"--that wonderful, erotic, passionate, (and, yes, rare) quality of physical (and sometimes even emotional) attraction and connection between myself and a man is certainly desirable in a client in this line of work, and is almost always a surprise.  I would say it occurs maybe 10% of the time, if even that often.  It has nothing to do with the man's age, physical attractiveness, ethnicity, or even his personality, but certainly I will feel it (and enjoy it!) much more with a guy who is open to me and comfortable with his sexuality.

I had this kind of voracious attraction (and certainly there was infatuation, as well) with my first real boyfriend/lover in high school.  I always thought that it was necessary for me to be very deeply emotionally involved to feel this kind of intensely passionate desire for a sex partner, but I have found that this is not the case for me, at least not anymore.  How gratifying to discover that I can allow myself to surrender completely to my powerful libido and enjoy this kind of intense encounter with a complete stranger, whom I will very likely never see again--??  And most of my clients seem to really appreciate the fact that I am being truly authentic--as well as "getting off"--with them!

I have written in a previous entry about how this work leads to a sort of "instant intimacy," in that it affords some sense of freedom that a normal dating experience (or even a one-night stand) does not.  It is very often the case that I will see a particular client only once.  There is certainly no pressure on my part to continue after that initial encounter, and I think a lot of men can relax more easily with me than with a woman who may "want to get more involved."  I DO NOT want to get more involved, in general, although a number of clients have become real friends and have stayed in touch with me over the years.  If the client is not a "Nervous Newbie" (or paranoid for some other reason), the immediacy and the highly limited nature of the liaison may allow him to let down his guard and revel in his own sexuality--perhaps for the first time in his life.

And that "spark" of great chemistry between myself and a client can certainly aid in this process.  That's why I once referred to this work as "Erotic Go-Fish":  I never know just what I'm going to find on the other side of the door when the client opens it to welcome me in, but sometimes it's really good (and H-O-T!!!)   ;)

Whoring at the Super-8

 

There was just something about this one particular client, at this one particular motel, which made me feel sooo deliciously wonderful about being a prostitute.  I saw him only two or three times at the same location, but the effect on my mood and attitude was always the same:  "This is what it's A-L-L about!!!"

I'm not exactly sure why he--and the local Super-8 Motel--put me in this great frame of mind regarding my career choice.  In the past 7 1/2 years of engaging in this work, it has certainly not always been the case that I felt this way.

My feelings about this highly controversial way of making a living have run the full gamut, from absolute shock and disbelief (in the beginning, and still at times even now) that I would ever consider having sex for money with total strangers, to utter dread of getting arrested or "outed" to the public, to the other extreme of feeling "so lucky" that I get to make such great money in such an (often) enjoyable way.  Talk about MIXED EMOTIONS!!!

One of the most frustrating and even depressing aspect of this work--especially regarding its positive, "fun" side--is that I cannot share my good times with everyone I know.  Most of my friends and associates are fairly open-minded and progressive, and many would understand and even find the fact of my "whoring" rather humorous, after knowing me for so long in other contexts.  People mainly see me as down-to-earth, intelligent, responsible, compassionate, a good friend, etc.  My rather exotic career would not necessarily contradict any of those attributes; in many ways, it's the fact that my personality harmonizes so well with being a high-end escort which has led to my success in this field.  But I never know how someone might react to my "disclosure," so I chose my confidants and confessors rather carefully.

As I have written previously, a number of my close friends know about my "secret career," and in general I have made good choices about whom to tell and whom not to tell.  The thing is, attitudes about prostitution run the full spectrum from acceptance to abhorrence, much as my moods have ranged and swung over the years regarding this work.  Some people (especially women) may seem to have very "modern" viewpoints about many aspects of sexuality, but when you throw in the "getting paid for it" element, there could be a hidden Puritanical streak or other bias within them which might cause them to strongly reject me or even turn against me.  So I have to be very careful.

There have been times, such as with "Mr. Super-8," when I became extremely aroused just thinking about hooking up with a client.  These instances seem to be those in which I suspended my OWN personal Puritanical streak, tenuous as it may be (I believe that as Americans, we all have a bit of one, due to upbringing and cultural influences.)  In his case, he was a bit younger than me, very attractive, and the first time I walked into the rather seedy motel room, there was an empty 6-pack of beer in the trash.  This is not particularly typical:  most of my clients are older than I am, and most are not rather buzzed when I arrive.  But he was a good guy, and treated me well, and we had a lot of fun together.  As often occurs after I have a positive meeting with a client, I walked out of the motel room and down the stairs just feeling very "high on life."  The several encounters I had with him made me feel exceptionally so:  I'm guessing that all of the elements must have been present which fit my stereotype of what "good whoring" is all about.  Ha!

I remember having a sort of "waking dream" (a precognition, perhaps??) when I was a youngster just learning about prostitution.  An older relative let me read Playboys and Penthouses, and it was on those pages that I gained some of my early sex education, however skewed in tone it may have been.  I never, ever seriously considered this line of work until I actually jumped into it just over seven years ago, but I do recall visualizing or imagining a well-paid, stylishly dressed escort confidently walking away from a high-rise building in some unknown city.  She seemed happy.  I don't know that I felt it was "me" at the time in my adolescent imagination, but I'm pretty sure now that it was a sort of prophetic vision:  There is a high-rise hotel in a nearby city which I visit once in awhile, and I did indeed once look up at the structure after having a successful session with a client, and recalled my image of the call girl from my childhood.  My mood was exactly the same as the woman's in my vision.  "Yes, that was me, after all," I concluded.