From my beginnings to today

I always liked sex.

At the beginning of Tinder my sister told me : this app is made for you ! No fuss, geolocation of sex plans around, foot ! So I activated this app by periods of my life, in several cities where I have lived. Meet nice people, other times I didn't sleep with the guy, and then once I slept with a guy, wild fucking all night then in the morning, nothing. Not a word, not one “Oh thank you, it was cool”, no coffee or croissant, the tartine, no kiss. I was facing a complete stranger to whom I had just offered my privacy. Why would it be up to him to say or do that? Because I slept at his house, hospitality issue. Principle of shit I know, me who hates principles. And then we generally have the power on this app or in reality to choose the guys with whom we sleep. They accept all profiles because they are in dog and we choose. So a way to thank me for choosing it would have been welcome! Suddenly leaving his apartment in the morning, I stop to buy a croissant and drink a tea, realize that I don't have enough cash to pay and I think to myself, damn I would have been a whore I would have a few hundred euros in my pocket I wouldn't be in this situation. I would feel more “honored”…

Then life took its course, this idea always trotting in a corner of my head…I chained toxic relationships with guys most of the time already in a relationship.

Few years later, I was brought to do an internship as a receptionist in London. I once heard an advertisement on the radio for an adult arrangement site.. It's about finding a sugar daddy who pays you monthly in exchange for support and services., mostly sexual. I registered on one of these sites but it did not suit me. I did not see how to set limits on the number and duration of intercourse, I didn't want to be in the service of a rich old man, the pay did not suit me, there were only stingy old men looking to fuck young girls at will for a seedy envelope. I was chatting online with disrespectful guys, mostly fantasists, it didn't suit me. It was abuse for me. Apparently many students use these sites to make ends meet or pay for their studies.. So they took advantage of their financial distress.

Then I searched a bit more about escort services. I discovered Here I found what I was looking for. A site where you create your profile, where you can put paid or unpaid photos and videos. Good enough hassle to be a verified member, You must provide a copy of ID, take a photo with an English newspaper of the day and in front of a street sign to prove your presence in the UK. But suddenly follows a certain reliability of escort profiles. I would really like a similar site in France. Because the best is that like on Blablacar, customers leave comments about us after booking and vice versa. So I had zero comments when Peter contacted me, he had 121. There were comments about him that he was a real gentleman, own, nice, respectful. Go on ! See you at Rio's, a libertine spa in the heart of London with an outdoor space where you can sunbathe naked without vis-à-vis ! I found it amazing. We can bring our own drinks, topless waitresses take it upon themselves to keep them cool, they also serve free English tea, This is England ! Jacuzzi, hammam then here we are in a small room with two washable mattresses and a big red emergency button on the wall. He explains to me that if we press there the boss arrives in the minute. That he has already seen the boss leave from behind the bar in an emergency following a call of this kind and that it is very serious. So he put me at ease, reassured. We start foreplay then fuck then voila. It was done. My first customer. I remember that during the act I said to myself, that's it it's happening, i get paid to fuck. And it's cool plus he's good with his tongue. No worse than some I've fucked for free !

So I worked a little in England, my number of coms has increased, I was no longer a beginner. Everything happened naturally. I then returned to France and went back two or three times a year to complete my RSA. Then I learned about French law. I don't know why I thought prostitution was forbidden in my native country. what a baby. The purchase of sexual services is penalized but we can exercise ! Paradox. Absurdity. I did not try to understand and I posted an ad only on the go. I still hesitated because I live in a city of 15000 inhabitants and j”was scared of the fucking stigma. Then I discovered STRASS after a year and meetings with many other colleagues followed.. I am no longer isolated, I feel stronger, I'm no longer afraid that everyone knows. I'm even proud. proud to be a whore.

I see several dimensions in my job : social, psy, marginal, original, vaginal and sometimes anal. I was brought to bugger a client with a strap-on. I don't think it would have happened to me without doing this job.! 'Cause we're not just empty balls. We are fulfillers of fantasies. There are twists and turns in the human soul that only whores, shrinks , doctors are brought to know. This is the observation that we established one day with my general practitioner who has been following me for years.. The principle of medical secrecy being, people give themselves up to her when she is supposed to be there just to heal them. We are a confidential stamp. Some really need to exteriorize their most common fantasies ; like wanting to make love with two women to fantasies that squarely question their virility ; like getting caught, to be infantilized, feminized, humiliated by a woman. All this led me to ask myself a lot of questions about gender and sexism in our society.. They must be strong and we neither whores nor submissives.

There are also those who only fantasize, never take action. The fantasists, perfect waste of time, they ask ten thousand questions about our practices without ever making an appointment…even they make an appointment and pose a rabbit. These men are for me much worse than all the clients I have had in terms of lack of respect. why do they do this? Sadism or cowardice my heart swings…

Then it sometimes happens that I come across a client who fucks me the way I like, with whom we have interesting discussions, who listens to me as much as I listen to him, that we really get along very well ! Like yesterday. O. booked a room, ordered sushi, bought my favorite drink and made an appointment for an hour and a half. I stayed much longer and I asked him to fuck me again it was so good. Him as a couple, asked me for discretion regarding our interview. Of course once again the current goes really well with a guy in couple. The story of my love life in one sentence. Endless beginning. Even outside of work, before i start, these situations repeat themselves over and over again. This is super boring because I want to write him a message, tell him it was cool, that I want to see it again...but no. hold back, let's stay pro.

So good clients are great, but with them it's very frustrating to have to finish the appointment.. I'm thinking that sometimes I prefer ugly customers who stink of the mouth and that way I don't suffer from having to leave them. sad paradox. I love everything and its opposite.

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