Since it is against the rules to post on a single thread using your real name and an alias, and since the thread below about why providers choose this occupation has gotten so long, I am going to post this here.

I wrote this about a year ago when a similar questions was posed, and thought it was worth a re-run...

I had fantasized about escorting for years, although my fantasies never put it in terms quite so delicate and polite as "escorting".  There was something incredibly erotic and enticing about the absolute lack of pretense, the anonymity and freedom of no strings that lured me and drew me in. Not to mention, dare I say, the enticement of feeling like a dirty little sl*t, which can be terribly sexy for such a ‘girl next door’ kind of lady like I am.

But I never had the guts to actually go through with it. I had so many misconceptions about the sex trade, worries about being expected to do things I wasn't willing to do, visions of standing on a seedy street corner, worries about whether I would be attractive enough (I'm far from Playboy material, but pretty darned cute just the same). So, fantasies of being a sex worker remained my favorite masturbation fantasies, but never reality.

Last summer, I learned about a new trend where women were posting ads on this website called CraigsList. I was curious so I checked it out. I was amazed at what I saw! Women were boldly advertising their wares, unabashed and openly. I saw acronyms galore, and although I didn’t know what they all meant, I had some pretty good ideas. The thought was there – this seems so easy! Do I dare?? I debated for days, and then finally decided I just had to take the plunge and see what would happen. So, with my stomach in knots, and my knees shaking, I placed my first ad on CL. (Please no lectures, I’ve learned a lot in a year!)

About thirty minutes later, my phone rang. Do I do incall? I panic. I am not sure which is which. No, I say, I come to you. Are you full service? Aha, that one I know. I hesitate – yes. What are your rates? Now I’m stumped. I’d looked at many ads on CL, but found only one who listed her rates. Silly me, I thought the hot modeling pics on the ad were her (probably weren’t) and since I wasn’t nearly as hot as her, I quoted less than half what she’d listed. I simply BLUSH to think about what my rate was for that first encounter. Suffice to say, it was a mere fraction of what is considered average. Ah well, live and learn.

Perhaps it was my hesitant answers, the nervous throat clearing, or the shaking in my voice that I couldn’t quite hide, but he thanked me and hung up, saying he’d call back when he was certain of his schedule. The afternoon passed, and I got a few more calls, each time trying to sound a little more confident and as if I knew what I was doing. Finally, I hit “paydirt”. He calls me at 11 pm, and tells me he was in town for the night, and had always had a fantasy of a girl sneaking into his hotel room and climbing into bed with him. Could I make that happen? Absolutely I say. He is only a few minutes from me, so I tell him I can be there in an hour. I hang up the phone, and I’m so nervous and excited, I feel light headed. Into the shower I jump, quick shower and shave, throw on some make-up, do something with my hair, then I’m stumped about what to wear. I decide on something not too outrageous, but flattering just the same – I don’t want hotel security escorting me out of the building when I show up in a micro-mini skirt and 6” heels.

Then I’m standing in front of his door, it is propped open just as he said it would be, and my knees are so weak, I am afraid I’ll fall down, I can’t catch my breath, and I’m shaking. What if it’s a set up? What if he’s violent? I must be insane!!! But I can’t not do this. I was torn between passing out from fear, and cumming right there on the spot. There is no way I am walking away from this!

I go in and the room is dark, but I find my way to the bed. He was lying on his back and I started caressing his chest, not sure if he awake or asleep. I moved my hands lower and began to stroke him, and that got his attention. He whispered a sleepy sounding “hello” and that was all that we said for the next 20 minutes or so. I took him in my mouth completely soft, (absolutely love that) and felt him get hard. I hadn’t even undressed yet but I could feel I’d soaked my panties through. I agonized over whether I should make the next move, or let him tell me what he wanted, and when he simply laid there I finally decided to move onto other activities. I stopped and got undressed and he began touching me while I put the raincoat on – terribly ineptly I might add! He still didn’t make any move to take control, so I climbed on top (smile!) In all my life, not once had I ever O’d from CG, I always felt too self conscious and awkward. But that night, I rode through one after the other. It was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. Normally quiet when I orgasm, that night I tried my best to contain myself, but simply couldn’t. I’m sure the hotel guests on the other side of the wall must have been thinking “lucky bastard” when we finished, and if it was a woman over there, she was surely thinking “she’s got to be faking it”.

Unknown to me, I gave quite the GFE session that evening, simply because I had no idea if I was supposed to leave or not! He mentioned having a headache though, so I promptly suggested a backrub, which he happily accepted. I massaged him for a while, and when I felt him starting to drift off, I finally got up, dressed, and left – being sure to gather up the money as I left.

The next day, I waited for feelings of guilt, horror, and shame to assault me at what I had done, but instead the next day, all I could think of was “Oh my God, I just found something better than any drug known to man!!!!”. So that was my first experience.

Now, before the naysayers lecture me about how stupidly reckless I was, let me just say that what I lack in common sense and caution, I more than make up for in being a fast learner. It was only a matter of days before I discovered TER and other sites like it where I learned about all the acronyms, learned about screening and safety, discovered the tools I needed to build my own website, etc. Its been a year since that first encounter, and while the need for screening and all the other tedious details has taken some of the mystique out of my new avocation, looking back I can only say I have one deep regret, and that is that I waited so long to find the avocation that I absolutely love. I will never repeat my reckless first encounter, but I will forever hold onto it as the ultimate fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy – and the perfect introduction to a ‘career’ that I absolutely love. I am living my dream!