I will include mine as an attachment to this thread later today. Just thought it would be interesting to see what others or like. Were you nervous? Were you scared? Were you surprised? Please include any details such as age where you found the person or how you got into it.

Nervous:  Yes

Scared:  Very

Surprised:  The provider's hairstyle did not match her images.

Month and Year:  May 2007

Advertisements:  Eros

Opening:  Concert Attendance - I decided to enhance my planned time-off with a session.

Benefit:  She was a highly reviewed provider that saw new hobbyists. I will always be appreciative of her willingness to see me without any available provider references.

Dateline:  Sometime in 2009 or 2010.

I'd been a longtime lurker and someone had a cancellation and was running a special so I decided to take the plunge.

Nervous:  Hell Yes.  I still have those nerves before a meeting.

Surprised:  Surprised how easy it was.

and it was with HH/VM, who was wonderful--i was anxious and nervous and wondering what the fuck was going to happen, and as always, she was so natural and easy to connect with that i soon relaxed and could enjoy the bliss of the next hour, and many more hours in the years following.  perfect?  no.  human?  yes--in the best ways for what i was there for!

summer 76
new mexico
little drunk little high little nevous
sweet mexican lady called me toad freinds got kick out of that

In a galaxy pretty close by....

My first experience as a hobbyist was just this past June and it was something I thought I'd never do.  I was a somewhat regular customer of a gentlemen's club in the area and had come to prefer the company of one particular girl who I really liked.  During one private dance I was so out of my mind turned on I completely surprised myself by asking, "will you fuck me?"  I was even more surprised when she smiled and said yes.  

We set up particulars, but it was going to be almost a month later because of my busy schedule.  That was a month of swinging from eager anticipation to thinking that I would call it off and not go through with it.  When the fateful evening arrived I was seriously nervous and had a stiff drink to try to calm down.  She ended up being almost an hour late, so 1 stiff drink turned into 3... or maybe 4.  So unfortunately, I was pretty buzzed for the event.  But once we got into it, my nervousness went away and I remembered once again how much I freaking love sex.  Intense, surreal, amazing.

That evening was a gateway drug for me.  I see someone different now, and I really, really enjoy this hobby.  Hard to imagine life with out it

I was a sophomore at a public university in southeastern Ohio in 1967 approaching my 20th birthday. A bunch of us, including the RA on our dorm floor section, had been downtown drinking (3.2 beer only for those of us under 21) on a Friday night in November. Back at the dorm, the RA, whom I will call Walt (because that was his name) asked, “Who wants to go to Gracie’s?”  Now Gracie’s was a legendary brothel in Parkersburg, WV. When I say legendary, I mean that everyone talked about it but nobody I knew had actually been there. I volunteered and we headed out in Walt’s car with vague directions about where it was supposed to be.

We stopped at the State Store, the only place to buy liquor in Ohio, and Walt went in and bought a bottle of Southern Comfort. Off we went to WV fortified by an occasional shot of sickenly sweet booze. We got to Parkersburg and drove around looking in vain for Gracie’s. We decided we needed to ask for directions. You can’t ask just anybody for directions to a whorehouse. This was complicated by the fact that there were no public taverns in Parkersburg. Alcohol could only be served in private clubs. We found a place that was associated with some labor union, walked down the stairs to the basement entrance and knocked on the door. A guy opened the peep hole and asked if we were in the union. I said, truthfully, that I had worked at a steel mill the summer before and he opened the door. Walt, always the bold one, said that really all we wanted were directions to Gracie’s. The guy looked at us and said, “Go to the light, turn left…blah, blah, blah.” Like he did this every day, which he probably did.

We followed his directions and pulled up in front of an old house that just had to be the place. Walt needed one more shot to bolster his courage and promptly spilled it on his crotch. So we had to walk up and down the street until his pants dried enough to not have an obvious stain. We walked around to the back of the house, as instructed, and through the fence gate to the back porch illuminated by, of course, a red light. We knocked. The door was answered by a lady, about as old then as I am now, in a red negligee.  

 “Where you boys from?”

“____ University”

“Got your student ID’s?”

We did and, thus, got the student discount. $10 dollars, full service. We were led into the living room and introduced to three ladies. We stood there like morons with no clue what to do next. Finally, one of them told us to pick a lady. I did and was taken into a bedroom for my first hobby experience. Yes, it was a different world then

Jillian set me free!

AAH, the good old days of brick and morter, no phones, no refs, walk right in, pick one out,
baby let it all hang out. My first experience was about 1980 Native Am hitchhiker at 4am
off of Lake St. Front seat of car, $10, BBFS,  loved it. I was 18 and buzzed.

It's been a while for me.  Lee Lenore's, on Snelling.  Got a handy, but only after I passed the 'cop check', which involved my tongue grazing her nether lips.

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I was in my early twenties and a bunch of us rode our bikes out to sturges for bikeweek. one day 3 of us decided to go into deadwood and have some beers at the old #10 saloon. we heard about a cathouse with a green door . so we walked up and down main street looking for a green door. finally we spotted some wooden steps on the side of a building that went up to a green door on the second floor. the madam ushered us into a parlor room, offered us drinks and chatted us up for for a bit. finally we were shown a lineup of 7 or 8 gals . I picked one with the most beautiful eyes, my two buddies opted for the biggest tits, of course. I was pretty nervous at first, she nad a sexy, sweet southern drawl that put me at ease quickly. we all had a memorial experiances. it really capped off a great week!

I went in there once, probably Summer of 1996.  I did not care for the provider they brought out so I checked out some other options and ended up at East Lake Health Club and saw a 20 year old brunette named Michelle.  Was a great time!  Wish I knew what happened to her and the other ladies who worked there.

I had experienced HJs and BJs at MPs but never a full service escort. I was determined to have a true escort experience and I selected a lovely latina with an agency. I had a few false starts while working up the courage to make the phone call. I talked myself into it by asking, "are you a man, or not?" Finally made the call, gave the agency my name and hotel info and met the lady later that evening. She even offered to bring in her escort friend who was waiting in the car. I was nervous but she knew how to soothe a newbie. My first encounter with a shaved pussy...life changing experience. Some oral and then on to mish where I lost it in minutes. Still had about 20 minutes left of the session but I was happy; I had achieved my goal so I told her she could leave early.

She went by Elizabeth and I'd been enjoying her company in the club when she mentioned her shift was about to end.  I was really nervous so all I managed was to ask her if she wanted to get a drink.  At the bar, she made it clear more was available so the deal was made and we went back to her place.

I went to Florida and visited a strip club.  I had enjoyed several lap dances when one of the girls mentioned a room was available for a private dance.  I asked her for a private dance and she asked what I wanted to do there.  I was a bit surprised by this and only told her I wanted a dance.  But during the dance I asked what more we could do in there.  She told me "Well for $ I can get you some head.  Do you want some of that?"  Needless to say I accepted her offer, and been playing ever since.

was on the road through cities often. visited the massage parlors when time
allowed. "5 star meat market" my name for place and my favorite off nicollet
and frontage road. bbbj and covered fs plus massage for one ben franklin

I remember frequenting Lee Lenore's in the early 80's.  It wasn't my first experience, but I have many good memories from there.  Dorothy was one of my favorites. I also would see her at a site on Milton and Minnehaha.

I went to a "job interview" for nude massage; was told to dress nice (lol i thought to myself I always dress nice for an interview).  I show up and am taken into a private room and asked to get undressed. Was told if I can't get nude at that moment then how will they know I can get nude in front of customers so I undressed. I then filled out paperwork and waited for the rest of the interview. Little did I know the rest of the interview was with a new client...

I walk in ... Nervous, scared, excited. Luckily for me he was new to it as well and was shaking more than I was. I went to the restroom to freshen up and take off my boots and dress.  I realize I didn't have any massage oil so I grabbed the lotion there.  Took several deep breaths and told myself I can do this. Walked out shaking even more ... Told the guy straight up that I was new and this was my first appt. He was sweet and easy ... After we laid there chatting, much more relaxed at this point.  

I got the job ... But this was an agency not what I thought I was getting into ... And learned all the wrong ways of this business which made me uncomfortable ... Couple months later I went Indy and the rest ... Well you know.

What I learned from this is to just be myself and the rest will fall in place.

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To be honest, this kind of reads like one of those 'casting couch' porn scams (obviously it wasn't, since you got the job, but it does read like one!)

there was another one south of 62, like 66th and Lyndale maybe? 24 Karat? My first was on 65 north of 694, sa ads in Strib classifieds, coming through about 1 in the morning stopped to check it out, tall black gal with big tits trased and hinted till finally got to a "local" massage which is a sophisticated way to describe a HJ

Haha ... True ... And it was definitely creepy enough

I got the job but it wasn't good to work for the agency ... Learned the basics and ran like hell lol

looked for a place in Bogart, Ga while in Athens for business in April 2012. Found a place not too different from some place here. She was a chubby Korean and was pissed I wanted FS for only $120. It's all I had left. She agreed and got naked, bbbj, cbj, FS with HJ finish. I cannot ever finish in a cover. She got pissed and told me to cum after awhile. Then the HJ was not even a hand. It was fingers over the frenulum for a minute and I blew. She immediately disappeared and the really old Korean women with gold capped teeth came in and lead me out. The provider was just leading some old, fat wrinkly bastard into the table shower area as I walked past.    
   
 I went for a walk and became so overcome with emotion that I contemplated suicide or grabbing the next plane home. I no longer think twice and actually allocate time during my week to fit sessions in. It has become like going to the barber or grocery store for me now. I had an affair a few years before, but for some reason the whole p2p experience was very upsetting

My dad got me a donkey show for my BM.  He fucked the girl and I got the donkey (my first review and the donkey got a 7) . Greatest Bar Mtizvah ever.

Almost 15 years ago, I stumbled across a banner ad for TER and ended up here.  After some research and trepidation, I reached out to N, who was later known more widely as Tiger St. Clair.  I have told this part of the story a few times here on the forum...

I went to her place expecting it to be a little awkward, a little mechanical, mostly business...  She met me at the door in jeans, a white oxford shirt, and big thick heather wool socks.  Not a word was said, not even hello...  knowing I was new and apprehensive, she just opened her arms and invited me into her personal space...  We embraced, then went to easily 15 minutes of soft, breathy kisses still standing just inside the door.  Turned out to be a couple of hours of endless kissing, cuddling, entangled limbs, roaming hands...  When I left I was just in a daze, couldn't really remember exactly where I parked, and when I got to my car I just sat there for a while.  I was totally unprepared for how sensual, warm, genuine, connected the whole thing was going to be.

My story started a few years ago...  

I was looking and applying for jobs on Craigslist when I stumbled across a professional job posting. I emailed my cover letter and resume to the address listed. I got a phone call the next day. We set up the interview at a coffee shop. I was fortunate enough to not have to go through an intimate interview process. I was asked a bunch of questions, filled out paperwork and was hired on the spot. He asked me to follow him to the “office”. I did but was very nervous.  

We arrived at the location. I was shown a few things on the computer, met a couple of girls and I was trained on how to answer the phones. I was told to "screen customers" for the “Dancers”. (The so called screening was terrible!) I was tipped based off of what the lady made and the call I booked. I worked 12 hour shifts answering phones for about a week. I thought I was making excellent money, at that time.  

I learned the ropes, their way, first and then was "allowed" to go on calls with another woman for awhile, as her “friend”. After a couple weeks and a lot of long shifts, I was "promoted" to a “Dancer”/“Call-girl”. This allowed me to go on solo calls with my driver. This is when I realized I can make a lot of money but it would be doing a dangerous job. It took me a few terrified, embarrassing, and clueless “Dances” to get the hang of what was pulling off and learning the unfortunate up-sell hustle. If I didn't up-sell - I didn't get paid! I abhorred the up-selling! (For me, it ruined the experience - every single time!)  

I too learned all the wrong ways of this business.  
At the time - I was naive, scared and made a LOT of terrible mistakes. I got hustled by customers and by the agency a couple times too many. Learned a few hard lessons. It never happened again. I met a few BSC escorts and a couple decent ones during this crazy adventurous journey. I did learn a few things from the decent ladies. We had a bit of fun when our driver wasn't around and pulled some shenanigans.

Ultimately, I knew something wasn't "quite right" about this person nor the agency. It started getting pretty creepy in a quick hurry. Grooming type mind games were being played very well and I knew I needed to get out ASAP before something happened! I had to do it cautiously, slowly and somehow without raising any red flags. So I stayed and fought through that overwhelmingly bad gut feeling...
Thankfully I did!  

Fortunately enough for me, here's where things turned around for the better...

About 3 months into working for the agency and wanting to make an escape plan, I went to work anyway. It was about 4pm. Finally the phone rings about 8pm, I answered it. Screened the customer and took a "call" that I really wasn't so sure about. My driver walked me up to the door of this beautiful condo, introduced us, took the Dance Dollars and reminded me I only had 45mins for my “Dance”. THIS GENTLEMAN TURNED OUT TO BE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!

Our time together was up. I gave him my number and we talked for quite awhile the next day. We arranged a few dates and developed an almost instant lifelong friendship! As a friend and many hours of discussions later, he taught me how he thought things should be done, from a Gent's perspective. I did a lot of research on what he told me. We wrote out a business and marketing plan over a few week period. I almost chickened out but with his positive encouragement and kind words I went 100% INDY!  

I'm happy to report we're still amazing friends! We've even worked on professional projects together and shared a lot of stories! I'm not sure where I'd be if we hadn't met that night. He has forever changed my life for the better!

With that said, I would like to take a minute to point out something very important which, IMPO, has helped me become the person and Provider I am today...  
I've been fortunate enough to have met A LOT OF AMAZING PEOPLE (Providers AND Gentlemen) through out the past few years!  

To those of you (you know who you are) who've been so amazing, inspiring, always helpful, taught me so much and continue to teach me new things all the time - Your friendships mean the world to me! The help and support you've all given me along this journey has been nothing short of SPECTACULAR! You really know how to empower women! I never thought for one minute when I first started in this industry that genuine connections and real friendships could (and would) become a reality! Wow, I was wrong!!!  
It astounds me that so many positive things can come from something that's seen as incredibly taboo to the outside world! YOU'VE CHANGED MY LIFE FOR THE BETTER, OPENED MY MIND & TAUGHT ME SO MUCH!!! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!  

I CAN'T TELL YOU ALL HOW MUCH I GENUINELY LOVE BEING AN INDEPENDENT PROVIDER!  
Thanks again for making such a positive impact on my life!

Thank you for taking the time to read my story and allowing me to show my gratitude!

I look forward to seeing my friends and possibly meeting some new fabulous friends this year!

Stay Safe!

 
May all your hopes and dreams come true! CHEERS TO A FABULOUS 2014!  

 

Peace, Love & Happiness,  
Whitney Cohen

I wrote a lengthy post already about my start in the hobby. I'm sure it's searchable for those that want the long version.

Short version: I was 24. A typical horny guy always looking for action & was still seeing an ex sometimes as a friend with benefits but was looking for something new.  

1st brush- Oct '01-random Escort who came onto me during a Yahoo chat IM. I was on there hustling for civvie dates at the time. I didn't have the cash so it was a no go but it stayed with me since the convenience of the whole thing began to trump the stigma escorts had in my mind.

Did my research, found TER.

1st Experience: late December of '01 my brother ended up setting me up with a UTR girl he knew. It was in a cheap motel and it was freezing. I was nervous as hell.  Extra awkward. After a while we climbed in bed, she removed her top and let me play with her tits. I was too nervous and cold to get into sex but she put a cover on me and gave me a CBJ. Once done, I told her to stop and we chatted and dressed til her ride came back.  

1st Experience setting up appt on my own: Jan '02, A girl named "Sonja"- Upsell, Bait and switch, cash and dash. Lesson learned. My review I think is still up for more details.

1st FS Experience (The one I usually think of as my true 'first'): Feb '02, A girl named Stefanie on ThatMall reviewed on here. I sorta got most of my nerves out through the previous two experiences. So not nervous. Happily surprised though!  She came to my place on a weeknight. She was very pretty. College brunette GND type- total fantasy babe for me. She was sweet, chatted for a while, then we went to my bedroom, she got topless and gave me a nice massage that turned to light foreplay. Clothes came off, cover came on and we went at it hard and intense. Very hot. Exactly what I wanted and was looking for. Set the bar for a long time to come and it's been mostly smooth sailing ever since