I love being a provider because of the wonderful people I have met. I have learned so much about myself, men and about life because of all of you!
Thank you!
(The sex isn't too bad either!) 
-- Modified on 4/25/2012 7:19:26 PM
....the emotional connections, such as they are, faux or otherwise. I love the little escape for a time from this vale of tears (aka as "life"). Before I discovered the hobby, the best I could do was a shampoo from my hair stylist, and a few minutes of tactile ecstasy. So, the skin-to-skin connections--most often, for me, via mutual massage--make life just a little bit easier. Thanks to those I've seen...and to all who make this possible!
Nice post, Khloe!
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An hour with a provider is an hour away from everything else in the rest of my life.
It is deliberately a fantasy. I love the fact that I don't know who the lady really is. then I don't have to be who I am.
With a carefully chosen time and place, and proper precautions, the entire experience has total deniability.
The boundaries that are imposed on the experience -- the anonymity, the exchange of money, the knowledge that in an hour it will be over -- constrain and exclude the ordinary and the outside world, and make possible an experience of intimacy that rarely takes place "out there."
And, the people who engage in this type of experience regularly are exceptional people for the most part.
Well said -- the intimacy I have with my clients is always an eye-opening experience for me. In a lot of ways I don't think these invaluable experiences could happen in a "normal" relationship. The dichotomy between intimacy and eroticism doesn't always exist in real life. Which is unfortunate, as I personally see them as imperative to the architecture of human sexually. In the relationship between myself and some of my clients, I see these two things merge and interact successfully all of the time.
I think I am saying much the same as others here: I enjoy the escape from day to day life. Yes, much like that haircut experience! Those moments that become just about you, me, us. Shutting out the rest of the world. I actually wrote a poem about it long ago:
Escape...
The walls, the halls, the office
The people the contracts, the pressure
The building, the crowd, the street
Escape to a place above this all....
Escape...
Up the elevator, your cares falling away
Down the hall, anticipating the view
Into my arms, into our own little world
Enjoy the Escape for as long as we are together,
(and perhaps long after!)
xo
Wendy
Plus getting away from everything else I have to deal with for an hour or more. And then there are a few ladies I have met whose companionship I enjoy regardless of what we are doing.
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