My first paid for experience was in a massage parlor. It was out of state in about 1979 and before AIDS. $40.00 got me a gorgeous young thing bbfs.  She closed her eyes and waited for me to finish.

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A brothel in Germany, where there are legal sex workers. The tab was $10. The price should give an idea as to date. (I'm not telling..lol)There always have been STDs and a cover makes for a safer experience.

The Red Carpet Health Club at Grand and Dale in St Paul.  I was very nervous, but liked the experience enough to repeat. I got a massage, then the question "what else would you like?"  I asked for FS.  When I left I was surprised at the ease of it.  I went to the Mexican restaurant next door, had some tacos and a beer and went home.
I returned two weeks later.

I got busted on my second night, put in the slammer at age 19...the madame didn't teach me shit (what to say, what not to say).  I did, however, get 200, not $20 or $30.00!!

Found out months later (after getting out and charged w/misdemeanor), that it was a set up with the local LE.  Ms. Madame had an agreement with them to allow a certain number of arrests a yr. in order to stay open (pick the new girl, she's green, no wonder why she didn't tell me what to say, or not, that bitch.  She was just covering her own ass).

Anyway, I continued working at "Body Works", and took a massage course on my own time, cuz I found out that I really liked to touch those bodies.  And, I was good at it.  

But, needless to say, my first week on the job was a fast-paced lesson.  I'm smarter now.  And better at everything.

My first paid experience was in Hamburg Germany.  I was away from my girlfriend a few days and stumbled across a "red light" district.  The girls were in the street and you could walk up and chat with them.  Found a nice brunette (I think she was from Spain) and went back to her place.  Paid for full service but only lasted to the BJ.  Two cups were not on the menu I geuss.  I always wondered if that place still exists in Hamburg.

Massage parlor in Hopkins about 1980. Beautiful young lady. Safe.

Early 1990's, out of the frickin' yellow pages if you can believe that. About 3 in the morning night before Easter Sunday.

Amazingly enough, the girl was not a ripoff.  A redhead in thigh high vinyl boots showed up at my apartment.  No GFE, everything covered.

In the Navy in England, Portsmouth. Brothel where this little old lady lined up the girls and said pick one you like. Went up stairs, talked a bit and 5 pounds later was covered and finished. She was a nurse working to buy a car.

Sheri's Ranch outside of Las Vegas.

One of those handouts that aren't around much anymore (they have them in newsbox-type things along many of the major streets in LV).  Offered a free ride to the brothel (driver worked off tips) and he explained everything to me on the way (about an hour drive to Pahrump, just across the Clark County line).

I walked into the main parlor where the madame shook my hand and introduced herself..I told her about this being my first time, etc and she said 'happens all the time' (I 100% believe that btw).

She called the girls into the room for a 'lineup'..as the ladies filed in, I fixed my eyes on a voluptuous blonde and tried to remember her name when she stepped forward (they all stepped up one at a time, saying their name) but the first or second girl who stepped up was a very hot brunette with a southern accent and deep tan in a white prom dress. I was hooked.  ((for the life of me as I write this I can't remember her name--how embarassing)).

Anyhow, she asked if I wanted to talk with her in the bar or go to her room, and I said let's go to your room.  we sar on her bed and she explained that I was not obligated to stay with her, and I could choose someone else and she wouldn't be offended (actually that was kinda comforting to hear, considering I was nervous as hell).  She showed me a 'menu' of available 'parties' and asked me what I liked.  I told her I was a virgin and asked her for a recommendation. She said 'how about half and half'? I knew what she meant (I was a virgin, not an idiot) and said that party runs an hour and costs $300.  I wasn't planning on spending that much, and told her I didn't bring that much in cash with me.  She told me that they took credit cards and they get billed discreetly to a different business owned by the same people, so I said ok.

She went out of the room to run the card, and book my time with the madame, and brought me the receipt.  We then did the johnson check for sores, leaks, etc.  When she was satisfied I was clean, she started to get undressed and had me do the same.

I will not get into full details, except to say I was too nervous to ask if I could lick or suck on her tits (which were very nice 36D implants I would guess) and also failed to have an orgasm (she had one while she rode me).

I gave her a tip, and also scaled the driver after he brought me back to the hotel.  My knees were shaking in the limo during the ride back, and even tho I didn't 'finish' part of me felt like I had finally achieved some degree of manhood.

Big

First: Cosmopolitan, pick from the parade. My choice had to leave mid session.  New player off the bench.  Definite second string.  

Second: Amsterdam, 40 Guilders, actually extremely cute.  

July 2009.  Chicago, Illinois. Madeline Rose.  Oh, baby!

Backpage rub-n-tug.  Almost put me off trying again.  Second time with a different provider was better, but one week later that same provider and her co-worker were busted very, very publicly.  You can bet I was watching the news carefully for a while.  

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You are the best!

The girls used to walk the streets in 1963.My first time was a girl I picked up and we went bareback everything!My how things have changed.

Late on a wintry saturday night, went to a place on the corner of Cedar and Lake. Asked the girl at the window how much for a blow job? She smiled, and said give me $35 so I can let you in, then we can talk. She put me in a room, came back in after I was naked, and asked. "So what can I do for you, as if I didn't know?" I said, "You know!" $50 was the price. I asked about full service, which was $60, so I went for that. She came back in, put a mattress on the floor, and we started kissing. She asked me to wear a condom, which I did, but it was optional. She was a bigger girl, with enormous tits, and a big round ass. We both enjoyed it!

Summer 2006, outcall to Minnetonka. I had no experience with this at all. I had started to advertise on CL because I didn't know better. The guy was in his 50's, good looking, very kind and nice. And good at... I had a great time, walked away very happy!
Was at a dead end job and was looking for ways to moonlight when I found "erotic services". Everybody was 20 something, and it left me wishing I were younger. Then I found an ad by a woman who said she was 48, and I thought, hey...it was free so I tried a posting and wow...I started to have some real fun! My adventerous shadow side came out!

I was an 18 year old kid.  Went with a friend to a strip club in Florida.  Enjoyed a couple of lap dances when one of the dancers mentioned that they had a private dance area.  

I thought about it a bit then asked one of the girls to go for a private dance, she replyed "sure, what do you want to there?".  I was a bit surprised by this and just asked for a dance.  During the dance I asked what else she did back there.  She told me that "Well for $XX I can give you some head.  Do you want some of that?"  At that point I passed.  

After watching the ladies and thinking about the conversation for about an hour.  I called her back over to our table and asked to go to the back room.  Again she says "What to you want to do?"  But this time I told her I wanted some head.  She repeated the price, and off we went.

I was so nervous as I opened my fly and sat back in the chair.  She keeled in front of me, looked over my cock, then went to work.  It felt so good, I tried to hold on as long as possible, but it wasn't long and I popped a load in her mouth.  

We went back to the table.  She sat next to my friend and asked him if he wanted some "head" like I had just enjoyed.  He looked at me surprised then turned her down.  After she left he asked me if I had "really done that"?  I just smiled and replied "Yep"!  
After a bit we left, my friend did not partake in anything more than a dance.

Lee Lenore's Sauna in St. Paul.  80 bucks,  it was great and I was hooked.

Bangkok, Thailand. 1971.  Our flight crew was on a long weekend R&R.  Copilot and I wondered into a b-girl bar and ended up spending the night.  I can't remember how many baht we spent, but whatever it was, it was worth it.  The most beautiful girls in the world.  Maybe that's where I got my soft (or hard) spot for asian women! lol.  Ahhh, the good ole days!!

In a brothel in what was called 50 Mark Alley, it was like fucking a drill sergeant.

My first time was 3 years ago.

I had just got out of a 7 year sexless relationship. I really needed some hot sex. I did not want to go back to multiple random boyfriends (all NSA) or one steady boyfriend.
Because of being newly single, I needed $200 more a month to keep my budget in the black.
I heard about Craig's List. I started doing some research. I decided this was something I would be a natural at. I am a kinky nympho with pure hedonistic values and been sex starved for years.

So, I started checking out CL. In my area there were no ads posted. The Erotic Services on CL posts were all ISOs written by men.
I started to reply and quickly became a back-channel UTR girl. I loved it. It was exhilarating.

Just prior to my first appointment, the girl in 2007 that answered the nanny job had been murdered. I was nervous.

For the first one I did some light screening and set up the outcall to his apartment.
The donation was 400 for 90 minutes. I had so much fun I stayed for a total of 3 hours. My safety call, got worried because I had not called, he showed up at the apt knocking and yelling. The police came. It was a disaster. No charges were made.
But not that bad because I visited my first friend multiple times after that.

I love your cock,
NF

three college kids to a brothels in the worst part of Omaha.  $20.00 one right after the other.

We were that dumb.

My first experience was with a client who answered an ad on Backpage. Actually, this was last summer (how time flies!).  My method of screening was STUPID, and I met him at Perkins for coffee.  I think we spent more time talking at Perkins than we did on our actual date once I followed him home.  I was charging next to nothing, but I didn't know any better.  I cringe to think of all the mistakes I made.

Client was very polite, and I enjoyed my evening.  I remember thinking that I would feel guilty on my way home, but I was guilt free and only kept thinking: this is way better than Match.com!  lol!

Angie
XOXO

I met a guy on CL in 2008 who responded to my FREE CL ad titled "Looking for A Few Good Men $300/hr GFE".

I went to his secluded home nearly an hour out from the city. He lived in a beautiful mansion surrounded by nothing but trees. I was a little nervous and he was shy. We stood in the kitchen for nearly 15 minutes, him on one side of the kitchen and me on the other. Despite screening him for two weeks (I asked for everything and almost even his social security number), his shyness assured me he was LE or a lunatic. He was niether and at some point we both loosened up, and I saw him two hours weekly for six months after that. He hadn't heard of menus or reviews and he didn't have any specific expectations. We had a good time together, but if he wrote a review of me, it would be tame compared to what is posted here, though he gladly paid the $$$.

I only posted one week on CL before being turned on to TER by a banned TER member. He was my second date. He was friendly and gave me some tips, including not to post on CL. At that point, I signed up for TER and stopped posting over there. That was September 2008. And I’ve been here ever since.

Enjoy the beautiful day!

I don't recall the name of that one, but I only returned once.  Later would frequent the one on the corner of Lake & Cedar where everything was on the menu (for some girls)

Had been curious about these places and there were prolific back then.  This one had a large window on the street and you could view the girls walking around in the front parlor in sexy lingerie so it was fairly obvious that the massages were not your normal therapeutic type.  I finally got the nerve to venture in one evening very late (after the bars were closed) and there was noone in the front room.  I waited about 10 minutes and decided to venture through the curtain separating the front from the back. There was a long hallway with just curtains across the doorways.  I could hear some interesting sounds coming from behind one and the curtain had not been completely closed.  I could peek through a bit and saw a girl giving this guy a bj and was in a 69 position on top of him.  She had on a short dress and no top.  I returned to the front room and waited another 10 min and this same girl finally come up front and gave me the rundown on who it worked.  $25 up front for a 30 min massage.  Could not discuss anything else until the the fee was paid and you were getting your massage.  

So ok, gave her the $ and was shown to my room.  She asked if I wanted to use the sauna and I said yes and she said she would come back for the massage when I was ready after that.  So I got undressed and used the sauna.  Returned to the room and waited, naked, on the massage table.  Finally a few minutes later the same girl came in and began the massage, and it was pretty good.  I was face down and she just lightly brushed my balls while massaging my thighs to let me know things could get really interesting.  Man, to this day this really gets me going.  5 min later she has me flig and again just lightly teases my cock as she gives me this light touch massage all over.  She eventually asks me if there is anything else I would like.  I simply said, you tell me.  She asks if I am a cop and I reply no.  She then tells me that a hj is included, a bj is an extra 25 and a topless bj is 35.  Nothing else available - no bottomless or fs offered.  I elected the topless bj and she lifted her tube top to expose some nice titties and went down on me bareback. She did not let me touch her though. She also warned me not to cum in her mouth or she would vomit all over me. lol.  

As a first time hobby experience, I was incredibly surprised on how easy it had been, and how out in the open it seemed to be.  Went back to this place once more and tried to get more than the bj but no luck.  My third experience at the Cedar and Lake place was so much better and for about the same money.  The massage was totally nude from the get-go, and you could get "half and half" for an extra $40. fs was alwasys covered but the bjs never were back then.  I don't recall ever getting a covered bj until after the aids thing became a big deal.

Many, many years ago the small town where I lived had unregulated massage parlors. Having heard subtle rumors, I went in to one one night and opted for the $20 feather massage where the attractive, clothed masseuse tickled the feather across my body and while lightly tugging on my balls' hairs, asked if there's anything she could do for me. I innocently asked, "like what?" and she then recited off the menu and prices. It took me a couple of months to squirrel away enough money to return for the real thing and scored with a $50 BBBJCIM. Awesome!

Fast forward to 2005 when I had my first experience with an upscale escort in a Phoenix hotel. I had read dozens of TER reviews and finally worked up the courage to call an agency and set up an appointment with a hot latina. I was surprised how easy it was and I was elated to have popped my Hobby cherry!

'Relax....it's just sex!'

Wow brings back memories 1973  Donna Lee's on Lake,  Jenifer was her name bbeverything for I think 55.

1969. Drove 400 miles one way (hey, gas was .39 a gallon then!) got laid, drove 400 miles home. Did this about once a month for a year. Then met a hot chick whose apartment was about 400 feet down the road. No more Mustang Ranch.

Married the hot chick. Divorced the hot chick. Now visit some great women and don't have to put up with all the bullshit!

i jokingly put an ad on CL (in the casual encounters section) to see if anyone would bite. of course, 10 minutes later i had about 30 emails.

i picked out one that sent me a picture of him - kinda cute and dorky looking, just how i like em - and we negotiated EVERYTHING. if he'd been a cop i so would have been busted! not only was i using my real name, i was haggling very specific prices for a blowjob. lol.

we eventually decided on $80 for... ahem.... some favors.... which was a lot to me then! i drove to his apartment and i remember being a little nervous, but mostly excited and kind of turned on. luckily, he was a really nice younger guy and we had fun. and oh boy - those four crisp $20 bills!!! yeehaw baby!! i was hooked.

Late 1999 I was in a strip club in Texas.  Most clubs down their are a lot more hands on than in MN.  I'd gotten some very nice dances from this slender blonde who went by Elizabeth.  She told me her shift was over and I, being pretty nervous, asked her if she wanted to get a drink or something.  Well, we had the drink and then we ended back up at her place for something, which ended up being a FS session.

June of '09.  It was actually the day Michael Jackson died.  Had called around for a day or two, set one up, she didn't show.  Next night, got ahold of another gal, who I had to wait for.

Got down to my room, she asked if the candy (arranged in a heart shape) and flowers were for her.  Duh!!  Chatted a bit, got down to business.  For a first hobby time, none too memorable.

but as an unsuspecting bodyguard.

Was dating this stripper who worked at the good ole' 418...or 'ho - one - eight' as it was commonly known - back when it was open 24/7 and the graveyard shift girls treated the place like it was Sunset Blvd.

She called me out of the blue to come pick her up at 3am one Friday night.

Prior to that, she'd vaguely explained to me that she used the club to "network" clients for her own "private business", in which she "entertained" clients outside of the club, for a significantly higher fee than the $20 per song she hustled up at the titty bar.

I thought "entertain" meant exactly the same thing she did at the club - strip tease or a lap dance or whatever the fuck.

I naively assumed that this girl was WAY too high on herself to put out for the couple hundred bucks I thought she made for these little "private shows". To call her conceited would be like describing the Elephant man as "having a birth defect". The girl named her own fucking pussy, "Cleopatra", as in daughter of Ra, descendant of the gods. Nope, no way she would do THAT. Sheeeeeit.

So I'm standing in the doorway of the 418 watching her run her hustle on some pot bellied biker dude who looks like Richard Kuklinski meets Homer Simpson. I swear I could smell this fucker from 50 feet away like he was wearing raw sewage for cologne. I'm thinking, hurry the fuck up and come on, this bum doesn't have a dollar to give to you.

Wrong. I guess that's what made her such a great hustler; she could sniff out the money like a fucking German Sheppard sniffs out dope on a Greyhound bus.

She spots me, walks over and plants a sloppy kiss on me, breaking her cardinal rule of never letting any of the potential customers know she had a boyfriend, then turns and looks at this guy who is sitting there shaking his head, smirking, like he thinks something is funny.

Later I would learn, that this was her half-assed way of letting HIM know that she has back up - I don't think he was impressed. Hell, as big as this guy was, if she had tongued down Hulk Hogan, I don't think he would have been impressed.  

I'm half in the bag after bar closing in total 'Dude where's my car' mode, without a clue or a care about what this guys fucking problem is, I just know that he has one, so I'm talking shit like as if this behemoth puts his hands on me I won't pass out on contact and start puking my guts out all over the raggedy ass carpet.

I get told to leave for running reckless at the mouth so I go and sit in the car and wait for her to come out.

I see the guy come out the back into that lot where the new stadium now sits, and jump into a...Mercedes? How the fuck can this bum afford a Mercedes? He sits there, one aisle over, right in front of me - we're basically having a staring contest from behind the wheels of our respective cars.

I'm confused...and drunk...plus Irish...so I do what a proper Irishman does when in such a situation, start hitting the bottle some more while I wait, as I wonder who the fuck this dirty ass clown is supposed to be while seeing if I can drink him from reality into my imagination. Meanwhile, he's putting candy up his nose like it's fucking Afrin.

She comes out, stops at his window and says something, comes and gets in the car, tells me to follow smelly biker dude.  

We jump straight on 394 and then exit on Penn, the guy lives like 5 minutes away so there is a rapid fire discussion in the car about what I'm supposed to do.

She's going to "entertain" the fine serial killer-looking gentleman with the rancid odor, and I am going to somehow "protect" her in case this coked up biker turns out to be not such a good guy...ya think?...by waiting in the car? Even if I was sober the logic would have escaped me, but back then I prided myself of recklessness so I figured what the hell, I had a tire iron in the trunk with his name on it. More likely I would have needed an 88mm cannon.

I'm no shit n' shit faced treating the entire highway from one shoulder to the other like it's all one lane, while she casually puffs away on her cigarette like it's business as usual, doing a complete one handed wardrobe change in the passenger seat. This bitch is crazy, I thought to myself…and I like it.

So we get to the guys house and she tells me to pull up on the curb. She pulls out a baby monitor from her gym bag and hands me the receiving end, while she stuffs the monitor in her bag. She says “listen for the code word” as she steps out of the car, “that means something is wrong and you need to get your ass in there FAST.” I mumble whatever, hurry up, oblivious to the fact that I have no fucking clue what the supposed “code word” is.

Just before she exits I curiously inquire how much money she’s getting paid and she replies, “as much as I can get.”  I assumed she meant she was going to hustle as much money out of him as she could. That was NOT what she meant.

I sit there for like a half hour, I can hardly make out a fucking word on the baby monitor, it’s all static and gibberish, and for about five minutes I got to listen to some angry chick bitch about something on her cordless phone.

All of the sudden I hear something being repeated over and over that sounded like Sophocles…Sophocles…Sophocles…I’m like what is this motherfucker trying to role play as a Greek tragedian? Then it started to sound more like “Start the car!” So my dumb ass picks up the receiver and tries to talk back into it like it’s a walkie-talkie, “Did you say start the car? Hello?”

BAM!!!! I hear this big thud against the side of the car as she plows right into the door, screaming, “Start the motherfucking car!!!”  

I look to my left, and my girl is in her fucking underwear, clothes crumpled up under one arm, her bag under the other arm, sky-scraper stripper heels dangling from her fingers, fumbling with the door handle. I lean over and open it for her, and that’s when I see fat naked smelly biker dude running across the lawn with all the agility of a wounded Walrus, screaming incoherent obscenities with what I thought was a bottle in his hand. She screamed go go go, without even closing the door or getting her feet inside the car and I peeled out like Luke Duke, as a bottle came crashing down on my trunk. Yep, it was a bottle.

I was laughing my ass off, I don’t even know why, and I couldn't stop. After she finished cussing me out for my less than stellar performance as her fly-by-night security guard, she starts laughing too, and we didn’t say shit the entire ride home, just laughed non stop like a couple of smoked out pot heads at a comedy review.

So I finally cure my fit of laughter as we’re pulling into the parking lot of our apartment complex, and I ask her what happened. She in turn, pulls out a bag of X pills, and about three grand in cash. Dumb motherfucker just left it sitting on his dresser so I took it, she explains. She had the poor bastard on his knees licking her ass while she was housing his shit into her gym bag, planning her escape.

Curiously I was more concerned with the fact that she’d just robbed a drug dealer than I was with the sudden realization that my stripper girlfriend was also my hooker girlfriend.

She acted like it was nothing, all in a days work.

Believe it or not my first encounter was with the infamous Katie Monroe.  It was in an area of St Paul that I would not consider visiting now that I have a lot more experience in the hobby.  But you live and learn.

We had a few communications mix-ups but finally did hook-up and had a very nice time.

I really didn't need that visual. LOL

Here in TC. Pretty little red head. Reviewed, but not on this board. We met in hotel lobby, went up to her in call. White envelope laid out on dresser. She picked it up, said she needed to see her friend next door and...vanished. I felt really stupid. But I learned!

My first experience was calling a number in the phone book, Baby Face or something like that.  I got a hotel room and was nervous as hell.  A beautiful, young, petite brunette showed up with her pimp waiting in the car the whole time.  I had to initiate everything.  No bj, probably cuz I didn't ask.  She just took off her clothes and laid on the bed with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.  I was awestruck at seeing such a beautiful thing and went at it.  She was probably scared, but never said a word or opened her eyes until I finished.  I gave her the $150 and it was over in 20 minutes.
I did get her phone number so I wouldn't have to go through the agency again to see her.  However, I got nervous and threw the number away and regretted doing that for years as I saw several more agency girls (from the same agency also) who were terrible in looks and experience before discovering TER 3-4 years later and having fun again.  
I reflect on that first experience and I think how unfortunate it was that this beautiful, innocent, 18 year old girl was being pimped out before she ever had her own real choice in the matter.

It was 2006.  I went to see Sierra.  At that time she was massaging part time in a sketchy hotel in Bloomington.  I  didn't know how things worked, so I left mu boxers on.  On the flip she started striping them off, and I was like holy cow.  I don't what else I was expecting. She filled her hands with lotion and went to town.  I was so nervous that I cum for her so I asked her to stop.  I got dressed, threw the money on the table and I was out of there.