In many posts the questions asked are why we hobby, do providers really enjoy their work, are they just in it for the money.  Are we ego fragile men fantasizing, are women creating only an illusion of romance, don’t we accept this hobby is not reality. Why do some “johns” and “hookers” fall in love?

The answers span the spectrum of life experiences.  For me the beauty of a woman when I see her anew, the perfume of her skin, her hair, the feeling of her embrace, the look in her eyes as we lay together in the afterglow of passion, these are real.  Is not the scent and taste of her femaleness real?  Are not her cries of ecstasy, the trembling of her body, her contractions during orgasm a validation of reality?  I exult in giving my companions pleasure!  It is how I receive mine in return.

I only see a few women, and each in our own way give pleasure, companionship, conversation, passion, and yes, love.  Else why would we continue to see each other over the years?  Fantasy is created days before we meet.  Fantasy is fulfilled by the reality of being together.  Baggage is left and retrieved at the door.  Therein resides the illusion of being able to escape if just for a brief few moments the burdens we carry.  My ladies do this for me.

This year, one of my companions is metaphorically like a fine cabernet, two like crisp fruity chardonnays, and one a young fresh Beaujolais nouveau.

Like wine from fine old kegs,
From the brim to the dregs,
It poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year.

Sinatra would be pleased.  Nice post.

Fred

"Shouldn't this be fun."  This post hits the nail on the head.  Take the time to look beyond the pictures and the hype, and find someone (or two) with whom you connect.  You'll end up with more enjoyment, better scheduling treatment (as a regular), much greater safety (by avoiding constantly seeing someone new), and you'll enjoy your experiences so much more.

I agree...terrific post.