In 1972 when I was 35, together with a friend, I bought a Formula Super Vee racecar. I was at Riverside International Raceway (long since replaced by a housing development) getting my license to race when the steering broke exiting turn 2 and I hit a wall at high speed. I broke my back, was paralyzed from the waist down, and spent three months in Riverside Community Hospital.

I was lucky enough to recover the use of my legs but when I left the hospital I was unable to orgasm or ejaculate. (The nerves controlling erection were not affected by the spinal damage.)

In 1975 I met the woman I would later marry but was still unable to orgasm or ejaculate. Gradually, sensitivity returned until I was able to orgasm, but ONLY in masturbation. In the late 1970s after reading Beverly Harrell's book "A House Is Not a Home" I decided to visit the Cottontail Ranch in Nevada. There I had my first experience with a "Pro." In fact, I did a double. I was naive and it cost me too much (in those days $600 was a lot of money) but I did orgasm and ejaculate (more than once) with those two ladies.

Unfortunately, the experience did not carry over to my then girlfriend (later to be my wife). The sad truth is that up until her death (lung cancer metastasized to the bones) in January 2007 I never was able to orgasm or ejaculate with her.

I was faithful until 1999. Because I worked in a different city from where we had our home and the Internet made it so easy I went back to hobbying for the first time since my early experiences in the Nevada ranches.

There was a silver lining to the very black cloud of my sexual functioning. The nerve damage from my 1972 accident had separated orgasm from ejaculation. As long as I didn't ejaculate (or had only partial ejaculations) there was no refractory period and I was multi-orgasmic. Also for the first time in my life I was among women who gave every appearance of thinking that was a very good thing. Many of the escorts I have seen are highly sexual woman who have said they like it very much that I can orgasm over and over and not lose my erection in the process.

Unfortunately, at 72, age is starting to take its toll on my sexual functioning, but I still have my good days and the day with Ashley Shye and Debi Diamond (see thread further down the page) was a very good day indeed.

Hmmm... this got me reminiscing...

I suspect my first "pay-for-play" may be quite similar to other's experience.  I'm curious, so I'll share too.

I was probably around 1995 and I was a few years out of college and living on LI.  I had recently been devastated by the fact that I had just learned that my college girlfriend, (the girl I had planned on marrying) had been carrying on a affair with another guy for the better part of the last year.  We had called off the relationship but our circles were so close we were still around each other all the time.  

I was wrecked and confused.  I'm sure many of you remember having your heart broken in the "young adult" years. I didn't know if I wanted to try to win her back or devastate her the way she had devastated me.  

One frigid February night, in my heartwrenched logic, I wanted revenge.  I wanted to even the playing field as it were.  I decided that if she had slept with another man, I should sleep with another woman.  But I didn't want to wait until I could find someone else.  It had to be tonight.  I needed a guarantee of sex, so a bar was out of the question.  Plus I had been out of the dating scene for so many years I wasn't convinced I would have ANY luck at the bar.  My revenge plan was ironic, because I never had any intention of telling my ex what I was about to do.  It was to be revenge in my mind only.

"What to do? What to do?" I thought.

The internet was in its very fledgling stages at this point and was for all intents and purposes useless for the hobby.  So I opened the good old reliable yellow pages and called the first escort agency I found.  "Secret Desires" I think it was called.

I was nervous, my finger shook as I dialed the phone and I'm sure my voice shook too.  I had no idea what to expect.

A woman with a sultry voice answered.  I remember she kept calling me "baby".  And she seemed accustomed to first time callers such as myself.  She described three woman that were available that evening to come to my home.  I chose "Mercedes" because she said she was 21, french and had large full breasts.  She would be there in an hour.  

She arrived two hours later, and I don't think I had ever been so nervous.  I was expecting Rebecca Demornay from Risky Business to be arriving any moment.  The doorbell rang and with hesitation I opened the door.

I shouldn't have.

The "21 year old" Mercedes was closer to 35 or 40.  Maybe she was of french decent, but there was nothing indicating that.  She was perhaps attractive once, but life had definitely taken its toll on her and she wore a ton of make up.

This being my first time, I had no idea what to do so I invited her in.  She requested the donation up front which I gave her. $350 if I recall correctly (hey, I didn't know any better) and she suggested we go to the bed room.  She disrobed to a lacy corset but refused to get any more undressed.  It was just as well.  Her skin showed signs of stretch marks and her breasts were sagging significantly.

I was still nervous and now very turned off.  There was no way I was going to have sex with Mercedes.  But I had already paid the hefty donation.  She put a cover on me and did her best to get me hard with a combination of her hand and mouth. Neither were getting me going.  Finally I closed my eyes and fantasized about, you guessed it, my ex.  It was that mental image that allowed me to get through this session with Mercedes.  It cost me $350 to fantasize about my ex.  "What a schmuck" I would later think to myself.

I was left to clean myself up while Mercedes got dressed.  We waited for her driver to return so I made some small talk.  Boy did I regret that.  She went on an on about how much she hated doing this adn about how she had been screwed over financially by everyone and their mother.  I felt really horrible for her, but also couldn't wait for her to leave.  Finally her driver arrived and she left.  I took a 45 minute shower that night to feel clean again.  (no joke).

AFter reviewing this first experience, I'm amazed that I ever tried again.  And it was at least a year before I made my 2nd attempt.  That time I figured I had to go into NYC to have a quality experience.  That's when I discovered "Body Heat" on the East side.  While certainly not GFE, my 2nd experience with Erin at Body Heat was much better and I think that is what got me hooked, unfortunately.  But that is another story.

Thanks for listening.