I thought it would be fun to hear everyone's first experience as hobbyist or as a provider. Mine was about 4 years ago, and I responded to an ad in a sex magazine indicating full figured women available. I called and was told to call again from a specific street corner (not knowing how the game was played, it made me quite nervous) When I called again, the woman on the phone asked, is that you in the leather jacket? Now I was even more nervous as I was being watched. For some reason I did not run, but rather waited on the phone to get the exact address. I went up to the apartment and was greeted by the madam. She introduced me to two very skinny ladies. I had the courage to say out loud the ad in the paper said you had heavier women (my personal preference). Next thing I knew the madam states. "Oh God, he wants me" (she definitely was heavier!). Before I know it, she is leading me into the bedroom. She tells me she normally only does S&M (had the equipment on the wall to prove it) but since I was cute (later I would learn this to mean because I had money) she would fuck me. Okay. She tells me to strip and lie on my back. I immediately oblige. She pretty much covers me up and gives me an adequate covered BJ. After a few minutes, she states, "Now I will fuck you". She mounts me CG and bounces up and down for about five minutes before I came. She politely excuses herself and gets a towel for me to clean up with. I am still a little nervous (don’t know why) about the whole thing, so I dress fairly quickly. I say thanks, and she hugs me and I am on my way. As I am leaving, I am thinking, wow, I just had my first provider! I have learned quite a bit over the years to make the sessions much more enjoyable.
Would love to hear from both hobbyists and providers remembering their first experience in the business.
I remember it well, April 2000, almost 7 years ago to the date. I was in Washington DC, on business and took the plunge. This was long before my TER days, so I used the yellow pages. Her nic name was "Mary", a cute Chinese girl, and I still remember he pink flowered sun dress. I still remember what she looks like to this day, and what she was driving . I can't remember who I was with a couple of months ago, but I still remember that day.
I decided enough was enough. I grabbed the personals in the Boston Phoenix and started dialing until I got a person on the phone.
Thiry minutes later I met her. She was short, skinny, blonde but quite pretty and young. For $40 I would get a massage and a hand release, as they were called then. About ten minutes later it was all done but I felt so happy about it I returned next week and for $60 I got French (uncovered too).
Mid seventies, Indianapolis. Prosecuter bans massage palours, so all the massage palours become "Houses of Relaxation". One night I'm lying in bed and I think to myself, "Damn, I could use some relaxation right now." I go to one on West Washington street, near a Burger Chef. The young, hippy lady asks for $100 to begin relaxment, itemized by the room cost, linens, lady's time, etc on the menu board on the wall. I gave her a little extra like I knew what I was doing. She winks and tells me to make myself comfortable on a waterbed, my first time even seeing a waterbed. She comes back naked and lays down besides me. Raises her kness to her chest and points to her hairy a-hole and winks again like I'm a seasoned pro. I go down on it and she freaks, telling me I'm suppose to fuck it, not lick it. Pretty funny now because in hindsight (no pun intended) I remember barebacking it and creamin' it, which was no biggie then. At least rimjobs have come a long way since then. I order a fish sandwich with tarter sauce next door and counted the days until I would be 21 and could go to titty bars. That day was the first day of the rest of my life.
I was still married to Mrs. Arrowman #1 (I'm on #2 now) but feeling the urge. Called a number out of the LAXpress, I think, for massage. I was thinking it would be FS (a term I didn't even know then). I go to a fairly hippie-looking old wooden house in Laurel Canyon, where a really cute young, maybe 21, year old girl leads me up to a loft bedroom. I disrobe, lay down on my stomach, she takes off everything but a fishnet body stocking. She gives me a nice massage, and then I turn over and ask what else can happen. She says, no sex or oral sex, but I have nice hands! OK, I say. She takes off the body stocking and leads me by her hand to heaven. It was great, nothing like your first time.
I thought for my first experience (five years ago) that I would be more comfortable with a mature woman rather than someone in their twenties so I picked up a magazine in an adult book store and found two women that interested me. One black and one was white, I decided on the black woman and I nervously called her on the phone. I was unaccustomed to how things work but some how I knew not to be too specific. I was a little surprised when she asked how much I wanted to donate and I told her what I had and she said what her donation rate was.
Again I didn’t know how things worked and I requested an appointment for the following week in the afternoon. She told me to call her on the day of the appointment a few hours before I wanted to come over. The day arrived and again I nervously called for an address, instead she gave me directions to a Burger King located near her apartment and told me to call her from there. When I arrived at the Burger King my imagination was running wild and I was thinking this was a sting operation like a seventies cop show. The area was busy with workers every where a window washer, phone repairmen and a mailman all in disguise ready to bust me when I took out the cash. I pressed on because I thought if this were really a bust they would attract more guys with someone a little younger.
I called her from BK and was still so nervous I couldn’t even get my pencil to work. The address I wrote down was totally illegible for me to read. I was too embarrassed to call her again but I remembered that she was on the second floor and she said she had a baby blue umbrella on her balcony. I found it and went up the stairs and she opened the door and asked if I got lost.
I was pleased with her looks, much better that her pictures. She asked for the donation and counted in front of me. Then after some small talk she told me to get comfortable. She was a total GFE (DFK, BBBJ, DATY, CG, mish and doggie); I had a great experience with her going well over the hour that I paid for. I had a small problem in that I couldn’t finish but she was very patient and worked with me until I did “finished”.
I was happy with the experience and decided to return the following month and this time was less nervous but something funny happened. She took the donation and put in away in another room and when she returned me she was dressed in some nice lingerie. The panties were the bikini cut kind and I noticed that she had more pubic hair than Sasquatch! I almost laughed out loud but bit the inside of cheek so I wouldn’t. I prefer a shaved kitty but at least trim it a little. She had more pubic hair than any woman I have ever encountered but I continued seeing her for several more times.
I had fantasized about escorting for years, although my fantasies never put it in terms quite so delicate and polite as "escorting". There was something incredibly erotic and enticing about the absolute lack of pretense, the anonymity and freedom of no strings that lured me and drew me in. Not to mention, dare I say, the enticement of feeling like a dirty little sl*t, which can be terribly sexy for such a ‘girl next door’ kind of lady like I am.
But I never had the guts to actually go through with it. I had so many misconceptions about the sex trade, worries about being expected to do things I wasn't willing to do, visions of standing on a seedy street corner, worries about whether I would be attractive enough (I'm far from Playboy material, but pretty darned cute just the same). So, fantasies of being a sex worker remained my favorite masturbation fantasies, but never reality.
Last summer, I learned about a new trend where women were posting ads on this website called CraigsList. I was curious so I checked it out. I was amazed at what I saw! Women were boldly advertising their wares, unabashed and openly. I saw acronyms galore, and although I didn’t know what they all meant, I had some pretty good ideas. The thought was there – this seems so easy! Do I dare?? I debated for days, and then finally decided I just had to take the plunge and see what would happen. So, with my stomach in knots, and my knees shaking, I placed my first ad on CL. (Please no lectures, I’ve learned a lot in a year!)
About thirty minutes later, my phone rang. Do I do incall? I panic. I am not sure which is which. No, I say, I come to you. Are you full service? Aha, that one I know. I hesitate – yes. What are your rates? Now I’m stumped. I’d looked at many ads on CL, but found only one who listed her rates. Silly me, I thought the hot modeling pics on the ad were her (probably weren’t) and since I wasn’t nearly as hot as her, I quoted less than half what she’d listed. I simply BLUSH to think about what my rate was for that first encounter. Suffice to say, it was about one fourth what is considered average. Ah well, live and learn.
Perhaps it was my hesitant answers, the nervous throat clearing, or the shaking in my voice that I couldn’t quite hide, but he thanked me and hung up, saying he’d call back when he was certain of his schedule. The afternoon passed, and I got a few more calls, each time trying to sound a little more confident and as if I knew what I was doing. Finally, I hit “paydirt”. He calls me at 11 pm, and tells me he was in town for the night, and had always had a fantasy of a girl sneaking into his hotel room and climbing into bed with him. Could I make that happen? Absolutely I say. He is only a few minutes from me, so I tell him I can be there in an hour. I hang up the phone, and I’m so nervous and excited, I feel light headed. Into the shower I jump, quick shower and shave, throw on some make-up, do something with my hair, then I’m stumped about what to wear. I decide on something not too outrageous, but flattering just the same – I don’t want hotel security escorting me out of the building when I show up in a micro-mini skirt and 6” heels.
Then I’m standing in front of his door, it is propped open just as he said it would be, and my knees are so weak, I am afraid I’ll fall down, I can’t catch my breath, and I’m shaking. What if it’s a set up? What if he’s violent? I must be insane!!! But I can’t not do this. I feel like I’m going to orgasm just standing there in the hallway. There is no way I am walking away from this!
I go in and the room is dark, but I find my way to the bed. He was lying on his back and I started caressing his chest, not sure if he awake or asleep. I moved my hands lower and began to stroke him, and that got his attention. He whispered a sleepy sounding “hello” and that was all that we said for the next 20 minutes or so. I took him in my mouth completely soft, (absolutely love that) and felt him get hard. I hadn’t even undressed yet but I could feel I’d soaked my panties through. I agonized over whether I should make the next move, or let him tell me what he wanted, and when he simply laid there I finally decided to move onto other activities. I stopped and got undressed and he began touching me while I put the raincoat on – terribly ineptly I might add! He still didn’t make any move to take control, so I climbed on top (smile!) In all my life, not once had I ever O’d from CG, I always felt too self conscious and awkward. But that night, I rode through one after the other. It was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. Normally quiet when I orgasm, that night I tried my best to contain myself, but simply couldn’t. I’m sure the hotel guests on the other side of the wall must have been thinking “lucky bastard” when we finished, and if it was a woman over there, she was surely thinking “she’s got to be faking it”.
Unknown to me, I gave quite the GFE session that evening, simply because I had no idea if I was supposed to leave or not! He mentioned having a headache though, so I promptly suggested a backrub, which he happily accepted. I massaged him for a while, and when I felt him starting to drift off, I finally got up, dressed, and left – being sure to gather up the $ as I left.
The next day, I waited for feelings of guilt, horror, and shame to assault me at what I had done, but instead the next day, all I could think of was “Oh my God, I just found something better than any drug known to man!!!!”. So that was my first experience.
Now, before the naysayers lecture me about how stupidly reckless I was, let me just say that what I lack in common sense and caution, I more than make up for in being a fast learner. It was only a matter of days before I discovered TER and other sites like it where I learned about all the acronyms, learned about screening and safety, discovered the tools I needed to build my own website, etc. Its been a year since that first encounter, and while the need for screening and all the other tedious details has taken some of the mystique out of my new avocation, looking back I can only say I have one deep regret, and that is that I waited so long to find the avocation that I absolutely love. I will never repeat my reckless first encounter, but I will forever hold onto it as the ultimate fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy – and the perfect introduction to a ‘career’ that I absolutely love. I am living my dream!
Amazing entry. I for one have to say that's the kind of experince I pictured having with someone as yourself in this industry. I have had the lick of finding on occasion a woman who enjoys her "career" as you did. Heck I even became friends with one such girl who annoyed me (in an affectionate way) from time to time just for a laugh and every so often a little something something... but sadly those times are over as I actually helped her move away. Anyway... if your anything at all as what your post implies then I'd love to meet you sometime. If not... well then I can only say I've wasted a few minutes of my day, but the post itself was more than worth the read. take care.
O.K., Las Vegas, I'm there on business and think WTH, not knowing the first thing about TER or pretty much anything else I head for Pharrump(sp?) at around 1:00 AM. Somewhere around 2 I pull in to the ranch, I sit in the car for a half hour or so wondering WTH I am doing there, then finally get the nerve to go in the gate. Security asks if I am "ready to meet the girls". I can't speak, breathe or swallow. I did manage to croak out that I would like a drink first, so he directs me to the bar. There are two ladies in there and after a drink one asks if I would like to play a game of pool, "sure". As she racks the balls she smiled and said that if I lost I had to come to her room with her. I lost... badly... Once in her room the bartering began. I, unfortunately, didn't know that is what was happening. She quoted a rate that I still consider to be outrageous, I apologised for wasting her time and started to excuse myself. To my amazement she countered with a much more reasonable number. I paid her, an she suggested I "get comfortable" while she took my money God-knows-where. When she got back I was still fully dressed, but I had gotten comfortable by sitting on the bed. She helped me out of my clothes, We had a quick shower at my request, then spent the next hour with an attractive but distant lady trying her damndest to have sex without actually touching me. For this stellar service I actually tipped her $. I drove back to town wondering why on earth any human being would deliberately subject themselves to this. It was quite some time later that I called the number for an agency while visiting a different town and lucked into the lady who made me understand that it could be not only pleasant but fun. It only keeps getting better.
Pretty much the same experience for me. Legalized prostitution is the worse kind of prostitution. Its like fuckin' at the DMV with this week's government santioned ethnicity of the month, rollin' their eyes and smackin' their gum. I recommend everyone go to a Nevada brothel first. It can only get better from there.
I know which ranch you're referring to, and I put in a bid to buy it a couple years ago. I know better now, and thank my lucky stars that I pissed off the owner and got tossed from his office.
I was but an 18 year old lad, visiting a strip club with a friend, for the first time. The girls were offering lap dances at the table. I had a few from a couple of girls, when one cute blonde told me they had a room in back for private dances. After a couple of dances from her, I asked about going to the "private room". Without any hesitation she asked "what do you want to do back there?" (I was only 18). I was a little supprised by this and told her a private dance. She quoted the price and we went down a short hall to a curtained off room with a chair in it. She started dancing was much better then the dances in the lounge area of the club. About midway through the song I asked "what else can we do back here?" This time she hesitated a little before saying "Well for ($XX) I can give you some head. Would you like some of that?" (Again being young I told her I would think about it.). After the dance I was back in lounge with my friend, but I could not help stop thinking about our conversation. After about 10-15 minutes I stopped her as she was walking by our table and asked to take her to the back room again. She looked at me and again asked "what I wanted to do"? This time I did not hesitate and told her I wanted "some head". She repeated the quote, and we were off to the room. In the room she motioned to unzip my pants. I droped my pants to my ankles. She nealed down before the chair, looked over the goods, and proceded to go down on me. I tryed to hold back, but in a short time I was cumming in her mouth. When we got back to the table she asked my buddy if he would like a BJ like I had enjoyed. He turned her down and after she left he turned to me and asked if I had let her suck my dick? I told that yes I had. He just shook his head in supprise that I would do that.
I never went back and this place is now long gone. I would like to find a simular place with good looking young women willing to provide this level of service.
Long before ter I'd been going to a strip club & became friendly with a blonde milf, back before the term became popular. After 2 or 3 trips to the private lounge over a couple days we were getting along just fine. That evening as I slipped my hand towards her g-string she confided that aunt flo had arrived, said what the hell, unzipped my pants & started in on a great bbbj. Just short of blowing the damned manager stuck his head in & said wtf...you can't do that in here. Fumbling I put the wilting little guy away & that ended the party! Tried to hookup with her later but found out she had been fired for being too friendly!
1st time with a ter lady ended up with a vain gal that just had a boob job, the twins looked just fine to me but she was bitchin about the job the dr. had done but I got my business done inspite of her vanity. Second & last time I saw her she greeted me with "I need more money". Dumped that one real quick. lol Oh yes, things have gotten much better!
My first hobbyist experience was either in Pittsburgh or Philadelphia. I know, that only gets it within 300 miles, but it's almost 30 years ago now.
I don't remember a lot of the details, other than two things. First, it was at a massage parlor where all of the women were very hot African American young ladies. Second, after a few preliminaries, the young lady I chose broke out a bottle of baby oil and gave me a great handjob. I think I lasted five minutes.
Atlanta had the Domino Lounge attached to the Imperial Hotel. You would meet the lady at the bar, buy her a drink, go reserve a room, return to tell her the number and meet her up there. Down the street there was the Doll's House which had a long table in a dark corner where all sorts of things would happen. Later there was a magazine called "After Dark" with agency ads and my first outcall was with an agency called "Touch of Class". That was over 30 years ago and a special time.
1982 - called one of the escort services out of the yellow pages. They sent over an overweight, not-well-groomed woman who wanted a tip for every step of the way. It was so bad that I didn't indulge again until about 2000 when the internet revolution gave me tools like TER. The rest is history...
The first girl I saw was advertising on Cityvibe and I was surprised when I arrived at her Wilshire apartment to find it was not the girl in the picture. I was very pleased that she was actually better looking so of course I stayed.
I wasn't sure that FS was included in the donation so you can imagine how happy I was to get my BBBJ while spotting a condum next to the bed. We went way over the alloted time and I had a ball.
The kicker is that this girl was just starting in the business and before she was through, her donation was about 10 times what I paid that afternoon!
i was 20, and had always fantasized about total strangers paying take their pleasure with my body. my SO (now Husband) had a similar fantasy, of his girl being a whore any man with a few bucks could use. now since we're talking fantasy, and very "perverted" ones at that, our visions mainly focused around me walking the streets in some seedy part of town, scantily clad, offering it up to whoever drove by. thankfully we were too smart (or maybe just too chicken) to take it quite that far.
so for his birthday that year i decide to surprise him by making the fantasy real (well kinda). i "advertised" on a regular old dating site, but with creative language making it clear that i was charging for it. i posted no pics, didn't even describe myself i don't think. i was impatient so i set something up with the very first guy who contacted me. all he wanted to know was my body size (slim) and how much (50/hr). at the time i had such low self-esteem, and was so ignorant about the business, that i actually thought that price was too high for anyone to pay. but he immediately said he wanted 3 hrs, and agreed to meet me at a hotel my SO and i were staying at for his b-day. i told him to just hand my SO the money, and then he could do what he wanted with me. the only limit i placed was that he had to use condoms.
so fast forward to that night and the guy is about to arrive. i finally tell my SO what i've cooked up and it gets him so riled up i have to beg him not to get me all messed up before my "date." the guy shows up, cash in hand, immediately hands it over to my SO and shakes his hand like their buds, lol. it was great. then my SO leaves, giving me a peck on the forehead and telling me to be a good girl.
from there it pretty much went downhill...the guy was very young, barely older than me (i like much older men). he was very awkward and dorky, like he had probably never touched a woman in life. he was a lab tech and lived in his mom's basement...was still wearing a white lab coat under his trench. when he got undressed the whole room filled with the most strange, foul odor. i thought he was just dirty so i offered to bathe him before we got started. i scrubbed and scrubbed, but you could still smell the funk, underneath the soap scent. turned out the b.o. was a medical condition he claimed nothing could be done about. so i try to ignore it.
so we get down to business...unfortunately he turned out to have what at the time was the longest, thickest tool i'd ever seen. without the slighest finesse or skill, he plows into all 3 of my holes with abandon, spending the last solid hour in my bum. i had to bury my face in a pillow to muffle my screams and hide my tears. He never orgasmed, said that took the fun out of it.
when his time was up and he started getting dressed, i noticed there was blood all over the bottom of his undershirt (which he had never removed), and i looked down and realized i was bleeding pretty heavily from my bum. He didn't seem to think anything was strange about it, and it was one of my first experiences in that area so i didn't know if it was normal or not, so i didn't react either. He gave me a 5 dollar tip and i thanked him, then he left.
the room stank, i was sore and torn inside, but incredibly i felt very, very content. like i was doing what i was meant to do.
i learned 3 significant things from that experience:
1. never, ever have sex with a man under 35. 2. set a few limits, don't allow everyone to do everything. 3. i was BORN to do this.
My first experience happend when I was 22. As a young college lad I was having a hard time with my then girlfriend, she did not want to have sex. I was kind of curious about the advertisments in NOW magazine, curiousity got the best of me one day and I called a lady. My parents had just sent me some christmas money so I decided to try the ads. I called a lady named Sandra, she used to advertise as a mature brunette. I was very nervous. She was very kind to me. At the time I thought she was awesome so I ended up coming back whenever I could. Looking back on it, the sex was just ok, but for a first timer it was great!
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