My very first call as an advertised agency escort was, frankly, terrifying.  The idea of spending two hours with a complete stranger, some man I'd never even spoken with before, swung from thrilling to horrifying and back as I made the drive to his hotel.  The agency had only given me a name and a room number.  A quick Google search told me he was a prominent NY real estate mogul and I immediately wondered if I would be "good enough" for him.  My head filled with self doubt even as I tried to convince myself that I was worth every penny he was spending.  I felt ridiculous and overdressed as I waited for the elevator, completely convinced that every person in the lobby knew exactly what I was doing.  Panic creeped in as I raised my fist to knock on his door.  What if he was awful? What if he didn't like me?  What if he wanted to hurt me? What if---  And then the door opened.

And just like that, all my fear and doubt and worry disappeared.  He was just.... some guy!  A totally normal, entirely unexceptional, perfectly average guy with a full envelope and a warm smile. I wanted to laugh out loud I was so relieved.  And that's when I realized that this was just fun.  These men, no matter how experienced, or wealthy, or important they were, they just wanted to spend a couple of hours with a beautiful woman, relaxed and happy.  That's it.  I relaxed, stopped thinking of it as a competition between me and every other woman he'd ever been with, forgot all about my "prepared conversation starters", and let the evening progress naturally.  It was fantastic.  

 
What about all of you?  What was your first time like? Were you scared? Excited? Underwhelmed? Was it easier or harder than you imagined? Did you immediately decide that you wanted to do it again, or did you think that it might be your last time? I'd love to hear all your stories!

I was extremely anxious on the drive to meet the lady who was going to introduce me to the hobby.  I had past all the required screening and I was also nervous being a newbie and all.  I remember getting to the hotel a bit to early so I drove around trying to pass the time.  When it was finally time go head up to the room the nerves really started kicking in.  I thought I had seen someone I knew in a car out in front of the hotel but after clearing my mind I knew it was just my mind playing tricks on me.  Now once I arrived and knocked on the door my legs were trembling.  Luckily the lady I was meeting me and she helped me relax.  Though I did miss a few hints she was ready to get comfy but luckily I figured out what she meant and we had a great time.  The rest is history, as I have met other ladies and really enjoy the hobby world.

I remember starting off the session in the shower with this woman who had 3 inches on my height. How I got there, how I was let in and how I undressed was a blur as I stood Ina hot shower with this tall, dark and beautiful ebony goddess who's smooth flawless skin tone contrasted to mine in a way that gets me hard just thinking about it. As she washed up the General and I lathered up her ample breasts I realized only then where I was and what I was doing and what was going to come next... And I was very happy. I can relive that specific moment in my mind to the second, the sight, smell, feel and taste. None of my encounters after has ever been so exciting and pleasing as that specific moment... So I keep trying.

I hope I'll always be nervous.

....and even though I was meeting up with a beautiful woman that I already knew a bit, we didn't consummate our session. She read me very well, was extremely patient, and let me set the pace. We talked, she gave me a nice massage, and I left. I started second guessing if indeed this hobby was really a thing that I could enjoy. But a few months later, I tried it again and  it all came together (pun intended!).Since then I have never looked back.

I had scheduled a date with a lady, 2 weeks in advance, in Chicago while there for business. Her assistant called me the day of to inform me that she would have to cancel, she had just flown home the day before from Australia and she was feeling the ill effects of long travel. I told her assistant that I understood but now how was I going to get screened to see someone else. She said one of the afore mentioned lady's friends would take my screening as they worked together. So she called her for me, the second lady calls me and asks if I want incall or outcall, I said incall and asked where she was staying, she said XXXXX XXXXX, I started to laugh and she asked "what is funny"? I said, "I'm at the same hotel". How fortuitous, I only had to ride the elevator to my first incall. She was awesome, funny thing was too, she was someone I considered seeing before requesting time with the First Lady.  

By the way, the First Lady did call me that afternoon to apologize herself, I thought that was a nice touch, and I saw her two times after that.

I was a bit nervous and anxious.  After about 60 seconds I felt very comfortable and had a great time.

and while I won't go so far as to "hope" I'll always be drunk, I wouldn't exactly bet against it.

I wish I could say what a life changing event paying for pussy was in my life, but my first experience 40+ years ago was similar to my last experience which was yesterday in one regard. They were both quite enjoyable, but neither were life altering, and I can't say the several thousand sessions in between were deep, eye opening, emotional events in my life, they were what they were for the most part, very enjoyable sex. No more and no less.

Maybe I just don't have any poetry in my soul, because I don't hear trumpets blare, or see fireworks in the sky, I simply have fun. Why the need to make this more than what it is?

Maybe then you might have a more fulfilling experience?

Also get that hearing checked...those trumpets are blasting.

I expect that was also a rhetorical question about needing to make this more than what it is.

Would you like the early morning line on how long before your next TO?

My major dilemma is whether to put it up in number of days or by hours.

Or you want me to have a great opportunity to make some of my previous losses back.

Post the O/U if you dare  LOL

crate" and it was all I could do to lug the damn things past the gates and up to her tree house.  My heart was pounding as I waited for her to finish dressing, then she parted the leaves and the most gorgeous sex animal was standing before me in a wicked red outfit. Judging from all the other fruit sitting on her desk I figured I wasn’t the first guy to amble by that day but I didn’t care I just wanted to shag.

I had a nice feeling about who I was meeting based on our email exchange, but I was still extremely nervous. What if my instincts were wrong?  I felt so fidgety waiting at the lobby bar!

When we finally saw each other, I was pleasantly surprised at the handsome man who had sought me out.  We kissed & he pressed my arms against the wall (this style was agreed upon), and the fires were lit. Although our emails had built up some anticipation, let's just say the encounter exceeded my expectations and I know his, too.

After that, I definitely knew I wanted to do it again. I realized that everyone wouldn't be so pleasing to the eye or as creative, but there is definitely a thrill to this for me.  It's also a heady feeling to know you've shared time that you can tell the other person will not easily forget.  I've also had some of the best sex ever from doing this compared to when I followed the conventional relationship route.

OK, a bit of a back story. I was 29 and a virgin. I had serous self esteem issues and considered myself unlovable. I only had been in one SO type relationship who never put out and was both physically and emotionally abusive. My only sexual experience was not by choice. I didn't even have any close friends. My life consisted of work and nothing else. I was desprate.

I never thought of seeing a sex worker when a female aquaintence suggested I "see a hooker" when discussing my bad luck with women. I was desprate to feel a woman's touch something I never knew.

I felt like a complete looser as I checked into a hotel room. I knew he knew I was there to pay for it. I called the first of the numbers of escorts I found on the Internet. Regected. I called the second. No answer. The third, discontinued number. The fourth regected again.The fifth no answer again. The sixth and last number a lady answered and agreed to meet at my hotel room. I was relieved.

I felt dirty and a looser. I felt for the lady that was coming. I showered so at least I would be clean. I felt so ugly. I kept asking myself what kind of looser looses his virginity to a sex worker at the age of 29 because no woman would touch him? And I felt guilty as visions of the drug addicted pimped TV hookers was in my head. I was scared to death of being regected when she got there. I was also relieved I would loose my virginity soon.  

Time approached she was to come, but no knock on the door came. And hour after she was to come still nothing. I felt relief she didn't come. I decided to stay at the hotel as it been awhile since I slept in a bed as I literally lived at my business. Three hours after she was supposed to be there the hotel phone rang.

It was her confirming the room number. I never was more scared in my life. She knocked on the door. She was on the better side of adverage. I was literally shaking I was so nervous. She asked for the money. I pulled out an envelope with about $2500 and counted out the agreed upon  $250 and gave it to her. Big mistake. She excused herself to the rest room and told me to undress.

I did just that and climes on the bed and waited nervously. She came out in a bra and panties and explained all the $250 paid for was a massage and if I wanted more I would have to pay more and sex was off the table.

I was hurt because I personalized it as I couldn't even pay for it. We agreed to her getting undressed and giving me a hand job for something like $250 more. She undressed and gave me a hand job. While she did so she used her other hand to text someone the whole time. I was even more down on me as I felt she was trying to not look at me.

After about ten minutes or so I popped. She said she would get me a towel and clean me up. She disappeared into the rest room and ten minutes or so came out full dressed walked to my pants and took the envelope with all my cash and ran out the door. She robbed me.

I was floored. Not only in did I confirm in my mind my worse fear that I was so unfuckablely repulsive I could not pay to get laid, I needed the money she stole. A thousand of that I was going to drop of in the morning for rent for my lot. I was fucked in the worse way. I was so damn stupid.

I no longer could afford to sleep in the room I rented as I had to come up with a grand. So to work I went feeling as low as a man can without wanting to cap himself. I raised the money but swore I was done with "hookers". We all know it didn't take

Later that month I lost my virginity to a friend and met my future wife. Things worked out but my first attempt at P4P was not a happy tail.

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Here are some of those thoughts:

"Oh shit, she has been with tons of guys, my technique probably sucks, she will think my dick is too small, I should leave."  

"OMG, I hope I don't cum too soon."  (I did, thank goodness there was more.)

"WTF am I doing paying for sex?  What is wrong with me?  I swear, if I get away with this, I will never do this again!"  (20 years ago, great self-control asshole, he, he, he.)

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But I never heard of it. I am not as old as most here.

Speaking of which, what ever happened to mountaindew guy?

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But I was thinking you were high mid 40s. Texting was definitely around in the 2000s. I just thought you would have been 29 in the 90s.

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or popular until the 00's.
Hell, cell phones in the 80s were like bricks and they barely worked for actual phone calls!

It appears you are right the idea started by Friedhelm Hillebrand in 1984, but the first wireless text happened in 1992. The year I graduated high school.

She propositioned me in an elevator. I thought it would be exotic, but it wasn't. She was very mercenary, and it was a mediocre experience at best. She did her bit to put me off professional sex.  

Four months later, in the same hotel, I had a wonderful experience with a very sweet lady. Everything about it was nice. She was young, beautiful, and very willing. I hope that she is doing well.

But I'm going to talk about what we're doing here. The first internet experience.  

Back in the day, I stumbled on to an escort website. It was run by a local middle aged woman (the madam), and she advertised about half a dozen girls in their twenties. There were no reviews, no forums, no nothing to get a feel for the girls. Just a couple of pics, a little blurb about each, their hours, and a phone number. How was one supposed to know whether or not this was some type of set up? Was it legit? I spent about 6 months looking at the pics over and over, trying to decide who I would pick, if I was ever able to work up the courage. We didn't have cell phones back then, nor could I call from home, so one day, I trundled on down to a local restaurant that had secluded pay phones, and I gave the madam a call. I had decided that I was attracted to, not any of the girls, but the madam herself. I was surprised when she accepted my offer. How did she know I was legit, as I didn't have any references. Since she didn't advertise herself on the website, she had to tell me how much to bring when she gave me the address. Her place was a nice apartment complex on the west side of town. I was really scared when I knocked on the door. I knew I might be getting arrested, robbed, or beat up. Maybe all of the above. But she welcomed me in, introduced me to two of the other girls, and escorted me to the back, master bedroom. Of course the boss gets the best room. We had a wonderful time. I was so relieved that it was a great experience. Had it been bad, that might have ended my internet hobby experiences right then and there. Interestingly enough, I scheduled a second session with her. It was the second session that was terrifying, but that's another story.

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I was newly 20 and wanted to know what it was all about. I was a student of one of the most male dominated university fields. Each week we expected around 35 hours of class and 2 hours to study for every hour of class we had. There were the occasional people who did not need to study as much and could have time for a college life but most of us had to grind it out in the library every day. The program came with great rewards though like enabling many of us to work at fortune 500 companies without ever graduating. Some of us made 60 dollars an hour while still in school. By the time people in our program was in 3rd and 4th year, it was not uncommon to see them driving bimmers and audis.  

I was in my first year and the shock of being in college got to me, I couldn't bare anymore to go to classes, since there were so few girls in them, so I took a break and went overseas where I did some sales work and got in touch with some hobbyists. Businessmen hobby a lot and hanging out with them opened my mind to the world of p4p. At this point I was still hung up over my ex of 1 year ago. We broke up since we had to go to separate schools. There was an empty void I had to fill. I flew back and reconnected with a bunch of highschool friends. One of them suggested to see an escort which I eventually did.  

The night before I was so excited I couldn't sleep. It was more excitement than nervousness. I eventually went to her place and we did the usual and cuddled. I thought hookers were all drug addicts and girls from broken families before I went into the session. I did know that some do it to pay for tuition. Well the girl I met was very normal, like an everyday girl you would see walking down the street.  

The session cured my "oneitis", I was so relaxed afterwards. That session did what dozens of massage therapy sessions couldn't do for me and it helped me get over the agony of being hung over someone. Here I could just pay and get rather than spend hours that I didn't have on getting it for free. I also did not have to worry about her being clingy or crazy since its acceptable to just cut them off. Thank god for P4P

I substituted Pineapple juice for OJ in my Screwdriver tonight and it was good. I'm trying Rum next ... Arrrgggg

is I don't remember the 1st time. Technically I tried to buy my way into pussy from about 9 years old. It's difficult to recall the first pro, though my first review is on Ter. I do recall the 1st time on AOL I had a massage girl come to my suite, she changed into some kind of wonder woman rubber type suit threw me back on the bed and went to work. Took a good 10 years to go that route again.

My first time was a complete accident as I went to a legit massage location and the provider mentioned she also worked at a more private parlor. Curious I went a few weeks later and lucked out that she was there. Instead of the frumpy hospital style scrubs she had on this wicked party dress that had some see-through parts that totally got me fired up even before starting the massage.
Once she started it was way more sensual than the mechanical, precise therapeutic massages I had been getting, lots more teasing under the towel. Come time for the flip and it's patently obvious she did a good job and the fateful question of "Are there any other areas that need work?" comes along as she puts her hand on top of the towel. I didn't know that she legally can't remove the towel, so she just kept asking and if I needed to move anything to show her. Finally picking up on the hints I let that towel fly halfway across the room and she lit up once she actually got to see all of me standing at attention.

Just testing the waters, I opted for a handjob but I was so nervous that I couldn't pop, even after 20 minutes and some pretty great hand motions from her. Two weeks later I finally took her up on full service after reading up on the proper etiquette and had a wonderful time.
I still get nervous every time I go to a provider, even if it's one I've seen numerous times. It's equal parts thrilling, naughty, and dangerous.

in 1987.  It was in a large briefcase, half of which was batteries and the other a handset and keypad, along with a thick instruction manual.

Everyone thought it was pretty nifty.  Imagine, not having to search for a pay phone on the road!

About two years later, everyone had built-in "car phones" that had a transmitter that took up half the trunk.

A year later  came the bricks, some of which were the size of a bar stool.

I said to myself that I'd get one when it could fit in my jacket pocket.  A year later, I bought one.

It cost $600 marked down from $900, and a few months later was $300.

The auto hands free adapter was another $300 plus $200 installation.

It stored 100 numbers on speed dial.  You had to remember the names.

It cost $1.50/minute to use, plus roaming charges, applicable long distance charges,  and monthly fee.  

Lord, how it revolutionized getting to see my gals.  It was my love machine

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Don't know if it was by design, or purely coincidental, but during the second session, and mind you I'm still vulnerably nervous, someone, who she claimed was the ex boyfriend, showed up at the apartment, started angrily pounding on the front door, saying he was going to kill everyone. The two girls in the front room, without opening the door, somehow talked him down, and he went away. I was so scared, I was done, and went home.

If it was a setup, it was a bad move on her part because I never returned. Besides, I wasn't likely to return anyway as I had discovered a different website. One that would give me my first atf experience, and thousands of hours of pleasure. After that, the only time anyone knocked on the door during a session was the next client.

I new nothing about TER, P4111, screening, or anything.  I had just read a news story about nationwide police stings on prostitution, including a Canadian politician who was caught in a sting in nearby St. Paul.  I figured the cops would be tied up with the courts, and the pimps would be in hiding, so it would be the best time for me to try this.  I perused an escort ad site and started calling numbers.  I got hung up on 3 times.  On the fourth try, I finally managed to make an appointment for a provider to come to my apartment.  When she got there, I went outside to let her in, expecting someone kind of professional and cool.  I then got two of the biggest shocks of my life.  First of all, she was way better looking in person than in her pictures.  Then, to even more shock on my part, she got a huge smile on her face, yelled "HI" loud enough to draw attention a block away, and gave me a passionate hug and peck on the cheek.  Inside, she asked if she could count  the money, and advised me to put it in an envelope in the future.  She kept giving me more "guidance" as we proceeded, and I finally admitted, "I've never done this before."  She laughed.  "I can tell," she said.  Anyway, it was over quite quickly, and I was a little embarrassed that I popped so soon, so I asked her if I could do anything else for her.  She laughed and said she was fine, the best thing I could do for her was call her back sometime.  And I did.  And she's my AFT to this day...I can't believe I hit the jackpot on my first try.