Normal Disclaimer: This is all pure fantasy – any similarities to real people are purely coincidental.
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Today is the day I finally allow one of my oldest fantasies to come to fruition. I have long dreamed of spending a couple of hours with a paid escort, there’s something about paying for sex that gives me a little extra thrill, or should I say the
thought
of paying for sex adds a little intensity to my fantasies. Today I find out if reality is as exciting as my imagination.
First, a little about myself. I’m a 38 year-old male, 6’2” tall and could stand to lose a few pounds. Some women find me attractive, others do not. I’ve been married to a wonderful woman for 14 years whom I love dearly. While we do enjoy our intimate time together – the sex has become predictable and any attempts on my part to spice things up have been met with disdain and resentment. This is why I have decided to find creative sexual release elsewhere.
The thought of hiring an escort has been in the back of my perverted brain for many years but was brought to the forefront several months ago when I stumbled upon a website where escorts advertise their services. This particular website had the escorts grouped by city so I clicked on my hometown out of curiosity and saw a menu of about 20 ladies. Normally, I would just view these as I would any other pornographic website but when I visited one of the ladies home pages I noticed she had a link to reviews previous clients had written about her. She had also listed the website where these reviews originated.
Reviews??? What was this?
My biggest obstacle to pursuing time with an escort was my fear of being ripped-off or, worse yet, being arrested as part of a sting operation. As I perused this site, again with separate forums for each active city, I was intrigued. Perhaps this website could significantly reduce my concerns with pursuing this fantasy. Fortunately, my hometown had a very active forum and it wasn’t long before I had learned as much as I could about this “hobby” without actually participating in it.
After several months of periodically reviewing the other “hobbiest’s” posts, I was able to create a short list of ladies who I thought could provide me with a good, first-time experience. Finally, I decided it was now or never so I sent two of the ladies an e-mail with the information they required for screening new clients. Each of the ladies requirements were a little different but this information generally consisted of my real name, place of employment and their main phone number (to verify my employment), and a preferred method for them to contact me (e-mail, cell phone, etc.) and 2 references if I had previously seen other providers. While I was a little nervous about sending this information, I recognized that these ladies’ reputations and occupation required them to be discrete with their inquiries.
One of the ladies responded via e-mail within a couple of hours politely turning down my request to spend time with her as she “was not accepting new clients at this time but appreciated my interest in her” and encouraged me to check back with her in a couple of months. While I was disappointed I had half-expected this response as she was one of the more popular providers on the review website. Happily, I received a call on my direct line at work from the other lady the next day. When she told me who she was and that she would love to get acquainted, I was so excited I almost came in my pants! I felt like a high-school kid asking a girl out on his first.
Once I got over my school-boy nervousness we managed to set a date for the next day as well as the time (noon) and location (a decent motel close to my office). I was so distracted that night my wife asked me, “What’s wrong with you this evening?” I just mumbled something about a big meeting the next day at work and I just couldn’t get my mind off of it (if she only knew how true that was!). Finally, this morning came and I had to get ready.
After I took my shower, I ate breakfast, gave my wife a kiss good-bye and went to the bank to withdraw the lady’s fee plus some extra from my personal account and went on to work. I don’t remember what I did that morning except to look at my watch every fifteen minutes waiting for the appointed time to arrive. Finally, the time has come to go and after telling my boss I had a doctor’s appointment at lunch and might be gone more than the usual hour, I hop into my vehicle and practically race to the motel while chewing on mint gum as this lady had stated bad breath was a major turn-off for her.