A blast from the past...anal confession

Many years ago....in a land far, far away...

I was about to have the most rockin one night stand with this guy I was conversing with online for a few weeks. We met up at a club. We had some drinks and danced and he was hot and I was hot for him. The night came to an end and we headed to his small studio apartment. As we arrived, I could feel I needed to use the toilet, but I refused to do something like THAT at his place. We started playing around and  as the passion grew with great force, the feeling of having to go subsided.

Full throttle from the very beginning...sucking, licking, exploring, and fucking with pictures and video. Nothing was not done...including the finale of ANAL! Hot with desire and passion, I had forgotten I needed to go. In the slow and hot build up of entry, I was ready! Once in the right gear, he slowly upshifted until he was in 6th ...when the oil gasket blew! With every thrust, my passion spewed...literally. He was unwavering in his excitement and continued on until he reached his destination. Upon finishing, he was calm and relaxed and quite sympathetic. Shit happens right! Meanwhile, I was mortified, but refused to show it. We cleaned up and changed the sheets like it was nothing. We then laid down in each others arms and enjoyed the pictures we took and reminisced on all our fun. We were both high from the excitement of the great sex we had just experienced, but in the back of my mind, I could not wait for him to go to sleep, so I may use his toilet in peace. Well, somewhat peace...I knew there was going to be WWIII going on just steps away from his bed. He finally drifts away to dreamland and I get up quietly to take my moment. I sit on the toilet and let the demons out. Slowly not to create tremors. I waited to release between his snores. I could not believe the satisfaction of that very movement once it was over. I go to flush the toilet and get into the shower, when the next level of my nightmare begins...the toilet begins to over flow. Oh GOD please no...nooooooooooo! I take the lid off the back and try to get the lever back on to prevent more overspill...then look for the plunger and it is nowhere to be found. I can handle this, but please God let me do this without waking him up!

I finally get the toilet to stop flowing and he is still snoring along. I put the lid down and sit on the toilet and think about how to handle this situation without a plunger. After pondering my options for 20 minutes, I clean up all that I can and come to the conclusion: I must face the music. I have to wake him up and have him help me clean up my shit. Or could I just leave and never speak to him again? That was an option, but then what if I saw him out? He would remember me as the girl who killed his toilet and left. Nope, not an option. Face the music it was to be. I woke him up and asked for help...

Needless to say, after that dreadful yet fun and adventurous night, we became a couple and were together for over 2 years!

Sometimes, the root of your desire goes well beyond your trunk

In the last year and a half I have studied the sexual nature of myself and men from all over the world. I have exposed and experienced idiocy, extreme perversions, tenderness, longing, success and downfalls. The most interesting thing I have come across is the hidden desire for something real through the force of online anonymity. I have trolled sex ads, placed sex ads, sold my sex, my body and essence and shared all for the world to see and experience through word or in the flesh. What I discovered through all the myriad facades is:

The majority of men have perverse ideas in their heads. Ideas spoon fed from pornography: how many places can I stick my cock, how can I tear that up, the submission of a woman tending to his piece, him performing an act that appears to be turning her on or getting her off or even going to an extreme of turning something completely disgusting into a complete raw form of enjoyment. In other words, the ecstasy of completely letting go to every and all inhibitions.

Men also have a romanticized drive of what sex should be for them. They have a desire for physical contact, touching, being touched, being pleased equally to pleasing. The disconnection or connection they have falters in the communication and expression of desire and imagination of desire.

Online anonymity provides a platform to express ones self in this pornographic alter ego and play in the realm of fantasy. But really this alter ego is merely a manifestation of something, I think even most men do not realize and that is this romanticized desire that links them closer to a woman. I know you probably think I am full of shit, but working as a whore and meeting many, many, many men in the "anonymous" realm of fantasy, the outcome or reality supports my argument.

85% of the men that seek me out and book me are married or in a relationship
10% of the men are successful and attractive men, who just have no time for seeking or sustaining a relationship
5% are just insecure or really the stereotypical guys who could not get a woman if they tried

The factor they all have in common: they all seek companionship, closeness and to fulfill desire for something they do not have.

The men who are married seek most of all: tenderness, attention, the feeling of being desired and of course excitement! Obviously the things that are lacking in their everyday relationships. Sure, they may approach me with some crazy pornographic idea of what they would like to do, but ultimately, they wanted to be ABLE to express this type of desire without judgment or immediate denial. Once meeting in the flesh, their comfortability and feeling of freedom, because of the openness, their true desire and essence is exposed.  Many of course do not do the things they say they think they want to do, rather they take their time and enjoy the open company and fall prey to the moment and the natural forces of two souls coming together.

The single, successful and attractive men with no time, know exactly what they want and waste no time expressing it and doing it. They are not bogged down by the emotion of dissatisfaction of a relationship. They do not pretend for a moment and take advantage of this fantasy world alongside the give and take. They value their time and investment and make the most of it. Their fantasy and realistic desire to be touched and to touch, to give and receive collide and usually with a sonic boom.

The 5% of insecure or stereotypical men are really broken into two groups. Wanting the connection and the "know how" and those that are completely perverse and have no desire for anything other than their pornographic manifestations.

The insecure use the anonymity as a shield to protect them from embarrassment. Many express themselves opposite to who they really are to help build themselves up or keep it as real as possible and with only a few embellishments for fear of "me" meeting them in the flesh and feeling incompetent. These men really seek the chance to make a woman feel like a goddess, since in their real lives, they have no one. They want to know what it is like to be touched and to touch and make a woman happy and usually have little regard for self gratification.

On the other side of the spectrum...is the extreme perverse. They have no ability to communicate or express themselves outside this pornographic fantasy land. The anonymity allows them to be "the supernatural porn star" they could never be in real life. Of course, some whores will cater to this persona for an easy buck and it is a shame to see this behavior perpetuated. Especially when there are very good techniques some of us have to reveal and play on these desires in other ways.  For these men, the goal is to remove any and all emotion from the equation and test the limits of physical gratification and pay no attention to why they would want to do the things they do.

The Ignorance of Men Desperate for Sex

Creating silly Craigslist ads is a fun way to pass time and seems to be a popular form of entertainment... not just for myself, but for many others. Yesterday after reading through some of the personal ads in the Berlin chapter, I was inspired! I decided once again to see how far some men would go for sex.

Hottie with a Surprise!

“I am a very attractive blond woman. I live alone and need some sex. I have herpes but do not like to use condoms. Are there any good looking men out there...well that don't mind?”

This is very scary guys and gals! Here are only the first few responses. Sadly no pics were made available to match a face/cock to the ignorance.

From P.

I guess that is not infectious, hmm? I am interested and hope that you
are real. I am German, tall, well educated, clean and just need some
distraction. So if you are still up for it, please let me know. Best ..

Dear Mr. P…..you are obviously NOT a well-educated man and in your statement identifying yourself as German is shameful to all Germans. Not only is Herpes contagious…there is no cure. If it goes undiagnosed you could get early onset dementia and when you have your outbreaks nice juicy sore red pustules take over your entire penis! Which would you prefer?

From Jeff K

I must say thats the first I see an ad such as this, I like the honesty! you seam like a boiling steamer ! 

Dear Jeff K,

I have many steaming boils, that was the point. Would you like them on your mouth or all over your cock? Honesty is only half the battle.

From Megane Trish

hi,

i'm interested & i don't mind your herpes ;-) 

 

Dear Megane,

 

You really should care about my herpes…even if you already have them…who knows what else I may have?

 

From Michael  Mclaughlin

That is a sick post and you are not real. 

Dear Michael,

I think you may be the only man here able to maintain blood flow to both heads at once!! J

 

From Braziliian Guy Cara Legal

Hey there, im a good looking brazilian guy in berlin now. I would like to meet you.. Where are you?   Dear Braziliian Guy,   No offence, but in the sexually educated reality, Brazil is number one in the modern world for HIV. Why? Because of your twisted idea about anal penetration not being considered sex! Having anal intercourse with young ladies to “preserve her virginity” and since you do not consider anal as sex, there is of course no need for a condom! Having herpes is bad enough, I do not want a dose of HIV or whatever else may be clinging on to your balls.

 

From Martin Martino

hi there,

 

just saw your post.

if you real lets really make it happen.

 

I am a handsome, typical artist in Berlin, not desperate for sex but really fancy a spontaneous meeting with sazzy stranger

I am 33, skim, dark chocolate skin, black curls and all that jazz.

 

dont ask for naked photo that ot gonna happen

if you up for it we can meet in a ice cozy bar and see how it goes

I have standard too ;-)

so,...

Dear Martin,

So would it be safe to say that “typical artists” go slathering their cocks in any canvas? Why would I want a naked pic to begin with? One, I am not a man and two if I am a herpes infected nasty bitch who wants to fuck you without a condom, why would I give a sit about what you look like? Please clarify your standards….that is what I thought, any woman that would not walk out of the bar after meeting you J


From Benny

By the way it is not really a surprise if you tell before they unpack the present. The best answer might be: I do mind, because you'll endanger everyone who is careless enough.

Then again I guess your revealing post suggests that in fact a lot of people don't give a liquid fart about their health or the health of others. Quiet sad, quiet stupid, quiet egoistic.

Without writing about that Herpes you'd even have ten times more replies of people who are willing to have condomless sex with a total stranger. You should strike there next time.

Nicely done, strangress/stranger.
You're my hero/in of the day.

Later From Michael Mclaughlin

Ok, this is Michael, one of your posters. You know, the guy with blood flowing to both ends. I might add I turned the post into CL for removal I found it so offensive. So was there any, uh, prize or reward for doing the right thing? Shouldn't right moral courage be rewarded? I am not talking about you owe me a casual encounter, but how about an ice cream? A cup of coffee? Order of fries?

Just asking.  Michael  Since I am a curious sort why did you run the ad? I wonder if women would respond in the same way? I sure hope not. No, women are not that bloody stupid.

 

Hello Michael,

I remember who you are. I want to congratulate for a great job in policing Craigslist for inappropriate behavior. Why did I do it? Consider it a wake up call or a public service announcement.

I do this on occasion to show 1. women how far men will go 2. to show how ridiculous the responses are 3. to prove a point about ignorance....but this one in particular, to show how easy it could be to catch a disease. Many of these men on CL are married or have girlfriends...and I know for a fact that many of them cruise the site with much luck, only to (if I were real, in this case) to have risked their (significant others) health and lives for one moment of bliss.  

It is meant to be offensive! Because it is! Sometimes in the anonymous world where anything goes, some blip of reality must surface from time to time. So no, no prize...I do not ever reward bad behavior.

As far as women responses....the only female responses were....thank you and this is disgusting! Do not even begin to think that women behave and react to sex in the same way as men do....when they do, it is only an act or because that is the only way they were taught to attract a man in the first place. There is no doubt that women have desires and kinky desires at that.But the way we desire and who we desire is not lost in blood flow between our nether regions and our brains.

 

From Ashley (A woman I am guessing)

 

OMG! This is sad and funny at the same time! You are brilliant !

We are all whores! II

We are all whores!

 

If this offends you, then perhaps this is not the blog for you. This is the true story of a woman who embraced her sexuality and discovered personal success in peddling her own natural resources as a whore.

 

There is a reason this is the oldest profession. But I declare it is one of the world’s most honest professions, yet yields a harsh reputation. It is clearly in demand, for that is why it exists. One could say a woman cheapens herself when she takes remunerations for her services, but this is surely not the case, when so many give it away for free.

 

If you think whores are limited to women who walk the street and tempt you with their seemingly enchanting goods, you are wrong. Think about it, every day you wake up at some God awful hour to go to work, usually doing something that takes from you more than it gives in return. Every day you compromise your principles, you sacrifice your health, your family, your time…and for what, for who? For some boss or several bosses that will always get paid more to do less. But make no mistake, they too are whores. They too must pay the piper in some way, but usually it is at your expense. Their dilemma lies in their conscience and it is not for us to see.

 

Think about life in only black and white and in the view of consumers and producers. You are programmed to think you are the consumer, but you really are only a producer, that consumes. The more you desire, the more you need, the more you must produce. Yet, you are not rewarded in time or money the more you produce, so why do you produce more? When you delve into your work until 10 at night and have left what is important alone, do you even take the time to revel in the consumables you have? Do you think about all the memories you have sacrificed? Have you realized your resource and potential and compared it to your sacrifices?

 

The boss on the other hand, has no need to think about these things, because having you as his slave, he has time to enjoy his consumables and make memories. But he as the ultimate consumer, who also produces, must continue his standard of living for fear of one day becoming you.

 

Some whores sacrifice all the things that are important in life as a slave, because either they are willing to sacrifice their children, their wives, or their health to survive or in hopes to ultimately become the boss. While some whores are willing to sacrifice those things on your behalf as a rule of survival of the fittest. This whore is the biggest whore of all. The big whore knows the worth and value of the slave and buys him at the cheapest rate, just enough to keep that carrot on the stick alluring. The cheap whore goes along with this rate, because he himself never knew his worth, nor did he demand it.

 

So when you drive off to work, leaving your beautiful wife and your children at that God awful hour in your fancy car, your clunker, or even the train, take a good look around you and you will see how small you are in the sea of cheap whores. Perhaps you will have the strength to say, WTF?

 

The only difference with the whore who works as such openly and you is that she has come to terms with her enslavement. She has found something of herself that has value, that is marketable and manageable and on her own terms. She has not only separated herself from the sea of cheap whores in denial, but she has weighed the worth and value and demands it up front. The business transaction is made without further debt. The client gets what he pays for and she can live in reasonable comfort, luxury, have time to build memories, raise her children, and even have her health. If she plays it smart, she can even build something for her offspring. Sounds a little like marriage, don’t you think, but with no strings attached.  In the case of the whore, her title is clearly placed on her door.

 

The truth is, the sooner we acknowledge that we are all whores, the sooner we can find our personal worth and demand it. 

Beaten on the Post

 

 

 

 

It was a warm summer evening in July, my country's day of independence, yet I could not be any further away from the waving stars and stripes and beer can hat holders. No, I was in my beloved Berlin on a train to Spandau wearing nothing but a corset under a rain coat and knee high boots. I had been summoned by my "master" to meet in the woods for several hours of nature, sekt, and spanking. The long ride gave me time to imagine what people were thinking as they looked at me, my attire, and expression. I was very turned on by my request for the evening, but did not know how turned on I was until my bare ass touched the seat as I sat down. I felt so dirty and exposed, but I think that is what he wanted me to feel, although he was not there to see it. The longer the ride, the more I was turned on, thinking about what he would do to me in the deep dark forest.

When I entered the car, he told me to open the glove box. There inside was my 300€ ans a dog collar and line. He told me to remove both of them and explained that once I put on the collar, I am his bitch to do what he says. He placed the collar around my neck and kissed my forehead. We drove for about 20 minutes, so my fear of being too far away from civilization was calmed. As we drove he placed his fingers between my lips and then tasted me and said he could not wait for his little slave to remove her jacket. We arrived just at dusk to a recently cleared pasture lined with what seemed like never ending green. He had been there a few days before to mark the path to a special place. He led my line until we reached our first post, where he finally told me to remove my coat. I disbanded my belt and slow and decisively I unzipped my jacket and let it fall to the ground, exposing my shimmering white skin in the light of the full moon.

 

My master took hold of my leash and brushed the cool metal links across my breasts, as he studied the form of his beloved slave girl. He soaked in the details of my curves, how my hair fell on to my back, all the way to the crease of my posterior and then gab her a gentle slap and grip. He then began to lead me into the woods, but found it a struggle to guide the way and keep his eyes on me, and suddenly he said stop! You will lead the way....I want to watch your ass as you walk. Although it was dark, my skin was a complete glow, I myself could not stop looking down upon my breasts and enjoying the view in the moonlight. The excitement made my nipples hard and the warm breeze through my exposed ocelot made her begin to pulsate in her provocation.

 

I was secure in my trust for my master. This was not a problem, as I was quite aroused. As we continued our way into the thicket, I became slightly startled when I heard a herd of wild boar scrambling through the bushes just ahead. I maintained my composure and made as much noise walking as I could, so to keep them away. After all, I will be tied up helpless to a tree! We continued to a small and quaint open valley. Surrounded by tall trees was an open patch of plain seated just below the warm gaze of the moon. All I could do was soak in the elements of nature around me and  I could not be anymore at peace. Feeling the fresh air in my lungs, on my lips, and dancing on my skin, I also never felt more sexy. My master commanded me to place my palms on a tree in the corner, while he laid out a blanket, our toys, a pillow, and some wine. When he completed his task, he requested that I join him for a libation. But first, he placed the shackles around my wrists for me not to forget my place.

 

After our moment of basking in the moonlight with our wine, he asked me if I remembered my positions for command. For a moment I had forgotten, as it had been some months since our last session. In my hesitation he exclaimed, for that you shall be punished. He shoved his cock in my mouth and smothered me until I was deprived of just enough air. He pulled back and gave me a small smack across the face and grabbed my lips tightly pulling them to his and then he kissed me passionately. Now, he said, what is the position for awaiting orders? I placed the pillow on the ground and delicately bent down to my knees with spread legs, my hands behind my back, and my head bowing in submission. Good girl, he said, as he rubbed his cock along the back of my neck, unbeknown this place on my body is one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. However, there was no hiding my arousal in this moment, as he placed his fingers between my legs and felt the cool wetness dripping from my lips. Triumphantly he gave her a spank and then licked the nectar from the palm of his hand.

 

He then commanded me to the punishment position. I had no problems with my commands, as all was coming back to me... it was like riding a bike. I slowly stood up and walked over to the tree placing my palms open embracing the bark. I bent my ass out as far as I could with a completely arched back, legs spread...completely exposed. Nothing but silence for a moment, until I heard the crack of the riding crop across my ass. For sure, I heard the cracking of the object across my ass, long before I felt it. Several cracks, I could hear, feel, sense nothing but the echoing of the cracks in the dark wood. The sound was invigorating. However, he could sense my complete enjoyment and therefore he stopped.

 

 

My last command was to show him the position for desire. I slowly move away from my corner to the blanket spread. Deliberately angling my body in co-ordinance with the light of the moon, I got on all fours, reached behind and spread myself open to him. I do not know what came over me, but I suppose it was the nature and my full exposure in it, but my pussy was throbbing. My master could sense this, so he refrained from touching me, rather he lifted me up by my hair and then gently caressed my face and told me how beautiful I was, just before he shoved his cock back into my mouth. There in the open nature, our audience of trees, random hidden animals, and the moon and stars above, I blew him deep and hard until he was about to cum....and he pulled away. It was not until he could not take any more that he pushed me back and began to lick and taste my juices. Playing with my asshole with his tongue and encircling it with his fingers, that I exploded all over his face. A never ending torrent of liquid alacrity spewed from my crevice.

 

The howling of my deepest passion roared in unison with the fireworks spectacle in the next town. This added the perfect ambiance to express my enthusiasm for this particular moment in my sex. The green, red, and blue light from above cascaded against my body illuminating the curvature of my breasts and my facial features. The out poor of my ecstasy left my body completely destitute and we took a few moments to intimately reflect on our actions and replenish our strength for what was to come next.

 

 

 

After our pause, my master picked up the ropes and a few toys and a headlamp and guided me deeper into the forest. Earlier he had found a couple of smaller trees close enough together to tether me to. Standing me in an X formation, he slowly tied each wrist and each ankle to my hosts. He then blindfolded me and gagged my mouth. he left me standing there, wanting, desiring, and teasing with silence. The anticipation built up and my pussy was once again dripping. out of nowhere I hear the lovely sound once again of the clapping of my ass, this time with a paddle. He alternated in paddling my ass and tweaking my nipples until he could no longer resist. I heard him open the condom wrapper and for some reason, this is a huge turn on. Then I feel him penetrate my pussy with his cock, finally being filled, I could not stop the rush of liquid as I felt it run down my legs. Not being able to get the perfect position to climax, he released me from my ties, grabbed my collar and pulled me to our place in the grass, bent me over and gave it to me hard. As he was about to cum, he quickly removed his condom and exploded his sperm all over my face. He took the time to gaze upon my face and enjoy the reflective glimmer of his seed in the moons grace.

 

 

 

 

The Embodyment of In.no.sense

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We are all whores!

AnonymousJune 30, 2012 6:30 AM

"Get a real job you fucking filthy slut. I bet you couldn't handle that could you? Fucking stupid whore-keep spreading your legs for every Tom dick and Harry. You'll catch every STD in no time. Next thing you know you'll be laying on a gyn table with your legs spread getting cryotherapy for the hpv you contracted. You can get it through a condom by the way. This job will fuck you up mentally and emotionally in the long run. You'll hate men and probably become gay. Drugs-drink-you'll do it all eventually. Do yourself a favour and go back to school. 50 euro for your life is ridiculous!"

Thank you for your comments and citicisms...most welcome. Especially coming from someone who knows such big words! Cryotherapy, that is a nice 50 cent word thrown into the mix of abreviated words and thought processes.

You obviously have missed the point, but that is ok! Americans are norotious for being ignorant, not knowing how to read, and well critical thinking is especially a known handicap. You obviously stumbled upon my site looking for a whore, or better yet, some kind of fellatious stimulation based on the experience of others, as I am sure you have a problem finding it on your own.

Again, thank you for your critique, but I suggest next time before you raise your hand to ask the teacher a stupid question, read and try, just try to comprehend what you are reading first.

the very best
Aimmee

I still stand by the theory that many still have a moral repugnance for the utilization of a whore, prostitute, cortisan, escort, companion....what ever you would like to call it, but the simple fact is, if we weren't in demand, we would not exist. One may not for himself pay a whore for service that he may or may not otherwise receive, but by visiting my site and reading what I write, one does get off on the idea of, at the very least.

Is being a whore, my life long dream? Is it what I want to do for the rest of my life? No!

Whores, start 'em young!

Then why do I do it? Why did I become a whore? What will the repercussions be from be a whore...mentally and physically? Will I hate men in the end? Will I become a lesbian? Will I become an acloholic or drug addict, like the anonymous ignoratous previously assumed!? 

If anyone has been following my writing from the beginning, you know pretty much where I come from mentally and sexually and that these assumptions are absord and on many levels! We have already established my vast educational background, we have already established that, I only ever have safe sex and for the record, even when I am in a commited relationship, I have always used condoms. I cannot really turn into a lesbian simply because I have been living as a whore, as I lived as a lesbian for 6 years before starting this profession, (not to mention you are born gay, it is not a choice. If dislike, frustration, and misunderstanding of the opposite sex where a precursor to homsexuality, their would be no straight men left in this world.) and most importantly, I do what I do not just because I need to survive (writing does not pay well), but because I love doing it!

The simple fact is...I will admit, I do not trust men and if anything that my profession and life experience has tought me, is that my distrust for men is not completely unfounded. However, how I choose to view, cope, deal, utilize, or live with this knowledge is not reflectant in any way of hating men for this distrust. Distrust in my case, is my problem to own. I simply utilize and profit off of the fact that, most men will cheat and that men are creatures of nature and not societal constraints. So in the end, one cannot really hate men for this seemingly distatseful flaw, but rather hate how societal constraints limit men from performing properly based on biological and natural laws.

It is in societal constraints and personal expectations of relationships, marriage, and individual insecurity, mostly with women, that men are told to ignore their sexual desires, urges, and nature. So really, when a man I am on love with steps out and needs something at that moment, that I cannot or will not give him, how can I hate him for it? The societal constraints posed by Man, are set to assume that we are all the same, the same in thought processes, desires, beliefs, needs, etc. and they go against the very bilogical foundations of being human.

Is it fair to assume, that because a man utilizes the services of a whore, that the whore or himself has a higher chance of contracting an STD, than someone having sex for free? I do not think so. For me at least, as I cannot speak for other whores, but because I am in close physical contact with a higher rate of men, I am even more careful in respect to using condoms and practicing safe sex. Plus, explicitely, if a man is stepping out of his relationship with a whore, does he really want to get caught knocking up a prostitute or contracting a disease and giving it to his partner?  I also think that men who generally use the service of an escort have a better sense to use a condom, knowing in the back of their mind, that she is more frequently engaged with other sexual partners, compared to some who go out on the town, goes clubbing or drinking and partaking in the use of drugs, and end up in bed with a stranger. In this setting, being with an escort is much more controlled, not to mention here in Berlin, where prostitution is legal, our social medicine covers our frequent STD panels.

75% of my clients are married, 15% are single men who are too busy in their careers to go out and meet and maintain a proper relationship, based on societal constraints and expectations(at least they know their own limitations), while the remaining 10% are just regular guys wanting to have fun and explore or unable to find a girlfriend due to shyness, maybe not being attractive enough, or have some kind of flaw. Now you do the math! Is my general distrust for men unfounded?  Do I appear to hate men for acting on their natural instincts? I hope you answer yes to the first and no to the second. :)

What I do hate in men, is that when they do act upon these natural instincts, urges, and desires, that I myself do understand, they feel it is ok to act inapropriately. That they cannot control their actions enough with themselves to attain what they desire with gratitude and respect. Some men or boys, however you want to look at it, feel that women are only here to serve them sexually. The need to exercise gentlemenlike behavior and maintain a rational thought during the process is seemingly nonexistant. For example, when responding to an ad on Craigslist: A woman will post an ad, sexual or not...it really does not matter, the majority of the respondances are a man sending nothing but a picture of their cock, or what I call a cock handshake. They take absolutely no time at all to actually read the ad, decide if it really appeals to them, nor do they take a moment to write something dignified or sincere, (even if it is false sincerity), to try and convince the woman why she should choose him or in this case, why this cock is better than the other 75 cocks! Men, by doing this....constantly shoving cocks in our faces only tells us 2 things about you: 1 that you are in fact only as good as your cock, and in most cases, they are not as brilliant as you would like to think they are,  2 that you have absolutely no respect for women and view them only as sex objects (free whores). 

Are women covered to hide their sexuality or sex from men? or is it a mark of mens' inability to view women as anything more than a sex object?

Putting it into this perspective, the men I have just described,  are many I am sad to say. For this reason alone, if I were just a regular girl, not a contracted sex worker, would I have a reason to hate men? So one could say, that the natural response for women to this mentality is to demand payment, if in fact they will be treated like a cum gargling whore anyway. At least from where stand, as an Escort, I choose my clients based on their capacity to maintain a coherent, thoughtful, and respectful inquiry to my services, while having little to no blood flow to the brain. I challenge all the men out their to give it a try....in the end you may actually get what it is you desire!

Until I find the man I desire fully, who respects me, adores me, and wants to dedicate himself to me, within the boundaries and expectations I dictate for myself comes along, I will remain a whore, an escort...receiving the best moments each client can offer... keeping it real, one hour at a time!

I seriously invite my readers to comment and provide their own perspectives.