What would you do if the escort you meet is someone you know?

[Decadentme]

Did she offer BJ or FS?

No idea. Never met with her (sexually) or spoke with her about the hobby. Only in civilian life.

I would love to know the details, however, if anyone actually had the pleasure of playing with her.

DM.

[LoveTheCurves]

True. And I know girls who have outed themselves and been celebrated for being reformed from their past. Me being outed would not have been so warmly received.

DM.

Did she offer BJ or FS?

[Miketastic69]

I have seen providers out in the wild several times but this recent one has me completely shook.

I split time between Vegas, Philly and Florida. A few years ago I had a regular escort I saw weekly in Vegas. Mainly at hotels, but once I took her to my condo and she loved it. She stayed with me for like a week and asked me a bunch of question about buying in my building. I didn't take her seriously because she was always broke and giving money to family. Since I started traveling every single month I stopped seeing her like two years ago.

Christmas morning 2021, I'm taking out the trash and about to hit up a strip club and I see a tiny dog with a huge bow running down the hall behind me. Then, a cute 5 year old comes running after the dog. As I'm looking at the girl and the dog, I see some Ugg boots and lululemon toned legs walking to retrieve them both. When I made eye contact, it was my girl. Red long hair and gymnast physique on beautiful display right in front of me. I couldn't even speak. I was thunderstruck. Well I didn't go anywhere that evening and found reasons to be outside hoping to get another glimpse of her. Finally, like a week (eternity) passes and I saw her coming in with groceries and we talked just briefly. Summary: got married, stopped providing, working on her degree, and the husband had no clue of her past. Daughter was hers and was staying with her mom during her incall / outcall phase. Here's the kicker. I know her husband. He lived in the building for a while and we have played golf once and I saw him at the strip club before.

[Bunker Buster]

Back in the late '80's or so, there was a South American woman in Georgetown who did massage, and ended with a great tit job as part of the session. She always laughed as her neck and chin got sprayed. I can't remember her name, but maybe someone here will.

There was a girl in my apartment building, whose name I've also long forgotten, that I used to see in the elevator and chat up. She lived with an older guy, and I never knew or asked what the relationship was. Eventually, things ended up where she'd duck down to my place for an hour or so of pleasure.

I hadn't seen her for a while, then my worlds collided. I walked into the South American lady's studio, and she was talking to the girl from my building. There was no pretending at that point, so I just asked "what are you doing here?" She said the massage lady was her friend.

She said goodbye and left, and I never found out how they knew each other, or whether the girl from my apartment building was dipping her toe into the massage world. If I remember correctly, we even hooked up again and I tried to probe a bit into what she was doing there and how they knew each other, but she only said they were friends, and nothing more.

The South American lady also had other girls working for her, and I ended up getting their phone numbers and seeing them when they stopped working for her. There was a little gymnast I used to drive down to Waldorf to see, and a chubby girl who also lived in Waldorf, that I think I eventually got FS with.

The South American lady got deported by '91 or so.

[Decadentme]

That's crazy. But by outing you she would have outed herself!

True. And I know girls who have outed themselves and been celebrated for being reformed from their past. Me being outed would not have been so warmly received.

DM.

[LoveTheCurves]

The world is too small and I am confident that she would have outed me, when she went back to being a civilian.

That's crazy. But by outing you she would have outed herself!

[Decadentme]

Blue Gems now blurs the faces of the girls. Had they done that back then then you might have ended up with her. Pretty crazy!

Good point. That would have been wonderful and horrible, both at the same time. The world is too small and I am confident that she would have outed me, when she went back to being a civilian.

She will always be one of my greatest fantasies.

;-)

DM

[TheYoungMonger]

This wasn't Brittany / Brittany Snow, who worked for PL & Tyson's Girls and a few other places up and down the East Coast? Bulgarian, one messed-up tooth in the front? I'd definitely describe her the way you did, down to the blowjob (almost, I've had a few better, hah). I saw her while browsing WYP not long after meeting her through TG. She was the first provider I saw.

Sounds like we are talking about the same person, but I wasn't a member of those agencies.

[Lobsid]

1st coworker found his friend's daughter on craigslist? He ask me to bang her, so I could give him the details. F-up part my friend ask his buddy out for drinks with me. Ex-military guys from back in the day are crazy.

2nd I meet a girl on Seeking. Got to talking to her in the hotel, and we both realize I use to work with her dad. I still bbfscip her. Now every time I comment on her dad's Facebook post I can't help but smile.

[Jackbenimble17]

Years ago I notice SS on the ad boards (believe it was CL) like the look and wanted to try. Months later I'm getting lunch at my go to deli and guess who was in front of me in line, wearing a long fur coat and dressed to the nines in the middle of the work day. This urban deli is close to a few hotels where I visited providers in the past. Within a week I'm devouring her in her in all near same deli! We joked about the encounter but she didn't remember seeing me. Good times!

[Itfcd]

I met a girl on a sugar dating website a few years back. She is Eastern European and was staying at a hotel in Tyson's. I was much greener back then so I didn't see the signs. We had a platonic meet and greet one night where we walked around and talked for a few hours. It was nice. She was very friendly, had a good sense of humor and decently cute. I'd say a 6. 5/10 face and a 9. 5/10 body.

We continued texting over the course of the next week or so. One night, while browsing a local escort agency's website, I noticed one of the girls visiting bore a striking resemblance to the girl I had been texting. The face was blurred out so I wasn't 100% sure. I wasn't shy to bring it up, and sure enough, it was her. Long story short, we met a few more times and I got what I still consider the best BJ of my life.

We still chat to this day. Good times!

This wasn't Brittany / Brittany Snow, who worked for PL & Tyson's Girls and a few other places up and down the East Coast? Bulgarian, one messed-up tooth in the front? I'd definitely describe her the way you did, down to the blowjob (almost, I've had a few better, hah). I saw her while browsing WYP not long after meeting her through TG. She was the first provider I saw.

[LoveTheCurves]

Here's my story and my contribution to get this thread started.

For business reasons, I know a certain, nice, conservative, middle-aged lady.

One day, I'm with my SO, at a friend's party. I meet this tiny, waify girl, with little puffies, who triggers my spidey-senses. (They're always right, about meeting a sex worker, because I've dated so many strippers, been with so many escorts, to so many foreign brothels, and so many AMPs.) I'm sure alot of you dirty dogs also have finely honed spidey-senses.

The rest of that party and the next days, I keep thinking about how my spidey-senses were triggered and my caveman instincts are screaming at me to somehow find a way to spend some touchy-feely time with the girl that I met.

Next, I find out that she's the aforementioned middle-aged lady's daughter.

A few days later, I run into the daughter, in my very small town. (one stop sign). Spidey-senses are triggererd, conce more. Can't think about anything else, for the rest of the day, except for playing with her puffies and boning her. She then reaches out and friends me on FaceBook. We know a ton of the same people. (Again, small town). She asks if she can come to my house and teach me some yoga. I'm dying to say yes, except for the fact that my SO lives with me and is self-employed, working out of my house. This girl doesn't know about my spidey-senses and doesn't know that I am certain that she's a sex worker. What does that mean? Of course, it means that I can't have her over to teach me yoga.

Now, I'm dying to have her. She's a tiny waif, little puffies, cute, just the way that I like my girls.

Some of you might ask, then why don't I go and have some fun with the SO, to take the edge off. I'm sure that you understand what I'm about to say, wherein I could proceed to have relations with my SO, but that wouldn't do. I have to now experience the thrill of meeting up with someone sexually unknown to me, to have that fresh excitement, that titillating experience of the initial forbidden fruit.

Same day, I'm trolling through escort sites, ads, PV sites, AMP reviews, TER, them, etc. I look into BlueGems, and who do I see? My tiny waif, with little puffies! (She was Alexandra, at BlueGems.) And to see those sexy, provocative pics! Wow! Wow! Wow!

Now, I'm really dying to have her. She's within reach. I'm struggling with the cognitive dissonance. Dare I throw all caution to the wind?

Many days, many weeks, I struggled. Never making that call. The fact that we already know each other, that she triggered the carnal lust of my spidey-senses, that we know a ton of the same people, that we both live in the same small town, makes it even, more exciting to consider looking as far over the cliff as I possibly can, to see how far I can lean, without falling into the pit of destruction.

Nobody knows that I'm a monger and my straight-laced world would never tolerate it.

Next, she got married, and a few months later, dropped off the BlueGems site. (Yes, she was at BlueGems while she was engaged and married!

Much to my dismay, I still run into her and her mom, on occasion.

It kills me.

She will always be my greatest fantasy.

I know that I did the right thing, by not seeing how far I could lean over the cliff. Damn.

(FOR THE RECORD, THE ABOVE STORY IS FICTION, OF COURSE. Wink wink).

Blue Gems now blurs the faces of the girls. Had they done that back then then you might have ended up with her. Pretty crazy!

[Decadentme]

Thanks to the Wayback Machine, here is an archived page featuring the young lady being discussed:

https://web.archive.org/web/20190911...ies/alexandra/

The torturous part is that she and I are friends on FaceBook.

What I would do to have some sort of topless or see through or nude pics... or even better, the pleasure of reading someone's lusty report about her.

DM.

[TheYoungMonger]

I met a girl on a sugar dating website a few years back. She is Eastern European and was staying at a hotel in Tyson's. I was much greener back then so I didn't see the signs. We had a platonic meet and greet one night where we walked around and talked for a few hours. It was nice. She was very friendly, had a good sense of humor and decently cute. I'd say a 6. 5/10 face and a 9. 5/10 body.

We continued texting over the course of the next week or so. One night, while browsing a local escort agency's website, I noticed one of the girls visiting bore a striking resemblance to the girl I had been texting. The face was blurred out so I wasn't 100% sure. I wasn't shy to bring it up, and sure enough, it was her. Long story short, we met a few more times and I got what I still consider the best BJ of my life.

We still chat to this day. Good times!

[Max #01]

Here's my story and my contribution to get this thread started.

For business reasons, I know a certain, nice, conservative, middle-aged lady.

One day, I'm with my SO, at a friend's party. I meet this tiny, waify girl, with little puffies, who triggers my spidey-senses. (They're always right, about meeting a sex worker, because I've dated so many strippers, been with so many escorts, to so many foreign brothels, and so many AMPs.) I'm sure alot of you dirty dogs also have finely honed spidey-senses.

The rest of that party and the next days, I keep thinking about how my spidey-senses were triggered and my caveman instincts are screaming at me to somehow find a way to spend some touchy-feely time with the girl that I met.

Next, I find out that she's the aforementioned middle-aged lady's daughter.

A few days later, I run into the daughter, in my very small town. (one stop sign). Spidey-senses are triggererd, conce more. Can't think about anything else, for the rest of the day, except for playing with her puffies and boning her. She then reaches out and friends me on FaceBook. We know a ton of the same people. (Again, small town). She asks if she can come to my house and teach me some yoga. I'm dying to say yes, except for the fact that my SO lives with me and is self-employed, working out of my house. This girl doesn't know about my spidey-senses and doesn't know that I am certain that she's a sex worker. What does that mean? Of course, it means that I can't have her over to teach me yoga.

Now, I'm dying to have her. She's a tiny waif, little puffies, cute, just the way that I like my girls.

Some of you might ask, then why don't I go and have some fun with the SO, to take the edge off. I'm sure that you understand what I'm about to say, wherein I could proceed to have relations with my SO, but that wouldn't do. I have to now experience the thrill of meeting up with someone sexually unknown to me, to have that fresh excitement, that titillating experience of the initial forbidden fruit.

Same day, I'm trolling through escort sites, ads, PV sites, AMP reviews, TER, them, etc. I look into BlueGems, and who do I see? My tiny waif, with little puffies! (She was Alexandra, at BlueGems.) And to see those sexy, provocative pics! Wow! Wow! Wow!

Now, I'm really dying to have her. She's within reach. I'm struggling with the cognitive dissonance. Dare I throw all caution to the wind?

Many days, many weeks, I struggled. Never making that call. The fact that we already know each other, that she triggered the carnal lust of my spidey-senses, that we know a ton of the same people, that we both live in the same small town, makes it even, more exciting to consider looking as far over the cliff as I possibly can, to see how far I can lean, without falling into the pit of destruction.

Nobody knows that I'm a monger and my straight-laced world would never tolerate it.

Next, she got married, and a few months later, dropped off the BlueGems site. (Yes, she was at BlueGems while she was engaged and married!

Much to my dismay, I still run into her and her mom, on occasion.

It kills me.

She will always be my greatest fantasy.

I know that I did the right thing, by not seeing how far I could lean over the cliff. Damn.

(FOR THE RECORD, THE ABOVE STORY IS FICTION, OF COURSE. Wink wink).

Thanks to the Wayback Machine, here is an archived page featuring the young lady being discussed:

https://web.archive.org/web/20190911...ies/alexandra/