Emotions: Escorts vs Strippers vs Sugarbabies
[QUOTE=Zomby;1718881]For me, there's a qualitative difference between spending time with her, exploring, cuddling, drowsing, playing and fucking and buying an hour of stripper / escort time in a hotel room. I've found that I like it ****if I can have the "special" time, I'm definitely going for it.[/QUOTE]Zomby's post is a good description of an issue we all face: the extent to which emotions get involved in our sexual activity.
I only started mongering about 10 years ago, others have much more experience, but I find it's hard to predict quality of sex or emotional commitment based on labels.
Escorts. I've had the usual hard boiled, coked out skanks show up at my door when I've made the calls. Quite a few of them ripped me off one way or the other. And yet. My last infatuation was with a 27 year old Swedish illegal alien in LA, a 9. 5. She had silky skin, cascades of blond hair to her shoulder blades, a body like the young Monroe (see Playboy Magazine Issue No. 1). She had some idea she could escort without penetration. She always cried during the deed but then orgasmed like a nuclear bomb. I fell for her. I promised her 12K for the year if she could keep herself together. She couldn't. There was also a short 23 year old 8/9 brunette in Toronto who had never had an orgasm. I couldn't give her one although I tried hard. (She had some kind of tiny extra tendrils descending from her clitoral hood. Not sure what that means.) I foolishly told her I was single and she proposed marriage. She tracked me down through her agency and called up my wife in a fury. That's the last time I gave an agency my I. D. There was a 22 year old actress / model / dancer in NYC at $2K per hour. College grad. She'd be a trophy wife at any suburban gold club in the USA. Not your typical escorts. Emotions with escorts? You bet.
Strippers. I've known quite a lot of strippers. Most are doing it because they don't want to think of themselves as or be hookers. Many are quite inhibited about actual sex. I've had three relationships. A 23 year old newbie in GA who started stripping to put food on the table for her babies, products of an unwise marriage to the world's dumbest burglar (he videoed himself breaking and entering then lost the video and the police found it). Very pretty blond with a peasant woman's strong, compact frame and an unusually thick clitoral hood. She turned me down a dozen times but one day showed up and fucked my brains out, finishing with the best bbjcim ever. She too wanted marriage. Another was a 19 year old Hungarian dark haired beauty in New Jersey, tall and shapely. I asked her to be my mistress. She evaded for a while then agreed. Wild and crazy in her habits. Drink, drugs, all that stuff, she was a cutter (sliced her upper arms with razor blades). It didn't last. Finally was the best lap dancer ever. Another blond. 30 years old, probably only a 7, but she did magic in the VIP. Weaving, softly touching and insinuating, her pussy always an inch out of reach, she smelled like a million dollars. She gave me an erection hard enough to pound nails just by blowing in my ear. I pursued her. Come to my room. No, she said on three occasions. I stopped going to her club out of frustration. When I finally went back, she led me by the hand to a dark corner, took off my belt, pulled my waistband out and managed to lick the tip of my dick. I said, Elizabeth, are you going to take off your panties for me? She said yes. We met at a hotel a half dozen times that summer. She was engaged to marry a banker. A week before the wedding she called to ask for one last session because it meant so much to her, she said. Probably wanted a little spending money too. Anyway I declined. Was I emotionally involved with these girls? Sure.
Sugarbabies. Lots of different types, hard to make generalizations. A couple of office worker types were excessively detached emotionally which detracted from the sex. One was an alcoholic housewife with GPS who demanded exorbitant amounts in advance (she didn't get them). Of my two ATFs, one (27) was a lovely girl with native american blood who would be a 9 except for too much ink and exaggerated bolt ons. She was great company though. A true courtesan, she was a serial mistress to older men and kept each relationship going as long as she could. She didn't strike me as promiscuous and was unskilled in sex, quite passive, but I liked her a lot. The other had just graduated from college. Blond and slim, a 7 but for her youth which made her an 8, she was obedient in all ways in sex and quite pleasant to hang out with. I asked her why she was wasting her time with me. She said she didn't want to get attached at the moment and besides, a lot of young men she knew were gay. I had a handicapped girl, maybe a 5 but very grateful and passionate. I enjoyed it. Then there was my little truck driver, mid 30's, she worked at her job round the clock. She was a 6. In bed after we both came she held me close and we talked quietly for a while. She had lost her only child in an accident. She said she just needed to be with a man. I felt privileged.
I think emotions are to sex like flowers to spring. They pop up in all kinds of unexpected places.
Bareback with a Sugarbabe
I agree it's risky. Looking back it is amazing how many of my escorts, strippers and sbs were actively looking for a ring, or at least a support check, even from someone much older like me. I forgot there was 4th stripper. Mexican-American, oversize natural tatas, small hard ass, very narrow waist. 30 years old, an 8. She took me home with her a few times and we met in hotels. She didn't allow penetration."Not with a condom," she said. Naked, she would extend her legs and spread them wide apart in a shallow V and let me play with her as much as I liked. Then she jerked me off on her breasts. But no penetration with condom allowed. I assumed perhaps she was allergic to latex. I thought she might just be indecisive and need leadership. With my dick poised a quarter inch outside her open vagina I asked,"Does no mean no?" She said it did and I backed off."Guys always think I'm going to get worked up and let them come inside me, but I don't. Not with a condom." A year later I saw her again and she was all happy and frisky. She'd had a baby with a customer she met at her club.
