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I was traveling in Australia, the home of @blackg, @JeanLucBB, Skippy, and @Georgie but better known as a jurisdiction with decriminalized and regulated prostitution. The fact that it's legal means that it's safe, easily available, and ethical -- I don't worry about getting AIDS and I don't feel the guilt of knowing that half my money is going to organized crime. I'm also friends with two women in Australia who work as sex workers (I met them through another friend whom I met from a movie watching club), they're both nice women, I asked them a few questions about it and it calmed my nerves somewhat, I also got some tips. The activity was recommended by the therapist that I'm seeing in the USA, and was endorsed by one that I used to see in Australia (I used to live there).
I was also more ready this time, as I did a partial nofap (two ejaculation in the two weeks prior, and none in the week prior) and had taken one v**** pill, which facilitated getting decent though-not-perfect erections. Also it was my second time with a prostitute so I was a little less nervous this time,
I met the woman in the mid-afternoon at an apartment that she was renting, I had booked her 90 minutes, as I knew from prior experience that 45 minutes might not be enough. She looked taller than I expected, but with the same body type. She was wearing a nice red dress that emphasized her curves. She's a really stunning woman, somewhere in the 9/10 range. I started kissing her on the lips and neck soon after walking in but she said slow down let's talk first, I said ok and she sat down on the couch. I then sat on the couch diagonal from her (re: "internalized incelism") and she said that I could sit next to her and then we spoke for ten minutes or so. I played with her hair (sorry to trigger you guys but her hair was fun) and she said that she loves it when people play with her hair, she asked me a bit about myself. I was open with her and told her flat out, that I was a virgin, I was nervous, and that due to a history of ED we might not have complete sex but I'd be with happy with just having a sexual experience. She said ok. She warned me that even if I get hard and penetrate I might not c*m as cumming is a learned behaviour, and my brain is used to my hand due to decades of my hand being the driver.
She then asked me to shower (I assume they ask that of everybody) so I did. I went back to her room afterwards, she thought that it was a good idea to have massages first so we did that, she massages me first and then I massages her afterwards, a lot of oil was used. She was somewhat didactic, probably because I asked her to be. When I grabbed her *** she suggested that I focus more on exploring than on groping, encouraging a more gentle, gliding touch, the ice being to appreciate every inch of skin. There were some firm touches when she massages me but really what she did a lot of were more sensual touches, with the finger nails gliding over the skin, barely touching it, moving slowly and often in circular patterns. I asked her hold old she was when she first realized that she had great breasts, she laughed and said 11 or 12, she said the other girls used to make fun of her. I found a mole on her leg and told her the story of Cindy Crawford's mole, how she was told that she'd need to remove it to succeed as a model. She said that it's the imperfections that make one's beauty, I responded that I couldn't find any of her imperfections.
After the massages we shifted to four positions, woman on top, blow job, missionary, and doggy style. I did get hard. She told me that I was really big, but it's hard to accept a compliment from a sex worker as it's their job to make their client feel good. I told her that I preferred the first position I'm a sub and she said that it's possible to be a sub from the top -- I think that she really wanted to teach me, and yes that was educational. I did enjoy getting blown more than the previous time I tried with a sex worker, I don't know if that's because she was better at it, or because I was more comfortable this time, perhaps both.
There's a bit of a weird thing with a sex worker. Though they give you their entire body (this one didn't have a no-kissing rule), they're not giving you their mind. She wasn't using her real name for example, and I'm pretty sure that she was putting on a bit of a personae. Though the woman is that close, in a way she's really far away. For example, I'm pretty sure that she was playing dumb. She asked me what I thought about astrology, I told her that I'm not really into it, but I'm skeptical that she actually believes in it as almost nobody I ever met ever brings it up, it happens like once a year or less. I asked her what she planned for her other career and she said "what do you mean? This is what I do ," which doesn't seem very plausible. There's probably a wall there, and that's fair and I don't try to push as that would be obnoxious, rather I just accept whatever pieces come out. At one point I pointed out to her that she had a scar behind her knee, she described the event where it happened, that's kind of a nice memento to have heard as it was part of the real her.
We spoke more at the end, I forget what the context was but I told her that my therapist told me that many women never orgasm from vaginal sex, which seemed to interest her? she mentioned again that sex is about communication and giving and making sure that one's partner is happy. She said that many men only "take, and take, and take".
When we were nearing the end of our time, we went to take another shower (helped get rid of the smell of oil). We made out a little on the way out, as I had told her that I wanted to kiss her goodbye on the way out the door, as that's what nice couples do.
I was traveling in Australia, the home of @blackg, @JeanLucBB, Skippy, and @Georgie but better known as a jurisdiction with decriminalized and regulated prostitution. The fact that it's legal means that it's safe, easily available, and ethical -- I don't worry about getting AIDS and I don't feel the guilt of knowing that half my money is going to organized crime. I'm also friends with two women in Australia who work as sex workers (I met them through another friend whom I met from a movie watching club), they're both nice women, I asked them a few questions about it and it calmed my nerves somewhat, I also got some tips. The activity was recommended by the therapist that I'm seeing in the USA, and was endorsed by one that I used to see in Australia (I used to live there).
I was also more ready this time, as I did a partial nofap (two ejaculation in the two weeks prior, and none in the week prior) and had taken one v**** pill, which facilitated getting decent though-not-perfect erections. Also it was my second time with a prostitute so I was a little less nervous this time,
I met the woman in the mid-afternoon at an apartment that she was renting, I had booked her 90 minutes, as I knew from prior experience that 45 minutes might not be enough. She looked taller than I expected, but with the same body type. She was wearing a nice red dress that emphasized her curves. She's a really stunning woman, somewhere in the 9/10 range. I started kissing her on the lips and neck soon after walking in but she said slow down let's talk first, I said ok and she sat down on the couch. I then sat on the couch diagonal from her (re: "internalized incelism") and she said that I could sit next to her and then we spoke for ten minutes or so. I played with her hair (sorry to trigger you guys but her hair was fun) and she said that she loves it when people play with her hair, she asked me a bit about myself. I was open with her and told her flat out, that I was a virgin, I was nervous, and that due to a history of ED we might not have complete sex but I'd be with happy with just having a sexual experience. She said ok. She warned me that even if I get hard and penetrate I might not c*m as cumming is a learned behaviour, and my brain is used to my hand due to decades of my hand being the driver.
She then asked me to shower (I assume they ask that of everybody) so I did. I went back to her room afterwards, she thought that it was a good idea to have massages first so we did that, she massages me first and then I massages her afterwards, a lot of oil was used. She was somewhat didactic, probably because I asked her to be. When I grabbed her *** she suggested that I focus more on exploring than on groping, encouraging a more gentle, gliding touch, the ice being to appreciate every inch of skin. There were some firm touches when she massages me but really what she did a lot of were more sensual touches, with the finger nails gliding over the skin, barely touching it, moving slowly and often in circular patterns. I asked her hold old she was when she first realized that she had great breasts, she laughed and said 11 or 12, she said the other girls used to make fun of her. I found a mole on her leg and told her the story of Cindy Crawford's mole, how she was told that she'd need to remove it to succeed as a model. She said that it's the imperfections that make one's beauty, I responded that I couldn't find any of her imperfections.
After the massages we shifted to four positions, woman on top, blow job, missionary, and doggy style. I did get hard. She told me that I was really big, but it's hard to accept a compliment from a sex worker as it's their job to make their client feel good. I told her that I preferred the first position I'm a sub and she said that it's possible to be a sub from the top -- I think that she really wanted to teach me, and yes that was educational. I did enjoy getting blown more than the previous time I tried with a sex worker, I don't know if that's because she was better at it, or because I was more comfortable this time, perhaps both.
There's a bit of a weird thing with a sex worker. Though they give you their entire body (this one didn't have a no-kissing rule), they're not giving you their mind. She wasn't using her real name for example, and I'm pretty sure that she was putting on a bit of a personae. Though the woman is that close, in a way she's really far away. For example, I'm pretty sure that she was playing dumb. She asked me what I thought about astrology, I told her that I'm not really into it, but I'm skeptical that she actually believes in it as almost nobody I ever met ever brings it up, it happens like once a year or less. I asked her what she planned for her other career and she said "what do you mean? This is what I do ," which doesn't seem very plausible. There's probably a wall there, and that's fair and I don't try to push as that would be obnoxious, rather I just accept whatever pieces come out. At one point I pointed out to her that she had a scar behind her knee, she described the event where it happened, that's kind of a nice memento to have heard as it was part of the real her.
We spoke more at the end, I forget what the context was but I told her that my therapist told me that many women never orgasm from vaginal sex, which seemed to interest her? she mentioned again that sex is about communication and giving and making sure that one's partner is happy. She said that many men only "take, and take, and take".
When we were nearing the end of our time, we went to take another shower (helped get rid of the smell of oil). We made out a little on the way out, as I had told her that I wanted to kiss her goodbye on the way out the door, as that's what nice couples do.
