Escort and author of Confessions of a Rentboy. I write about my life as a gay escort. Follow and subscribe for free.
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I'm behind my writing schedule at the moment; so in the meantime, you can catch up on past posts in my archive here: https://t.co/SjwdQWC6dd
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I want to live in a world where sex work is sacred. Where monuments are erected to whores. Where hookers are revered for our humanity and service to community.
Cherished memory: last year I was staying at a hotel w/ a friend. The toilet was running but the hotel was fully booked so couldn’t offer us a new room. The cutie at the front desk did his best to fix it. I flirted. We kissed. He sucked my dick then begged me to keep it a secret.
It was a clear, warm night. We dragged our sleeping bags out of our tents to sleep next to each other under the stars. Our toes touched; our legs, hips. He rolled on top of me and we kissed long and deep. Then we got naked under the milky way.
3/ "I saw you in the street once and thought you were so sexy. I jacked off to your profile pics for a year before I had the courage to message you." We were panting, loosely holding each other, covered in sweat and cum. I smiled and kissed him.
client keeps sending me super cringe photos of getting salon pedicures--i'm sure he doesn't get consent of the poor women taking care of his feet--and it is SO cringe but i'm just like, 'ah great. looking forward to seeing you again.'
most alpha macho doms are actually insecure, masculine-fragile assholes who are BAD AT SEX; and you should stop transferring them your power and money. *steps off soap box*
@tomik9point5 Now, the only time I ask for payment up front is when they’re partying. But those long sessions are also the most lucrative…so ya know, risk-benefit analysis.