Would You Hire an Escort? Fantasies and Fuckery.

…I’m not talking about a male dating a female escort; I’m talking about a woman hiring a man to entertain her… Whatever that entertainment may be.

I’m a twenty-something girl. I live in a modern world, and I consider myself to be an equal to men. I shag like a dude, I date like a dude, and therefore I believe I have a right to answer that question – to “whore” or not to “whore”…..

I keep coming across blogs here on WordPress for male escorts. I’ve never given the topic of conversation much thought to be honest, aside from that one time with The Hubby where he kept shagging prostitutes and I wanted to know what all the fuss was about. I asked him to take me to the whore-house (as it was called back there) and give me a night of whatever it was that he kept having. He had a serious thing about prostitutes – in our 4 year relationship, he visited these girls 8 different times that I am aware of, over two different continents too. Clearly there was something pretty amazing about them; otherwise he wouldn’t have kept going back. Especially when you consider that he had a wife at home that gave blowjobs on demand, and took it up the ass occasionally to keep things exciting. He refused to take me to the whore-house then, and now I’m kind of glad he didn’t.

The thought of paying for sex turns me on quite a bit – paying for both male and female escorts out there. I’d love to pay a woman or a man to entertain me for an hour, two, maybe a night and make all my wildest fantasies come true. I love cock – I think we have already pretty much figured that one out, however, I do adore the female form too, and nothing beats the feel of a ladies lips around… well, my lips. Winky face 😉

When I found out that The Hubby had gone to the whore-house, I was angry that he had cheated. However, the fact that he had gone and paid for sex made me think and feel something else too – it made me horny. That night, after he had told me about the first prostitute, we had the most amazing sex. It was so angry and passionate – it was vicious and probably verged on abusive. I loved it though – up to the point where him and her popped into my head again, and it just made me cry.

There’s something so hot about having the power to command someone for your pleasure. Money buys you power, so it would make sense that it would end up in the pleasurable world of sex too. Money + power = great sex. It makes sense in my head anyway. That’s why I begged him to take me to the brothel – the thoughts in my head were very exciting, and the thought of making him watch while I was being pleasured by another woman drove me fucking insane.

Coming back to the here and now, would I hire a male escort? Honestly, if I had the spare funds available, knew where to hire someone, and a night spare where jerking off just wouldn’t do; yes, I imagine I would hire an escort. It would have to be a very specific person though – he would have to be perfectly chiseled, tall with dark hair, designer stubble, not too short hair that I can grab on to, a 6 inch circumcised penis, and a mass of tattoos. That guy is my ultimate guy, and for the ultimate sex only he would do.

He would do specific things to me – he would, of course, go down on me and make me climax. He would also have to tie me up, blindfold me, and use various things on my body to drive me insane. Knives, ice, champagne – different materials and different sensations – you get the drift. This would be my first time, you see, so it would have to be very special. He would fuck me hard, tugging my hair and roughly nibbling on my neck. He would tease me before he entered me for the first time. I’m getting carried away here….

In my head, my first night with a male escort would have to be dark and sinister – think the angry scene in Mr. & Mrs. Smith where they fucked and destroyed the whole house. That would be crossed with the fridge scene out of the film  9 and a Half Weeks, and the music playing in the background would be “Sex on Fire” by The Killers and “Relax” by Blake McGrath. That Blake McGrath video gets me hot every damn time! Oh and I saw him live on the other side of the world. He held my hand at the concert while he was singing. I love him. He fucks boys too. Grrrr!

I think, ladies and gentlemen, that I have created a new fantasy in my head in the last ten minutes. I now need to add this to my growing list, which currently includes:

  • Sitting on a girl’s face while a guy pounds me at the same time. In fact, any scenario where a female worships and pleasures my body, while a guy seriously abuses it.
  • The “Rape” Fantasy – any variation of the various fantasies noted on my previous blog post. I won’t repeat myself – it tends to get me horny and then I end up jerking off.
  • The fridge scene out of “9 and a Half Weeks” Actually, I would go as far as to say any sex scene out of that film. I especially love the one where he throws money on the floor and commands her to crawl on her hands and knees to pick it up. That whole film is like porn to me!
  • I’d love to reenact the “cum” scene in many porno’s that involves three men, spunk, and my face.
  • Two men and me… no “holes” barred; enough said.
  • Sex in the rain. This isn’t quite so hardcore – this shows off my romantic side. I want to be romantically kissed in the rain, which leads to a passionate session of “love-making”
  • The riding crop scene out of “Fifty Shades of Grey” ….. Oh hell yes!
  • I want to wear red lipstick and kiss a guy from head to toe – every part of his body. It’s like marking my territory, and it would look pretty too.
  • Apparently, 1% of women can cum through stimulation of the nipples alone. I want a guy to spend long enough on my nipples in foreplay to see whether or not I am one of that 1%
  • I want to reenact the orchid flower scene out of “40 Days and 40 Nights” – he makes her climax with an orchid stem. Even if I didn’t cum, I’d want the guy to spend that kind of time and thought on my lady parts!
  • Sex RIGHT in the middle of a fight. It’s already happened once with The Hubby, but I want to do it again. Over and over again.
  • I want to go to a Swinger’s Party. I don’t know if I would want to actually do anything, but I’d like to be given the chance to see how much it would turn me on.
  • Two gay guys – I love porn that involves two “bear” style men involved. I don’t know why. People look at me strangely when I ever admit this.

Wow, that got really out of hand. Hiring an escort to ultimate fantasies – it’s like the best weird thought process ever. Anyway, back to the topic in hand, and yes – I would love to hire a male escort. And I will definitely be adding to my list of fantasies when I remember them.

How about you? Escorts I mean; not fantasies. Although you can definitely tell me those if you want to…? 😉


4 thoughts on “Would You Hire an Escort? Fantasies and Fuckery.

  1. I’ve paid for sex before, but I knew the woman beforehand anyway. We just kind of entered into an agreement, but it was very liberating being able to do whatever I wanted, as long as I paid for it. I probably saw her about a dozen times and I’m not sure I would do it now but at the time it was just convenient and fun.

  2. Gorgeous woman, if you close your eyes and believe it strongly enough I am perfectly chiseled, tall with dark hair, designer stubble, not too short hair that you can grab on to, a 6 inch circumcised penis, and a mass of tattoos. And I’m yours!! Pity we live in different countries … 🙂

  3. I think the only way I would pay for sex is if the guy was really sexy and fantastic in bed and willing to fulfill all my fantasies. Oh wait, I’ve got that already with Mr. Married Man, lol, and I don’t have to pay him! Part of the turn on for me though is knowing the guy is turned on by ME and with having to pay him I wouldn’t be so sure.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s