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It was not too difficult since my anonymity is probably pretty safe.
I did this for myself, really. I like to talk about my experiences, but this one is definitely not something I can discuss with anyone in my social circle. I did tell one female friend that I was with hookers. She didn’t think it was so bad, especially since she understood the severe depression I was in at the time. She was just concerned for my safety.
I did that twice. The first time was $150. I think the second time was $100. Most women did not offer it at all.
Did you make sure the statute of limitations had tolled before you started confessing to crimes on a public message board?
This thread is fascinating.
What sorts of women were you attracted to? Did they dress provocatively? Did you find that arousing? Now, that you are married, do you enjoy seeing your wife dressed in revealing clothing? Would you prefer her to dress more conservatively because of your experiences?
Are you now, or were you into pornography? Films, peepshows, magazines?
Can you describe a few of the women? (Age, physical attributes, lifestyle, etc)
This is fascinating.
No. I’m sure the statute of limitations has passed by now, but I’m not concerned about it anyway. I was found with prostitutes in my car by the police and was never arrested. The only way to get busted for soliciting sex is to solicit an undercover cop or to have witnesses to the transaction. Someone must see money change hands and sex follow. They don’t have enough evidence otherwise. The police told me this. While the police are not legal experts, I believe they would know the rules on this. I’m sure they would have loved to arrest me if they could have.
Most of the women did not put on a hooker uniform (fishnet stockings, short skirt, revealing top, high heels). In most cases, the only thing that differentitated the hookers from the other women in the area was the fact that the hookers were looking into the passing cars and the other women weren’t. The fancily dressed hookers would come out late at night, but I had no interest in them. They were more expensive and drew more attention to themselves, and thus to me by picking them up.
I do not find revealing clothing particularly arousing. Most women I picked up were wearing jeans, sneakers, and the appropriate clothing for the season.
My wife dresses very nicely, but not revealingly (if that is an actual adverb). She does sometimes slip into something a bit sexier in private. She does this as much for herself as for me.
I watch pornography once or twice a week. My wife doesn’t want the same amount of sex as I do, so I masturbate often. I enjoy watching porn and it gets me aroused more quickly. I had access to a lot of magazines in my teen years, but now that I can enjoy porn in the privacy of my home, I don’t find the magazines stimulating enough. I have not progressed to harder and harder porn; I watch “normal” porn – non-violent, non-fetish, just two (or more) people having what looks like consensual sex.
I’ll describe a few of the ones I saw more than once. I learned very little about most of the others.
Anna - 20 years old, short, medium build, red hair. Most men would find her plain, except for the red hair. Had her baby daughter’s name tattooed on her arm. She supported her lifestyle, which seemed to consist of watching TV and smoking pot, by selling sex. She said she had started in the business at 13.
Pam - Mid-20s. Short, thin, black hair. Attractive, but wore lots of makeup to cover a bad complexion. Had several children, though some were taken away by Social Services. She didn’t seem very smart, but she made a fortune on the streets. She would earn $3000 on the average weekend. I don’t know what she did with the money. I doubt she was putting it in T-bills. She didn’t have any of the signs of drug addiction, but that money was going somewhere.
Mikki (or some cutesy spelling) - Mid-20s, tall, thin, brown hair. Absolutely beautiful. Lived in a tiny room in a boarding house. She seemed so out of place. Why she was a street walker I’ll never know.
Paula - Late 30s. Short, heavy build (not really fat, but “sturdy”). Had a teenaged son. Did it because she could make far more money than any other job she had the skills for.
Chic - Early 40s? Hard to tell. Very thin. Some sort of drug addict, I’m sure, but was very professional. She gave incredible head for only $20.
Shelley - Mid-20s. Average height, medium build. I saw her over several years and watched her deteriorate from a pretty young woman to a skinny, addicted, desperate woman. Not surprisingly, the sex followed suit. Most of the addicts had nothing on their minds except getting their next fix.
I tend to be attracted to women who most men seem to consider “plain.” I like all kinds of builds, except for obese. Like most men, I don’t like a woman to be taller than me.
Obviously, since these are women I went back to several times, they were mostly good experiences. There were many others who would start asking “Are you almost done?” as soon as we started. There were ones who wanted to buy their drugs before we had sex. There were ones who I picked up but didn’t have sex with because they turned out to be crazy, filthy, or stoned. There was one time that I suspected she was a he, so she/he got the boot (another woman later confirmed that it was indeed a man). If they got in the car, I generally had to pay them whether we had sex or not. Some took the money and then said, “I have to give the money to my boyfriend before we start.” Not surprisingly, they never came back to finish the deal.
Did you have a particular routine to assure yourself you weren’t picking up an undercover decoy? Did the girls make an effort to assure themselves you weren’t an undercover cop?
I would only ask “Are you working?” or “Can we go out?” The woman would generally ask “How much?” I was never the first one to mention money. The undercover cops never mentioned money or sex. They wanted you to hang yourself. I knew their game and they never caught me. I saw plenty of guys get caught in what the cops called Operation Squeeze.
Some women believed that asking “Are you a cop?” would protect them against arrest. This isn’t true, however; a cop can lie. Some women insisted that I touch them or show them my penis. They told me that the cops never do those things. I don’t know if there is a legal reason why the cops wouldn’t touch them, but it seemed to be their best protection against soliciting a cop.
Were you nervous the first time you picked up a hooker? What time of day was it?
Was the first time you had intercourse with a hooker? If so, how do you feel about it?
The first time I picked one up I just thought she was just a hitchhiker. She offered to blow me for $10 or $20. I didn’t go for it then, but I saw her hitching again a few weeks later and went for it. She was not very good, but it was an easy introduction to sex for money and I went from there. The nervousness never really went away, which kept me on my toes.
Yes, I lost my virginity to a hooker. I had picked up women only for oral sex up to that point because I was not comfortable with the idea of getting half naked and screwing in the car. One night I finally decided to go for it with a woman I had picked up a couple of times before and felt comfortable with. We did it in my car parked just around the corner from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston. If you know the area, it is not exactly secluded. I did not think much before acting back then.
I did regret losing my virginity this way for awhile, but now I don’t care. I look back on the ten or so years as a very formative period. I learned a lot from these women. Some of them liked to “date” me because I was nice to them, clean, and they felt safe with me. This may be hard to believe, but some of them actually had orgasms with me. Most didn’t, of course, and many faked them, but the ones who had real ones said they didn’t have orgasms with other Johns. You may wonder if you can trust anything a hooker says or does, but I saw these women many times over several years. I got to know some of them and I don’t believe they were lying to me. The physical signs of orgasm were definitely there.
They taught me everything I know about being a good lover. The three women I have been with who I didn’t have to pay all noted that I seemed to know something other guys don’t. I don’t regret the money spent (at least $20,000, I estimate) or the time lost. I was in no state of mind to have a real relationship at the time anyway.
You seem to have taken away a great deal of personal reflection in terms of your experiences but you seem to be a little glib in your descriptions of the issues the prostitutes were facing.
Did you at the time or do you now feel any remorse for the role you played in contributing to the self-destructive spiral of drug abuse in which the majority of women you dealt with were caught? From the pitiable descriptions you gave of the prostitutes, I find your support for the legality of this “victimless” offense to be a little surprising, especially given the depth of perception evinced in your posts in this thread.
In any event, I agree that this thread has been a very interesting read so far. Thanks.
did you ever socialize outside of the workplace? meaning, did you ever bump into any of them at the store, or the mall, or even just walking down the street when you weren’t looking and/or they weren’t working. and if so, how wierd was it?
I never ran into any of them when they were off work. The weirdest thing that ever happened was that one said I looked a lot like this guy she knew. The guy was my brother. She seemed to believe me that I had never heard of him.
so hookers wear underwear?
Yikes! I guess there aren’t really any regulations governing prostitutional conduct, but it seems like name-sharing should be a big NO-NO. Do you think that she asked your brother the same question about you? Do you think she knew him the same way she knew you, or that maybe they went to the same racquetball club?
And on an unrelated note, does your wife know about your past?
They were going to be prostitutes and do drugs anyway. I like to think that I made it a little easier for them. If a woman was out working and needed to make $50 or $100, she was better off if I picked her up than some other guy who might beat her or rob her. This is an obvious rationalization, but it keeps me from thinking I’m a scumbag.
I don’t feel any remorse. I don’t feel that I contributed to the problem. I am probably fooling myself. I suspect that as I get older I may look back on it all and have a very different perspective. If my role in the decline of western civilization begins to eat away at me, I hope that I will try to help women in similar situations in order to make my peace (and not by paying them for sex, but by supporting and volunteering for organizations which help them).
I never really thought about it at the time, but yes, most of them wore underwear. How disappointing! The idyllic remembrance of my days of banging whores is shattered.
She knew him from through mutual friends (their friends, not mine, what few I had). I don’t believe he paid her for sex, but he may have slept with her. She seemed to have a crush on him. I don’t think she ever told him about the incident. She would have had to admit to being a prostitute to tell the story accurately. Otherwise it would have been “I met a guy who looks like you” – “What was he driving?” – “A blue Gremlin.” – “Yeah, that’s my brother. I wonder why he said he wasn’t…”
She knows about my depression. She knows that I sought out women for anonymous sex, and that this sex was not always safe. She does not know that the women were prostitutes, but I was very clear about the risks I took and the risks she would be taking by sleeping with me.
I have been tested for HIV twice, and my doctor ran every other test he could and all results were negative. One of the tests involved a swab of the inside of my penis. I understand why women do not enjoy visiting the gynecologist.
I was going to ask the same as Neuroman, how did your first time happen?