The opinion that sex with a hooker is no better (or not much better) than whacking off is a common opinion. Or, more precisely perhaps, is the opinion that after a while it’s no better. (“After a while” means, after doing business with whores for weeks or months – not simply doing business with a hooker once, after the first fifteen minute.)
There’s allegedly more to a real relationship than just fucking (everybody seems to agree with this, or pretend to because it’s all sooooooooo PC) and there’s more to a real relationship than having the emotional connection.
Like what?
In a real relationship, the lucky couple can engage in a variety of social and recreational activities that involve spending lots of time together, going places – beach, museums, hiking, dining/theater/clubs/other-night-life-on-the-town, boating, skiing, sports (either participating or watching spectator sports), etc. – the list can go on and on and on of things one can enjoy doing that two can enjoy doing all the more. That doesn’t happen with hookers, and only a little bit (at great expense) with professional “escorts”.
Then, there’s the more physical things, short of actually having sex (in any of its forms). There’s the making out, hugging and cuddling, petting, massage. Those are all of somewhat limited availability with hookers, and what there is, is no substitute for “the real thing”. You can get an hour for a price that some well-employed johns can afford. Those all-nighters, I would expect, are exorbitantly expensive. And still no substitute for “the real thing”.
Then there’s the overt out-and-out (or in-and-out) plain old sex. Okay, you can get that from a hooker.
It’s the absence of all the other stuff that stays absent when you do biz with a hooker. That’s why a certain percentage (I suspect a large percentage) of customers give up on whores sooner or later, saying it’s just expensive masturbation.
