I just finished reading Gavy's thread and instead of hijacking it I thought I'd post something here that may or may not be related but might be food for thought for some of us whoremongers.
I was introduced to whoring prior to my 18th birthday by a guy that I worked for. He took me to a massage parlor and paid for it. I was nervous, excited, and ultimately hooked. It is both a blessing and a curse to learn so early that sex is something that is so easily procured. Knowing that I can easily take care of my sexual urges has impacted every relationship I've ever had with a woman, and it has also altered my view on the world. I can't really argue whether I'm better off for knowing, or whether I'd be better off if I had stayed in the dark.
Not all of that is relevant, however, and this is what I'm really driving at. Prior to the "internet" and PMBs and review boards, I was a dabbler. I'd mostly get R&T services from an AMP, an occasional BJ or FS, or if I was travelling for work maybe I'd call an escort service out of a phone book when in Chicago, or Memphis or wherever else I might be. I had some fun, but it was very much a "side" thing and I lived my life very normally and treated myself to the occasional bit of fun.
Then it happened. I don't really even remember when or how because it wasn't really even an event in my life. But I came across JAG. And while I never participated in the message board, I did read reviews of a place called Julies and the entire scope of my participation in the hobby changed drastically.
Brothels were a foreign thing to me. I was educated, upscale, worked at a Wall Street firm and knew that if I ever got busted in a brothel that I'd be done for. But it seemed like such an easy and safe setup, and I finally took the plunge.
I saw Savannah at a Julies incall in the East 60s, and after hemming and hawing for a very long time about whether to even make an appointment, I was still really freaked out about getting a BBBJ. I hated CBJs, but was so afraid I was going to catch something that I really hesitated. Savannah, however, was such a calming influence and to this day the first real BBBJ/facial I ever participated in commercially is etched into my memory that I still think about it when I jerk off sometimes. And this has to be 10 years ago.
And guess what. I didn't catch anything. I didn't die. Everyone else seemed to be doing it. Nearly all (if not all) of the Julies girls did BBBJ, some TC and some facials. So I became a regular.
I was introduced to whoring prior to my 18th birthday by a guy that I worked for. He took me to a massage parlor and paid for it. I was nervous, excited, and ultimately hooked. It is both a blessing and a curse to learn so early that sex is something that is so easily procured. Knowing that I can easily take care of my sexual urges has impacted every relationship I've ever had with a woman, and it has also altered my view on the world. I can't really argue whether I'm better off for knowing, or whether I'd be better off if I had stayed in the dark.
Not all of that is relevant, however, and this is what I'm really driving at. Prior to the "internet" and PMBs and review boards, I was a dabbler. I'd mostly get R&T services from an AMP, an occasional BJ or FS, or if I was travelling for work maybe I'd call an escort service out of a phone book when in Chicago, or Memphis or wherever else I might be. I had some fun, but it was very much a "side" thing and I lived my life very normally and treated myself to the occasional bit of fun.
Then it happened. I don't really even remember when or how because it wasn't really even an event in my life. But I came across JAG. And while I never participated in the message board, I did read reviews of a place called Julies and the entire scope of my participation in the hobby changed drastically.
Brothels were a foreign thing to me. I was educated, upscale, worked at a Wall Street firm and knew that if I ever got busted in a brothel that I'd be done for. But it seemed like such an easy and safe setup, and I finally took the plunge.
I saw Savannah at a Julies incall in the East 60s, and after hemming and hawing for a very long time about whether to even make an appointment, I was still really freaked out about getting a BBBJ. I hated CBJs, but was so afraid I was going to catch something that I really hesitated. Savannah, however, was such a calming influence and to this day the first real BBBJ/facial I ever participated in commercially is etched into my memory that I still think about it when I jerk off sometimes. And this has to be 10 years ago.
And guess what. I didn't catch anything. I didn't die. Everyone else seemed to be doing it. Nearly all (if not all) of the Julies girls did BBBJ, some TC and some facials. So I became a regular.
