It should come as no surprise that many of the American girls in the escort business have the kind of social life that guys like us can only dream of. For starters, think of all the variety! And then consider that many escorts like members of both genders effectively doubling their opportunity! Ask yourself what happens when the girls go out clubbing. How many individuals bust a move on them? And then there’s the intramural on-the-job activity the girls have when it’s slow! It just never ends!
A while back a manager I know called me up to say she’d just seen some selfies the girls had taken from the night before. Essentially, a group of 4 or 5 were in a carnal pile satisfying each other all while mugging for the camera. Nice!
Well anyway…last night I got into an extended conversation with a girl during which she completely revealed herself for what reason I can’t even begin to understand. She’d read something candid on this blog and apparently, wanted to share something of herself as I had in that entry.
Like many of her colleagues, this girl enjoys getting naked with both genders but confessed that it’s women she falls in love with…but guys she wants for relationships. I don’t know…but that sounds like a conflict of interest to me. Maybe falling in love isn’t a safe place for her so the girl holds back with women in the knowledge that she’s too vulnerable and alternatively feels safer in a male/female relationship. Or maybe she just wants to present to society within the traditional format.
Who knows? And who am I to even guess as I really have no idea what drives her. I can only say that whatever her pathology, it doesn’t seem to be getting in the way of her having a good time. Thus, I judge her as healthy in mind and body. If there are demons lurking, I don’t see them.
Whatever…I was complimented that this woman opened up to me in the fashion that she did. There was absolutely no agenda involved; she just felt comfortable peeling back the layers as I sipped on a Corona and “drank” it all in.
Aware that I had a hot photo in my e-mail box from several years ago that would go perfectly with this post, I looked back and not only found that photo…but dozens of e-mails I’d exchanged with the woman from way back – a lot of which were very forthcoming. Last night was clearly not the first time an escort had shown me her true colors. Maybe I just look like a shrink or something. Or maybe I’m a father figure to some girls. Beats me!
Doesn’t matter. Here’s the picture! Just a little after hours fun! What you only dream about…wild women do!