KetamineAddictYoda
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3+ months ago I was considering roping more than ever before. The pressure from that and being a KHHV really messed up my mental, so I decided to pay out the ass for an hour with a high class escort in case I died. In a sense, I didn't want to do it. I had always planned to have my first time with my wife. Of course, at this age I'm never going to find a virgin foid to share in that experience and I'm unsure whether I'll even be married.
I can't describe how gut wrenching the build-up was to meeting her. The anxiety was the worst in my life, consisting of hours worth of a pounding head, nausea, total obliviousness, some tearing up, and diarrhea. Strangely, the feeling dissipated about 30 minutes before meeting her. It was a feeling of tranquil resignation; I had accepted that my life amounted to this: my first sexual experience would be in my mid 20s with a prostitute. For good and bad, this would be with me the rest of my life. I enjoyed the sex despite everything, but as someone without friends or family, talking with her about anything and everything was just as enjoyable. I was so comfortable that I told her I'm autistic (something I never do) and she replied "What's that?" JFL.
Whilst ultimately being saddened by the whole situation, I appreciate the good that came from it. For a couple weeks, my mental state was better than ever before. My depressed libido spiked and made me cum buckets. My suicidal thoughts and sadness subsided for a time and were permanently reduced. I woke up energized instead of groggy. My mind is at ease knowing what sex is like. I know escorting is a remedy for me in the future.
The experience also changed my opinion on prostitution: Some people, mostly mentally or physically disabled men, really do have sexual needs that should be fulfilled by professionals. These trucels deserve legal, state subsidised and mandated sex. I still maintain its degenerate for all others.
I LIGHTLY recommend escortmaxxing at least once if you've genuinely tried and failed at attracting foids. Everyone's different, but I knew this would help me.
I thank that foid, nay, dare I say woman, for all she did to help me.
I can't describe how gut wrenching the build-up was to meeting her. The anxiety was the worst in my life, consisting of hours worth of a pounding head, nausea, total obliviousness, some tearing up, and diarrhea. Strangely, the feeling dissipated about 30 minutes before meeting her. It was a feeling of tranquil resignation; I had accepted that my life amounted to this: my first sexual experience would be in my mid 20s with a prostitute. For good and bad, this would be with me the rest of my life. I enjoyed the sex despite everything, but as someone without friends or family, talking with her about anything and everything was just as enjoyable. I was so comfortable that I told her I'm autistic (something I never do) and she replied "What's that?" JFL.
Whilst ultimately being saddened by the whole situation, I appreciate the good that came from it. For a couple weeks, my mental state was better than ever before. My depressed libido spiked and made me cum buckets. My suicidal thoughts and sadness subsided for a time and were permanently reduced. I woke up energized instead of groggy. My mind is at ease knowing what sex is like. I know escorting is a remedy for me in the future.
The experience also changed my opinion on prostitution: Some people, mostly mentally or physically disabled men, really do have sexual needs that should be fulfilled by professionals. These trucels deserve legal, state subsidised and mandated sex. I still maintain its degenerate for all others.
I LIGHTLY recommend escortmaxxing at least once if you've genuinely tried and failed at attracting foids. Everyone's different, but I knew this would help me.
I thank that foid, nay, dare I say woman, for all she did to help me.