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I don't have any, i am not stupid and risk getting shot by their pimps.
Was really drunk so I couldn't get hard enough and could not come. She would try to role play by talking dirty but started laughing in the middle of it JFL
wouldnt think too much about it. she really tried to serve you well for your money. it was just funny that youre drun. atleast she wasnt repulsed by youWas really drunk so I couldn't get hard enough and could not come. She would try to role play by talking dirty but started laughing in the middle of it JFL
I’d give her an A for effort. A lot of whores just lay their speechless while you pound them, from what I’ve read.Was really drunk so I couldn't get hard enough and could not come. She would try to role play by talking dirty but started laughing in the middle of it JFL
When I was a dirtbag an EE hooker refused to offer me service because I smelled LMAO.
She was extremely good at sex, if I was younger and sober it would have been worth it.
Ye I'm looksmaxxed to the core so I suppose it wasn't too bad for her.
Couldn't get hard at all. She was rude to me and had a disgusting vibe. Threatened to call her boyfriend on me even though I did not provoke her. Worst "sex" I have ever had.
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By couldn't getting it up one time and wasting £60,was depressed weeks before
That sucks, performance anxiety or was she just not attractive? I have extreme anxiety in general, I probably couldn’t get it up either.
Was nervous and stressed about finding a hooker, and ended up accepting an overpriced (even had to go to the ATM and get more money, JFL), loud, homely, and above all old whore. Tried to haggle anyway, with the only result that it made her sulky. While I lay there, pounding away to try to get it over with as fast as possible and contemplating how I ended up paying for fucking an ugly woman old enough to be my mother, one thrust made her hit her head against the wall. I had to ask her whether she was OK, and although she said yes, she kept grimacing for the rest of the time.
Ah, rookie mistakes.
Ah, rookie mistakes.
Hookers are disguisting
I attempted to have a relationship with one once. It was a bad idea boyos.
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Lol how did that one play out?
I fucked a black hooker who looked and smelled like a baboon (she posted fake pictures in her ads) but I was horny af and since she had tits and a big ass, I decided to pay that subhuman creature 80 bucks and smash. Once I came I was so embarassed and disgusted of myself than I couldn't even watch my face in the mirror for a week. I had plenty of other awful experiences but none of them live up to that one in term of ''bad" experience.
Poorly. I'll PM you.
This happened to me twice. My first attempts at this.
Couldn't get a boner and squandered $150 a piece.
Dude, I have even fucked pregnant hookers who were married>hooker with a boyfriend
Those kids will grow up to be incels.Dude, I have even fucked pregnant hookers who were married
We yearn to know more...
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The first one was the worst...
I had cleaned my entire flat, my self, my dick, new sheets.
She came through my door, smiling but annoyed with me from the get go, like she acutely needed to be somewhere else. The pictures of herself on the marketing site had been taken several months earlier, when her general state had been healthier. As smelled like chemichals and her blue dress had a deep cleavage with hardly any breasts in it. I was 22 and she could have been 17 or 27, it was hard to tell. The lymph nodes on her cheeks were swollen wich made her moderately attractive face remind the onlooker of a guitar. I tried to ask her if she was ok, if she wanted anything, gave her a glass of wine. She hardly answered but she drank. I began to understand that my expectations of an hour with a warm, caring, patient girl who would reach through my fears would not come true but I tried to see the positive. Even if her demeanor wasn't friendly I had a female body to explore for an hour and it was more than I ever had. I thought the most reasonable and polite thing to do was to play my part and not make a fuss.
We sat on my bed and I tried to fondle her. I was more curious than horny. My sexuality had so far existed only in solitude. I had always had to turn it off and hide when other people were around and it did not connect with this other human being in my bed. The sensations of a woman's body did not match my habitual fantasies, and I could not redirect it the reality outside of my dream world. She was restless and talked about how she did not want my fingers in her pussy or ass (I hade so far done neither). I kissed her collarbones and swore I would not do anything she didn't want me to but it didn't seem to calm her. She was not smiling any more. The skin on her thighs felt strange in my hands. At first I did not understand, I was so unfamiliar with the sensation of human skin against my hands and had dimmed the light in my room in a pathetic attempt att creating a "romantic atmosphere". Then I noticed the scars. Her thighs looked like a hockey rink.
I stared at the thick, blue welts. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" she said, quickly. I agreed mechanically. She took some more of the wine in her mouth and began trying to get my belt open. I got my trousers off and asked her how she wanted me. She told me to lie down on the bed and began sucking my dick. That was the only part of it that made me feel actual pleasure. She pulled the dress up over her ass. I complimented her for it. It looked great. She was here from her own free will, I told myself as my dick got hard. I could not send her off just because she was a self harmer, it would be rude. I had payed her after all, I did not want to spend the afternoon fighting with her about getting my cash back. It felt so good, I did not want it to end. She had scars on her butt too.
She got tired after a while and asked me if I wanted her to ride me. I apathetically agreed. She put a condom on my dick, smeared lube on it and sat down over me. Even her pussy looked gaunt. She looked tired, like a nurse on the last hours of a rough shift. I didn't really register what was happening. I had dreamed of this moment for a decade. I did not feel anything. No pleasure, no lust, no marvel, no happiness. She rode me, moaning towards the roof, pretending to enojy it, playing with her nipples that had a strange bluish tint to them. I lay there like a star fish. I tried grabbing her hips and fuck her harder and she grimaced and moaned some more. She was in pain. I was just too fucking dumb to understand it at the time.
I think I gave up after 20 minutes or so. She took my dick in her mouth again and worked on it until I realised I would not come. I wanted her to tell me how to please her. I wanted to tell her I was a virgin and I wanted her to listen to me and be supportive. I wanted her to tell me that everything would be ok even if I fucking knew it wasn't. I wanted her to touch my face. I tried to joke about my failure and her laghter did not reach her eyes. It was not the time for that. It was not the time for anything. I got so horribly cold inside. Like the entire world was painted in a shade of black. She wiped the lube off her pussy and missed the waste basked when she threw the tissue. I told her I would clean it up myself and that she could go if she wanted to, She excused herself with having another appointment, got her pantyhose on and disappeared.
I cleaned up the tissue and put the sheets in the laundry with, absolutely numb. The stress that let go after she left made me pass out and fall asleep, 7 oklock in the afternoon.
All I had wanted was from her was to fake love and tenderness and desire for me. And she could not do that.
I have read stories by sex workers who tell about how they start out showering their clients in attention and fake lust in the beginning of their career, and how the violence and disrespect makes them jaded, cold and tired after less than a year. How most of the clients don't give a damn anyway so why even try? My intellect knows by now that her dislike of me probably had nothing to do with me personally. For me she was the most special thing that happened in the whole year, a milestone in life and for her I was just another punter among hundreds. However, for my 22 year old self wich resembeld a mixture of a very unmotivated serial killer and a child, her coldness was a personal disaster. If a person who's only job was to make me feel good about myself could not hide her disgust for me, then that must be the ultimate proof that I was an individual who abslutely noone could love. It made me avoid girls even more than before.
I have felt very sorry for myself that my first experience had to be like that. I feel nauseous when I think of being another razorblade that she used to punish herself for whatever horrors her childhood held for her. Without her I still would not have known what a womans body felt like so I can't regret it, even if I should, even if it didn't solve a damn thing.
Or giga thots
Care to share?
Other than being ripped off £50 here or there, or some cunt escort looking at me like I am dog-shit, nothing spectacularly went wrong.
The girls attitude or work ethic you can't gauge until you meet her for yourself.
I learned to limit financial damage by booking her for the shortest period of time. If she offers a 15-30 minute "quickie" rate I'll test her for kissing, or to see if she has any withheld extras etc.
In my early days I was too eager to please, booked way too long and white knighted them. But now I just walk if I get any shit.
Usually if the girl (or most likely her pimp) state £150 for an hour only, I know its a scam.
The girls attitude or work ethic you can't gauge until you meet her for yourself.
I learned to limit financial damage by booking her for the shortest period of time. If she offers a 15-30 minute "quickie" rate I'll test her for kissing, or to see if she has any withheld extras etc.
In my early days I was too eager to please, booked way too long and white knighted them. But now I just walk if I get any shit.
Usually if the girl (or most likely her pimp) state £150 for an hour only, I know its a scam.
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The very first time, I was absolutely nervous, I was like a little kid groveling at the feet of a women
There I was...finally forced to pay for sex, and on top of that with horrible performance anxiety, if I remember yeah that was indeed my first time...an experienced hooker and I had no experience at all, I felt emasculated, scared shitless going in
..
In the end it happened and during it she somehow made me lick her cunt, that was never my intention, to lick some random whore's cunt, I was so weak-willed she made me her puppet, she made me pay to lick her own cunt,
She was the one that fucked me, that was my first time having sex and it was horrible
She was very dominant, but she was not overly mean nor did she did not act too disgusted, but she still made me lick her cunt,
Looking back the first week I felt disgusted with myself, I thought I was going to die from stds, I blamed myself being so stupid for doing that shit, I felt like a wimp
Having sex makes all those underlying dark emotions come out, it never fails, but thats good cause that kept me from roping, finally I had sex, even though it was the worst kind, finally I knew what I was missing
In perspective my recent experience with hookers is absolutely wonderful, I went through some very disappointing experiences with hookers but as time went on these got better and better, and even a hooker will show you respect as a man and a human being, but if you come in nervous and scared most hookers cannot cope and they become mean or disrespectful, but as you become more comfortable with the idea of paying for sex and that its natural, some of them show a better side, if I had more money I would go every week
It started out absolutely horrible but now I can have a satisfying experience with them
Hookermazxxing for the win, I just need that cash, try it, first dozen times will suck, as you toughen up it becomes better
There I was...finally forced to pay for sex, and on top of that with horrible performance anxiety, if I remember yeah that was indeed my first time...an experienced hooker and I had no experience at all, I felt emasculated, scared shitless going in
..
In the end it happened and during it she somehow made me lick her cunt, that was never my intention, to lick some random whore's cunt, I was so weak-willed she made me her puppet, she made me pay to lick her own cunt,
She was the one that fucked me, that was my first time having sex and it was horrible
She was very dominant, but she was not overly mean nor did she did not act too disgusted, but she still made me lick her cunt,
Looking back the first week I felt disgusted with myself, I thought I was going to die from stds, I blamed myself being so stupid for doing that shit, I felt like a wimp
Having sex makes all those underlying dark emotions come out, it never fails, but thats good cause that kept me from roping, finally I had sex, even though it was the worst kind, finally I knew what I was missing
In perspective my recent experience with hookers is absolutely wonderful, I went through some very disappointing experiences with hookers but as time went on these got better and better, and even a hooker will show you respect as a man and a human being, but if you come in nervous and scared most hookers cannot cope and they become mean or disrespectful, but as you become more comfortable with the idea of paying for sex and that its natural, some of them show a better side, if I had more money I would go every week
It started out absolutely horrible but now I can have a satisfying experience with them
Hookermazxxing for the win, I just need that cash, try it, first dozen times will suck, as you toughen up it becomes better
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I actually quite enjoyed reading that, we have some talented writers on this site tbh
Do they lube themselves or do they get wet when you just rub the pussy?
I think they need the lube.
Very nicely written.
I don't have any.
I know some guys who have escorts as their main hobby (apart from drinking). None of them are incels. They are very empty people. The emptyness of that type of meeting does not bother them, they are empty already.
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This is beautifully poetic, I can relate. I am beginning to be a veteran of the prostitute game. It's legal here in the UK, though still frowned up on. Just had one today in fact. Eastern European, completely cold and tired seeming. Not warm or open at all. Didn't let me like her pussy. Complained when I tried her armpit.
Out of 16 prostitutes only about half seemed to have had the time of day for me and that's taking into consideration that I am already paying them for their time!
@Permafrost thanks for the story. Yeah, most prostitutes are fucked up people. The higher end ones that are only doing it for a short period to pay for college might be better, but it takes a certain kind of broken person to make it a career.
The worst was also the first and only experience I had with an hooker: I and my best fried called an escort and took an appointment with her, but when we went to her apartment as we stated with her, she didn't even reply to our call
I am trying to stop doing it. How about you?
Very well written; if you aren't an aspiring author you should be. For any regular, empathetic guy who just yearns for some tenderness, seeing a hooker will often turn out to be a disappointment of the kind you describe. But you should know that also gold nuggets can be found. I have mentioned several times on this site that one of my fondest memories is of a night with a hooker – that encounter had all that what missing in a story such as yours. So I'd encourage you to not give up but rather learn from mistakes. We all do our best, this goes for you as well as for the girl you met, and we shouldn't be too hard on ourselves those times when it isn't enough.
Yea their SHEIT NIGGA GIBS ME MUH MUUUNEEEY I'm a tough guy gangster gorilla pimps are faggots
I told one that this wasn't my first time doing this kind of thing and she looked at me with a face of total disgust and borderline hate
Finding a hooker is like dating was back then jfl. Jfl @our existances. I wanna fking die.
If youre out of the dating pool youre in the hooker pool and have to find the right one youre then allowed to pay fml
Most of them use lube, some get wet but thats rare, only happens if you're already comfortable with hookers and you meet one thats sort of into you, well for me thats quite rare but when it does happen it makes for a good experience
Frankly I dont give a shit about appearances if she gets wet for me or not
Whether I payed 50 bucks or not, im fucking her and thats all that matters, I win
we could discuss the last one but whatever.
How would you rate yourself out of 10? Age? Hae you had relationships back then?
Nah man no relationships, nothing , never, nada, I rate myself as being godlike, im done playing the game, I dont compare my face to anyone
The only reason I can get a hooker on a rare occasion to be wet because hookers are actually some of the most affectionate foids ive met, some of them are incredible disrespecting bitches, but at the end if the day there are good ones, foids who are dedicating their lives to taking mens dicks all day, any men, no matter what his nationality, skin colour, height,no matter if its chad , your average normie or an incel, muscles or no muscles,glasses or no glasses, and that for multiple days a week for years
Thats some dedication to the cause, and it does take some heart and a degree of openess, if anything I think hookers (some of them) are the only foids who are literally friendly and open to incels
Or throwing away whatever pride I have left for a used up roastie where I'd put my dick in the same place another guy cummed in ten minutes before.
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