Starting up

The first time I really even considered the idea of prostitution was when i was studying my first year uni course and sharing a room with another girl. She was a part-time escort and she suggested I work also. I was very inexperienced. I had only ever been fucked by two men.

At the time, my boyfriend was an engineering student and I had been spending an occasional night with him. But the sex was bad - I never came and was always dry - and he always told me I was a dud fuck and not at all sexual. So I was not confident.

Then I met John. He was at a KFC in Melbourne city one evening where I had stopped off for a bite. (How romantic!) I saw this guy - mid 30s I guessed - staring at me. I was quite annoyed and being on the rag, I over-reacted and went over to give him a piece of my mind.

When, I told he was a creep and he should stop ogling my tits, he apologised immediately and said that he just found me exceptionally pretty. His politeness and flattery calmed me down bit and we got talking. He was down from Sydney on work. He was at a city hotel and had just wanted something quick to eat. We continued on to coffee shop and I for some reason poured out my heart - mostly rubbish, I'm afraid. He listened well and gave sensible comments.

When I told him how my boyfriend called me a dud fuck, he told me that it was probably, my boyfriend's inadequacy and he was sure that, I was wonderful. I asked him did he want to try and he said of course he did. Since I was having my period, I asked him to try me next time he was in Melbourne. I think he thought I wasn't serious especially since he had told me he was married but he did give me his mobile.

I had found him really cute and really wanted to have sex with him - even though he was older than I had guessed - and I kept calling him most days to see when he would next be in Melbourne. About two weeks later, he was back in town and we caught up. We had a romantic dinner and then went back to his hotel and fucked. And I mean fucked! Every way - mouth, cunt and even ass and for most of the night. For the first time, I climaxed when I was with a man. I found I could enjoy fucking.

After that we met regularly and I told him about my flat-mate who was an escort and he was interested in it - he admitted that he was turned on by hookers. By now I was in love with him and very jealous of his wife but I had promised upfront never to create trouble.

Then disaster struck, his role had changed and he was not coming to Melbourne any more. On impulse, I packed my bags and moved to Sydney, took a bedsitter in Surry Hills and would catch up with him most lunch times.

But I had to pay the bills and I thought about it - he liked hookers, the job paid well, I was good at fucking, why not? I told him my idea and he was quite angry - "it would damage me" (he knew I had some emotional baggage that made me sometimes a little crazy), " I would be at risk both heath-wise and in terms of safety" and other arguments. I asked him if he would still fuck me if I worked and he conceded that he would. He was married and fucking his wife and I felt I could fuck other men also. So, my mind was made up and I searched through the ads and found a place that specialised in Asian girls and applied for a job.

Tuesday 24 July 2007 - 07:16AM (EST)