A few months ago, I decided that I would like to visit a male provider. I don’t “need” to pay for it; I wanted to have the experience and see what it is like from the other side. Also, I think this probably goes without saying, but I am a kinky one indeed. Furthermore, how could I not go for such an experience, simply to be able to tell such a tale and use it like a badge of honor?
I was also curious what it might be like to have a man take me whom I was paying to do so. And lastly, I will admit that it is just simply an extremely empowering thing to do. To be able to say, “I did what men do.”
So, I put out a request on el boardarino, wondering if anyone could point me in the right direction of where I could find such a man. From my own extensive knowledge and personal experience of such things, as well as some preliminary research, it seems that all male escorts advertise as gay.
Lo and behold, my query did not prove fruitless. I was contacted by a man, who suggested a particular provider to me. He does advertise as gay, but gent X let me know that he had visited provider Y with a lady friend of his, so he was likely open to seeing women.
I clicked the link I was sent with some anticipation. I browsed the page that opened before me; partly excited, partly afraid (and for good reason; Jesus H Christ, the size of this man’s penis! FYI: I am NOT a size queen.) I decided to go for it, and see what could happen. I sent him a message. I contacted him through my provider email and gave him full disclosure that I am a provider and that I was curious as I had never done anything like this before, and so wanted to have the experience.
A couple days later, he responded. He let me know that he is not local and that he would be in town at some point and so would let me know when that was going to happen.
I thanked him and our correspondence ended there.
A few months went by, and through the normal machinations of life, the idea got put on the back burner for me.
A couple of weeks ago, I was horribly ill with strep throat. So, of course this is the week my male provider would contact me. He let me know he was going to be in town the following week and asked if I would still like to meet. I agreed and we set a day and time.
After that had been arranged, I sat back and analyzed my emotions. I was surprised that I was not more nervous. I thought I would be. I was simply mostly just curious and also excited.
The day arrived. I began to dress for the session. I chuckled to myself as I went through the same routine I would for any one of MY sessions. I realized then that it was going to be challenging to me to not be in “work mode” during this experience.
I prepared his donation in much the same manner as my clients likely do for me. I considered what I should bring into the session with me. I needed to bring my full purse and wallet with me, because I had errands to run after the session. So I considered if I should leave them in the car, which I did not feel comfortable with, or if I should just bring everything in with me, which also gave me some pause (for obvious reasons.) In the end, I decided to bring everything in with me.
Thankfully, his hotel wasn’t too far from my place, so I didn’t have to drive far or to somewhere I was unfamiliar with.
I arrived early (on time, imo) and made my way to the room. I knocked and after a few mere moments, he answered. I was pleasantly impressed as he looked better than his photos.
I entered the room and was instantly disappointed. It was not as I would have wished it to be. This guy is obviously not the cleanest or tidiest person. As said, it was challenging not to be in work mode.
I was seeing everything through my provider eyes and thinking of how I operate and do things; the way I have my in-call arranged; the way it is always clean and smells nice; the ambiance I set for clients. I think anyone in the hobby can agree that you since you are compensating someone for an experience; you should receive that experience, in full. Even if I wasn’t a provider, I would have wanted a nice room for my session.
I set my things down and pulled out his envelope and said something simple, like, “This is for you.” He gestured to a table. I laughed to myself as I set it down. He, at least, understands the decorum of such things.
He was a very taciturn Paid man, not overly talkative. We exchanged a few obligatory pleasantries. I said something like, “I am a little bit nervous,” to which he responded, “Me too.” Hmmm, ok. I still haven’t decided if this was genuine on his part or he was just being a good provider and pandering to me.
Then he went in immediately. He began by kissing me as we stood; not bad, I thought. We moved to the bed, both of us fully dressed.
The foreplay that ensued was not bad by any means, at face value. He is a very passionate person, he knew what he was doing, knew how to touch me, kiss me, gesture and move.
This proceeded for about 10 -15 minutes. Things began to heat up and clothing was removed. We moved into the full on action. I won’t go into full details, but let’s just say it wasn’t awful.
However, I did feel that the whole thing was very mechanical, for me anyways.
I did “get there” (three times in fact), but even still. This experience has made me wonder how men can enjoy themselves so much meeting someone for the first time and not having any prior chemistry or intrigue built up between themselves and the person in question.
I consider myself to not be like most women. I don’t necessarily need a lot of romance or traditional dating etiquette to have sex with someone and to enjoy it. However, I guess I do still need some sort of attraction or build up on some level. Meeting someone for the first time, walking into a room and immediately moving into action was a bit mechanical for me. Everything was done well, on a physical level, but I just wasn’t “into it”.
We finished up, I cleaned him up (again, in work mode) and then we lay for some minutes. He became more talkative at that point (thank god) and we began to trade provider stories.
That part was fun. It was interesting to hear things from a male provider’s perspective.
After a bit of that, I decided I was done and had gotten what I had went there for, so I excused myself to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I decided not to shower there.
I dressed, we exchanged a few more pleasantries, we said our goodbyes and I left.
Total time spent was about 50 minutes….and I even tipped him as well, lols. (Remember gents, the gods smile on those who tip. ;-) )
All in all, it was most definitely not the best sexual experience I have ever had (far from it). However, I am most assuredly glad that I did this, do not regret it at all, and consider it money well spent.