Paid for it

Getting paid for sex is always something I’ve considered. For those of you who follow me, you’ll know just how true this is.

Prostitution money is the equivalent to a modelling contract. Both are forms of validation of ability.

If I’m paid for sex it must mean that I’m good enough to be paid for it.

So, two days ago I spoke with a man whom I met on Gaydar. His profile clearly stated that he’d pay for sex as this would ‘cut the crap’.

His lack of photo wasn’t the best reassurance to me that Brad Pitt sat behind the keyboard. And when I saw him, there was very little I felt in terms of desire. He was very different to the sorts of men I’d normally find attractive. And this had me thinking.

Would sleeping with somebody who you didn’t desire in the least be worth enough if you were paid money for your services. Could you pretend to desire somebody for three hours of your life? Women fake their orgasm hundreds of times during their lifetime. Is this really so different?

If anything, the experimental, innovative and financial nature of this preposition had me turned on. And the control. I’d be able to do whatever I wanted, bar poking this ‘Top’.

He seems ‘intrigued’ by me. And would like to meet tomorrow for a drink/prelude to eventual intercourse.

The hardest part of this deal is pricing myself. What might hours of earnest licking and pumping warrant in terms of costs I wonder?