Hey everyone,

I would love to hear everyone’s thoughts on a recent encounter. I am not from the US. I don’t book freelance or self-employed sex workers. Most of the accesible ones from my country work in brothels. The sex workers are girls from other countries that come here for a short period of time. They work and then they leave.

Some background on me, in case, I sound like another delusional client. I have seen a good number of sew workers in the last year or so. I have always understood that it was a transactional relationship. I knew I was there for sex and a good time. The first thing I told myself when I started was that the sex worker definitely doesn’t love me. She’s here to provide a service. I am here to enjoy the sex. Be polite, be kind but never cross the personal boundary. This might sound a little odd to some of you but I have a personally rule of not visiting the same sex worker twice. One reason is that I always wanted to maintain a distance. It’s easier for me to just view it as an enjoyable physical experience. The other is that a lot of these girls don’t stay in the country for all that long.

However, all that changed because of an encounter from last week. I booked a lady from a mid-range agency/brothel/whatever you want to call it. I admired her beauty the moment I stepped into the room. I knew I was in for a good time. The sex was obviously great. She is a professional after all but as the session went on the mood really started to shift.

It might be hard for some of you to believe this but I am definitely not the type that enjoys breaking down a sex workers defenses or to prompt her into being vulnerable. The very reason why I enjoy this is because it’s not real. I can escape the emotions. I can just get into sex.

She dropped her guard as we progressed into our session. She confided in me about her work. She let me into her personal world. It went from the usual transactional brothel sex to something a lot more intimate. She really had no reason to do it because she was leaving in three to four days. I was likely not going to see her again. In fact by the time the session was over, her body language and her choice of words made it apparent that this was likely our final meeting.

Now onto the part where I think I crossed the line, after thinking about it for the next two to three days, I tried my luck. I tried to get another booking. I expected her to be out of the country. She wasn’t. Turns out it was her last day here. Needless to say, this visit was even more intimate than the first one. She gave me her personal number at her insistence by the time our time was done.

What’s everyone’s take on this? Am I just another delusional client? Or did we manage to establish a deeper connection? Let me know if you have more questions or would like more details on the interactions too.