Yesterday, I had a super lovely client—probably the nicest I’ve met so far. He’s requested to see me again tomorrow, which is great. Everything went well, he’s a really big guy: super tall, broad-shouldered, with big arms, while I’m short and petite. At one point, we were in doggy position, and then he flipped me over into missionary with one hand, like I was a pillow or a pankace . He wasn’t rough or anything; he’s just really strong, and I’m small. But for a second, as he was on top, I thought, "this guy could easily do something to me right now, and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it"

I only do outcalls to hotels and private spas and I feel generally safe doing this work, especially since it’s fully decriminalized here. But yesterday I was thinking that it doesn't really matter the legality of this job in the moment when I'm naked under some strange man.

This is obviously worst case scenario, and the average client just want to have a good time. But psychopaths exist and the idea of being helpless really scared the shit out of me.