From 1992-2001 I occasionally worked as an escort. My husband and I were in the lifestyle (“swingers” to some), but the transition from purely recreational sex to becoming a sex worker taught me a lot of life lessons. I’m going to share a few memories and lessons learned.

First of all, why become an escort? The answer was simple – I could earn in an hour more than I took home in a week from my “regular” job. So, seeing a few clients in a week made a big difference in my income. I was “older” when I started escorting, already past my mid-20s in an industry that sees a lot of women 18-25. I had an all-natural, in shape body, and my looks were good, but I was never going to compete with the “10s” out there. If anything, I’m more the girl-next -door type. But I was incredibly successful due to two factors: Craigslist and TheEroticReview.

Craigslist was THE website in the 1990s for escorts to advertise. If I put an ad out there and showed I was available, I was guaranteed to have 8 or 10 inquiries in the first hour. But once I had been out there for a few weeks, customers started leaving reviews about me on TheEroticReview, and my email blew up! Like they say, a happy customer is the best advertising.

One of the things guys always commented on were my oral skills. I admit it, I know my way around a cock. Being in the lifestyle with my husband for a few years meant I had sampled cocks of all different lengths, girths and colors. A discovery I made early in the game was that the vast majority of guys seek out escorts because their wives/girlfriends won’t give them head! They are getting fucked regularly, but crave a talented mouth wrapped around their throbbing cock. You always crave what you don’t have, I guess. In any case, that helped me develop a following.

Another lesson I learned was that sex was about 50% of what the guy wanted. The rest was having someone to listen to them and provide some physical contact. I’ve lost count of how many hours ended up being 10 minutes of sucking/fucking followed by 50 minutes of cuddling while I listened to their problems with their job, kids, wives, etc. Your escort is often more of a therapist than a sex worker, or at least that was my experience.

My customer service attitude and listening skills are on-point, a carry-over from my “real” job. Those really came into play here. I had young guys who hired me to take their virginity, businessmen traveling for work looking for some diversion, older guys who had discovered the joys of Viagra, and a few “special needs” clients who had medical or physical issues that meant I had to get creative.

I also had a few regulars. One guy in particular saw me twice a week for 5 years for a BJ to completion. After awhile I told him to stop wasting his money on the hotel room, and he’d come to my house. I’d answer the door nude for him, and he would drop my envelope on the hall table. He’d get naked, lay back on the couch, and I would kneel between his legs. The sessions never lasted more than 30 minutes, and often half that. He would caress my body and play with my breasts as I worked on him, then give a powerful orgasm that I swallowed for him. I would lay there naked, gently fingering my pussy while he got dressed, and he’d usually drop a tip on his way out. Taking into consideration holiday weeks or vacations, etc., I must have swallowed 450-475 loads of cum from this guy. Average ejaculate size is 1.5-5ml, and this guy was definitely a heavy cummer. But even if I use 3ml as an average, I must have swallowed 5-6 cups of jizz from this guy over the years. And why was he there? His wife stopped doing oral after they were married. So ladies, if you want to keep a happy husband who won’t be booking escorts, suck that dick!

I was 38 when I stopped escorting. Ancient by escort standards, really. But I was lucky that I’ve always looked 10-15 years younger than my actual age and kept it in shape. Even today I might accept the right offer if it came along.

Without a doubt, Lifestyle Sex is better than Escort Sex. Much less work to begin with as it’s purely recreational fucking, and the partners are selected. 95% of the customers I had would not be ones I would choose to fuck IRL, but their money was the right color. There were a few clients who were so hot, sexy and skilled that I almost felt guilty taking their money – but I did. Although I did talk one guy into becoming a male escort, because he was so perfect, I felt like I should be paying him!

I’ll share more adventures from this part of my life in the future. Not sure what aspects are of most interest, so if anyone has questions, feel free!