WEIGHT: 65 kg
Sex services: Photo / Video rec, Deep throating, Massage anti-stress, Sex oral in condom, Tie & Tease
Becoming a sex worker was the easiest thing I have ever done. I simply took out an ad on a website that offered sexual services by private escorts. DD cup, cm tall. I have long brown hair, dark brown eyes and a pretty face. I am available on an out-call basis. That was it. I was in business. I had never imagined that I would end up working in the sex industry, but when my husband told me he wanted out after 15 years of marriage, I found myself having to make some tough decisions.
I did a budget, and while there was enough money to cover the mortgage and bills, there would be no money for food. I could have returned to full-time work in my former profession, which would have seen me working up to 10 hours a day in a stressful role and seeing little of my children.
Or I could think outside the square. The idea to become a sex worker came from a conversation at a post-separation dinner party my girlfriends had thrown me. The conversation turned to sex work. We jokingly talked about how selling our bodies could be the answer to our various financial woes. I began to wonder if sex work could really be the answer to my problems. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to be a practical solution.
After placing the ad I had not expected such a quick response. My ex had the kids, so I told him I was. I was immediately in a state of panic. I tried to calm down by telling myself that it was just sex. I'd had sex many times before - surely sex work was just the same? I had to prepare. What to wear? I rummaged through my drawers to find some long-abandoned lingerie. I decided on a dress that was stylish and showed off my cleavage, but didn't scream "hooker".
As the hour for my first booking drew near, I showered, washed and conditioned my hair, and moisturised every inch of my body.