I was reading some stories from sex workers who were talking about their saddest experiences in doing their job. I’m sure you ladies (and gentlemen) have stories of your own. In fact, I’ll start:

Several years ago my mom passed away, we always had a close relationship. As I lay in bed that night I just felt the need for intimacy, not so much “sex” but just the closeness of a woman. So I contacted a regular of mine and she agreed to see me (it was late night, about 2:00am), not knowing the circumstances of why I called. Now I feel kind of sorry for her as she didn’t know until we had climbed in bed my situation. Not only was she gentle and sensitive but I still remember it as one of the most amazing nights. She was non-rushed and went above and beyond in her normal services. But what stood out most was her sensitivity in a difficult situation. This was not “wam-bam, knock ‘em dead sex” rather slow, gentle and deeply passionate.

Bottom line - when all is said and done, we’re all human with both good a bad times that come into our lives. Sometimes it’s this very industry that provides the perfect combination of comfort and companionship needed at that moment in time.

Anyone else have a story to share?