baserinstincts

Outsource your sex life

The other day, I found myself lost in a reverie.

You know those blank out moments where one thought rapidly follows the other and you don’t
know how long you’ve been staring into space?

I know, I know. Who has time for such indulgences these days?

But every now and then I like to engage in a little brain wandering.

In any case, I remember thinking of male escorts somehow and given my
um… situation (or lack thereof rather) I started to really consider it.

I don’t mean consider it in the let-me-go-online-and-find-a-service
sense. But rather, many women just assume that it’s something they’d never
do and never give it a moment’s thought.

I was one of those.

Until I decided to explore it further.

Well what’s so bad about it I ask myself?

I really couldn’t come up with anything.

When I was younger and knew less of the ways of the world, I
assumed, like many of you I’m sure, that a woman would have to be
really desperate to pay for sex.

Dire straits indeed.

In my own considerations that was not the case. I have, as I’m sure many of you do, any
number of men I can call that would be more than willing to “break me off.”
In general, for women, getting laid is never the problem. There is always an abundance of
willing and able partners.

However what afflicts me, (and I’m sure many others have the same affliction) is a certain particularity
when it comes to whom we allow to part the folds. Entry to our sacred space must ever be negotiated,
and therein lies the challenge.

So, seeing as how we negotiate sex anyways, whether blatant or implicit (but seldom really get what
we want in spite of such negotiations) why not get excatly what we are looking for?

Enter male escort.

I love male company. I love it in small doses.

I do not want a man in my life at present. I’m in no hurry to be back
on a leash.

I would like, however, some one or ones to warm the sheets
every now and then.

Finding said ones however is a task fast proving far more difficult than I
expected.

In our great Society, the one of instant gratification, when one
wants something, one can usually just go out and get it.

If I had a few hundred or thousand dollars to play with then why not
treat myself to the exact company I want? One ordered according to my
specifications. I tap danced for a man for the last year. Why should I not
control the strings for a little while? Anywhere else you can have
exactly what you want, made to order. So I ask you, what is so wrong with
me dialing up an intelligent, funny, extremely attractive man, who’s
sole objective is to cater to my every sexual whim? One whom I can,
without guilt or pretense, send home afterwards?

Nothing.

Except maybe the price tag(the price, monetary or otherwise, is always
too high isn’t it).

As it were, I’d rather buy shoes.

Or vibrators (I’ll need them).