Chapter 1: Becoming an Escort

I’ve always been a very sexual person and was fortunate to have been raised in an open and loving family environment which nurtured that side of me and allowed me to explore in a caring and secure environment. Once I had sex for the first time with my boyfriend at the age of fourteen, there was no stopping me and since then I have been with a number of men (and women) in a number of widely varying settings.

As a result I’ve grown accustomed to my daily (or more often) “fix” where my deepest and most innermost cravings can now be only satisfied through an orgasm - including the process in getting one. If I don’t have a partner available (and often even when I do), masturbation is an alternative but no matter how hot it gets, doing yourself can never replace the real thing.

Going to college was a challenge for me in many of the same ways it is for most kids. In addition, more so than most kids my age I had the pressure of having to go without sex for extended periods of time. If it had not turned out that my first roomie was bi, I am not sure how I would have made it through my freshman year. Brenda was a lifesaver for me and she is still one of my closest friends. My sophomore year was quite a different story however. Although I was more mature in terms of leaving home and dealing with the college environment, my new roomie was just the opposite of Brenda when it come to her sexuality.

When I first saw Karen I thought maybe I would be lucky again. She was dressed in jeans and a halter that were at the bleeding edge of the school dress code and was an absolute fox. I quickly found out though that while she was a delicious tease and knew exactly what she had going for her, Karen was determined to be a virgin when she got married. Worse, at least for me, she defined virginity in a VERY broad manner. Karen believed that ANY form of sex was wrong before marriage - even masturbation and fondling!

Karen’s views on clothing walked a fine line. Nudity was a total no-no but revealing shorts, miniskirts, halters, even a string bikini were OK. A few meager pieces of cloth were sufficient so long as they covered her pussy and nipples. I was shocked out first night when I went to go to bed and she was upset because I was nude. I didn’t want to start off the year on the wrong foot with her so even though it had been nine years since I wore clothes to bed (other than when I was visiting someone) I spent my entire sophomore year sleeping in shorts and T-shirts.

I dealt with the situation for the first semester as best I could, mainly through a LOT of masturbating. After a holiday break at home, I returned to school “recharged” and then looked around my dorm room only to be struck me squarely between the eyes with the realization that another semester of secretive masturbation was facing me and my heart sank at the prospect. Now don’t get me wrong - I LOVE to masturbate but girls like me needs more!

In desperation I found myself calling a few escort agencies in Columbus and selected the one that seemed the most professional and discriminating. I figured if they were that way when choosing their girls then hopefully they would be with the guys as well. The agency checked out potential clients to be sure they were not felons, wanted criminals or known sex offenders. Although the agency does not officially sell or promote sex, let’s face - a guy doesn’t pay $1,000 or more just for pleasant conversation.