Ever paid or been paid for sex?

well that brings up interesting thought that a poster said here. If you take someone out for dinner and you pay for completely and have sex with them what is the difference between that and going at it with a slut?

In my eyes they are the same, both strangers and you are paying for the night and getting the sex from him or her.

Personally, I go dutch so I wont bother or be bothered with sex but my views are a little different in life.

Two semesters in college over 20 years ago. I worked as an escort. Those of us who live in Los Angeles know there are always clients wanted to pay for it. I was making $500.00 a pop, and was pretty well working 4 to 5 nights a week, and somethimes two to three times a day on some weekends. I don't reccomend it, it gets addictive. Those semesters paid for a good portion of my college and bought me a car.

Well only as a fantasy for a guy. He paid me $100 after a nite where we played him picking me up at a bar and spending a night with him as his hooker.

If he offered money he should have offered more! I would offer you more...

Escorted in school myself. It was one of the most rewarding things I've ever done. And being a masculine gay jock bottom got me a lot of work.

Well, having been around a few years, having middle-aged wife whose sex drive doesn't come close to mine, and being a sex-addict of sorts, I have and probably will continue to purchase the company of some lovely ladies 4-5 times a year. It's a great way to fulfill some of the desires for oral (both giving and receiving) that I love so much that I don't get at home, a threesome that isn't gonna happen otherwise, lol! I sometimes feel guilty, but then again it keeps me from complaining about what I don't get and be a little more pleasant to my wife, who otherwise is a perfect companion.

once a few years ago when i was in college i was walking home a little drunk after the clubs closed. this car pulled up to me and it was an older heavy set man that offered me money to suck me off. he started at 50. i said no, then 75 and i said no again. he got to 100 and i told him i wasn't into dudes (yea i know a lie) to fuck off and leave me alone. i thought what the hell was that all about. turns out a few days later a friend informed me that particular street was where alot of younger guys in need of some cash for whatever reasons hung out and guys looking to pay cruise up and down the street and pick them up.
apperantly if you like a guy you cruise back and forth past him. if he's interested in making a "sale" he'll make repeated eye contact or flag you down. of course i remember the guy "cruising" me and in my drunken state i of course stared at him which of course was what probably led him on.

also, my boyfriend is big into role play and he has brought up the idea of playing at pretending to be a hooker or his personal favorite involves me being a hitchhiker and he picks me up then makes me submit to sex if i still want a ride. we haven't gotten around to trying either one of them yet but i must admit i am open to the idea.

I probably would, if I was strapped for cash... only thing is that I'm picky. LOL... So it might not work out. I guess I'd have to be at least semi-attracted to the person... or the idea....

I've had a fantasy of being "the call girl".... but haven't followed through. It will probably remain a fantasy.

Shinato-you and that BF of yours are lip (and ass) smacking cute. Any chance I ever make it Missouri, you two offer to show a brother a good time?

My profile: http://my.manhunt.net/ inside_man

nuff respect dragonfly20. Shame you cant do that 2 me sometime, minus the money lol.

Walking home late one night in 1969 from my bar tending job at Olaf's on Telegraph Ave. in Berkeley, CA, a car pulled over and a well-know local news anchor asked me if I wanted a ride. I had to walk to Rockridge, about 4 miles, so I hopped in his family station wagon. On the way he offered me 20 silver dollars if I'd let him give me a blow job. I didn't need the money, but I was curious so I agreed. We pulled over on a dark side street below the Berkeley Hills. I pulled out my snake. He was impressed. He then removed this perfect upper and lower dentures. I was a bit queasy about him sucking me off when I discovered he had no teeth, but I have to admit it was a great blow job. Not only could he easily manage getting the head of my dick in his mouth he could also deep throat a good portion of it . . . and he was good at it. I came in less than 5 minutes. He gave me 20 Morgan silver dollars, claiming that's all the cash he had on him from a recent gaming in Tahoe. We hooked up for about ten more subsequent clandestine meetings in a studio apartment he kept on the Berkeley City limits at the edge of Oakland. All I ever had to do was lay back and be "trade" as he took his time sucking me off. He always gave me a $50 bill afterwards. I still have those original 20 Morgan silver dollars.

That was the first time I ever sold my availability for sex. Enjoyed it.

Fabulous story midlifebear!
I rather like that he gave you and you still have
those Morgan Dollars.
cigarbabe

I once made my girl go get us drive-thru after sex, but I guess that doesn't count. Still, a big mac is a payment of sorts, right? If so, I am one cheap manwhore.

And you know, he never rang me again for another date!
Go figure.

that was an excellent story midlifebear, thanks for sharing. the image of the newsanchor removing his dentures is priceless.
i also love how all of the references in your tale are at the ground zero of the late 60s counterculture. awesome.