Looking for love in all the wrong places

I have certain hard and fast rules that I live by when seeing women:
1. Always play it safe – No exchange of any bodily fluids, meaning no BBBJ, DATY, LK, DFK*.
2. Always be discreet – I very much live a secret life apart from this blog. Even my best friends do not know that I see these women. Never use your real name – but come up with something normal like "tyrone" rather than "sex_machine69".
3. Always be respectful – God knows how many jerks these poor girls have to put up with. Treat them like you'd treat a friend. Always be a gentleman.

*BBBJ = bareback blowjob
DATY= dining at the Y (aka: cunnilingus)
LK = light kissing
DFK = deep French kissing

My original experiences with escorts was about 12 years ago through the newspaper classifieds. This was always hit and miss because you never knew what you were getting. A 5'-7", 115lb, voluptuous blonde sometimes turned into a 4'-2" 200lb, morbidly obese, bald woman.

With that said, there were some positive experiences in the earlier days. One that comes to mind was a girl named Leslie. It took a lot of nerve to make that first call but she was very nice and understanding.

I got all dressed up in my finest and picked up a bottle of decent red wine. Leslie asked for me to take my clothes off and wait for her on the bed. When she came into the room I was still wearing my underwear – boy was I green. She patiently indicated "all" my clothes and returned moments later.

I can't remember her rate – I believe it was something around $150 for the hour. I was asked to leave an envelop on the dresser and not to hand it to her directly. In retrospect, I guess this was in case I was a cop – i.e.: no direct exchange of funds. There was no kissing, DATY or BBBJ allowed.

We both got a little tipsy with the wine and she started getting flushed and giggly. She performed what was my first CBJ (covered blowjob) and I remember it was absolutely great. We switched to missionary, then doggy, then cowgirl and then missionary again.

I made love to this girl for close to 40 minutes strait. I believe she had a couple of orgasms in the process. Afterwards, I realized that my bedroom stamina was due to a depression medication that I was taking at the time – it significantly delayed my orgasm. When I finally did cum it was like opening up the dam. The poor girl must have thought I was superman or something.

We talked for a while and discussed our lives. She was earning enough money to go to college and I was recently divorced. It was a wonderful first experience that I will always remember. It's a real bonus when there's a little emotional connection with a girl and you share a little bit of each other lives. Just because you have sex for money it doesn't mean you don't have a heart.