Escort Horror Stories Man Code – Gotta Do It

14Sep/110

Escort Horror Stories: Guess What I Brought Home?

Guess What I Got

I once had a female friend that said, “No matter how long it’s been since you’ve gotten laid – it’s never bad enough that you have to go pay for it.”  Well, she wasn’t offering up any solutions, so I didn’t really listen.  Sometimes, life gets the best of us and if you’re not in a relationship and you don’t have time to meet someone to hook up with – well, the only alternative is to call an escort.  Now, I’m not proud of this and I don’t make a habit of it.  In fact, I’ve only done it one time and I will NEVER do it again.

My experience was horrible and I’m now out to warn everyone of what can happen if you choose this route:  it goes like this.  I was out of town - my work keeps me traveling, so I’m almost too busy to meet anyone right now.  I’m not into one-nighters because I find that someone always gets hurt or worse, they call and call all the time and I just can’t deal with that.  Most of the time, I work late and am so tired I just want to crash when I’m done with the day, but on this one night, I was finished early and feeling the need for some company.  I check the phone book and there it is:  escorts.  There we go, I decided to call.

Guess What I Got

Guess What I Got

First of all, the rates were through the roof, but I make good money, I was down.  So, I tell them that I love brunettes – long, lean and brown eyed if possible.  It’s just my thing.  They say they have the perfect person and will send her right over.  I clean up my hotel room a little and try to get ready.  I’m not familiar with this kind of thing.

Finally, there’s a knock at the door.  I check the peep hole and I see a red head standing there.  She’s gorgeous, sure, but not what I wanted.  I let her in.  She’s got the personality of a frog – if a frog had a personality.  No small talk, no nicey-nice.   Just, “what do you like?”  Good thing I didn’t want to take her out.  I turned off the lights and we did our thing.  It was okay – no passion, no pleasure from her.  It was like being with a robot, but whatever, she was warm.

She goes on her way and it’s all good – for a while.  I’m not going to gross you out with my symptoms, but I thought I was going to be minus one appendage.  It was pretty ugly, but I went to the doctor and fortunately got it taken care of.  Now, I keep my money – and my hands to myself.

I know it's been mentioned before here, but you seriously need to stop looking at escorts and look at women that are wanting affairs. You virtually eliminate the STD risk and you have more of a PSE if you ask me! After all, these women are sexually frustrated! Check out the discreet dating site of Ashley Madison.

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