Taboo Tastes

Memba Ben By Memba Ben, 23rd Apr 2018 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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My sense of adventure always leads to me to do wild things but this particular time, it led me to pushing my moral boundaries. On this occasion, I went about trying to get a sex worker

A look back at the experience and lessons learnt from the time I bought a hooker.

Due to curiosity (but mostly thirst) and at the suggestion of a couple of friends, I decided to go eh…“procure the services of a sex worker”.

That’s right, I hired a hooker.

I know there’s a stigma around the industry and people find people who do such questionable but I didn’t see it as a big deal. I had never tried it before plus I’d get an itch scratched so I figured it would be worth a shot.

Some friends who had experience with such matters referred me to a place they knew so for research, I decided to check the both of them out.

Now, if there was one thing that I wish I knew going in, it’s that the price you pay will
determine the value you’ll get.

The first place I went to was in a dodgy part of town and with me not wanting to be seen in such an area, I went under the cover of darkness. As soon as I pulled up, one of the working ladies came up to my window and wasted no time getting into business.

“Hey baby, you looking for a good time?”

I spent a good minute in stunned silence at how blunt this lady was. No frills, no fuss, just straight to the point although this was what I came for, you’d think I’d have jumped at the opportunity, right?

Well, the price/quality equation stopped me from going in. Her rates were quite lower than I expected but it was probably due to the fact that she looked a bit (ok, a lot) older compared to her peers and in such industries where being physically attractive and appealing determines how much clientele you get, younger attractive men or women would always have the advantage over the more older professionals.

But to me, that wasn’t a big deal. What killed my vibe was that while I was talking to the lady, some random drunk guy who was walking by saw what was going on and thought I needed a customer review of the lady’s capabilities to do the job.

This guy came up to us and basically said the following:

“Yeah man, you should definitely take her. I had her not too long ago and she’s good at what she does” (I’m paraphrasing what he said because the actual version was way more vulgar).


The poor lady was embarrassed and tried to chase the guy away but the damage was done. I politely told her that I’m good and drove off, trying to put as much distance between myself and that place as possible.

I got home and tried to make sense of what just happened before coming to the conclusion that such an approach wouldn’t be in my best interests. With that said, I decided to go with a different approach. I went online, found someone I liked, called her and set up a date and time. While I was intrigued at what could happen, I was nervous as all hell and endless thoughts were running wild.

What if she looks different from her photos?
What if she wasn’t what she said she was?
Hell, what if I’m driving to a stickup?

But despite my reservations, I was determined to see this through. The risk might’ve been great but the reward was just too appealing.

I got to the hotel, went up to the room we agreed on, knocked and the door opened for me to lay eyes on one of the most attractive women I’d ever seen. She gave me a warm embrace, led me in, poured us a couple of drinks and broke the ice for conversation to begin. She was charming and attentive, laughed at all my stupid jokes.

It was seduction 101 and I was falling for it.

Sometimes, you can plan for things to work a certain way but life usually doesn’t work like that. When I began this, I just wanted to try it out but it was clear to me that I was in over my head. I’ve heard stories of guys falling for sex workers because they give them the attention nobody else would and initially, I found it hard to believe but having experienced the girlfriend experience, I could honestly see how it happens. You have this beautiful woman/man who is acting like you are the only thing in the world that matters, showing you all this attention, love and care. You are all that matters and that whole time together is about you and hat you want.

Is it really that hard to believe that people would fall for it?

I could feel myself getting to a dangerous point where I’d lose control of the situation so I excused myself to recollect myself and focus on why I came in the first place.

Once I was good, I went back and more or less suggested that we get the deed done but after a few minutes of getting intimate, something changed. Whether it was my conscience in overdrive or God telling me something, I’ll never know but the one moment she and I were undressing, getting ready to do the deed and the next, I wasn’t feeling it at all. I guess when it came down to it; I knew that despite the lady’s best efforts to make it look different, it was all fake. The way we met, the things we spoke of, the fun we had; it was all just leading up to that specific moment where I’d get what I wanted and she would’ve done what she needed to. Now I know there probably are some sex workers out there who enjoy what they do but regardless of that, I felt guilty as all hell and asked some serious questions of myself.

How did I get to a point where I was comfortable with buying sex and more importantly, how far would it go? I didn’t want to be one of those guys who (as time went on) became more desensitized to treating women well and think that I could get anything if I threw money at it.

It messed with me knowing that there was no hunt, no wooing or attraction which snapped me out of my thirst. I got off the lady, paid her full fee and apologized before leaving. But while my experience wasn’t the best, that isn’t to say that I think the industry doesn’t have any value. For many, sex workers are a godsend as they can provide so much more than the actual sex. They can be support systems, give love, counsel, attention and much more.

The only thing I’d advice is that should you be thinking of trying it out, go into it with set rules, don’t catch feelings and most importantly, respect the men and women that do this. Remember that it’s a service that they are offering and that despite what you may think of them and their profession, like everyone else, they are just doing what they can to get by in this experience we call life.


Personal Experience, Personal Experiences, Prostitutes, Prostitution

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