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  • Threesome With a Married Couple – Erotic Story

    Threesome With a Married Couple – Erotic Story

    I watched with pleasure how your lips met in a passionate kiss. Kissing bare necks, your hands around her. You kissed like two high school students experimenting with life. I was very close, but I didn’t disturb or stop. The passion that has arisen among you was something magical. Her hands caressed your back and slid to your ass. You grabbed her hips and forced her to you. My penis was tense and desperately pushing through my pants.

    ***

    We had just entered the room after a passionate night of dancing, and you let go of the emotions that had been there all evening, from the dinner party, then the dance floor, to the soft sofas in the smoky club corner, to the taxi and now entering the spacious lobby of a beautiful hotel – you could no longer be stoped. Silent growls and muffled panting, and your beautiful bodies. I called you further.

    You took her hand and led her deeper into the room. We didn’t turn on the lights, the light in the hallway illuminated the dark room enough for our bodies to find each other. Jackets and shoes were flown across the room. The buttons on my shirts and both of your dresses were unbuttoned and you laid on bed. She was as active as you. Your slender hands grabbed everything they wanted.

    “I’ll take a shower,” I said quietly, leaving you both alone

    Rinsed and naked, I went back into the room. You were without dresses, only in underwear. You had tried hard and put on a transparent black classic, she was in white. Another moment and the bras disappeared. Your half-naked bodies laid on bed. I came very close and was standing next to you. You turned to me and smiled, continuing to kiss and caress each other.

    After a moment you got up and let us both enjoy your beautiful body. I glanced at your narrow waist, broad hips and chest – full of milk after the birth of our baby – they hung heavily like two beautiful, ripe fruits. The breasts themselves called to get them in my hands, to enjoy, to squeez them gently. You caressed yourself and winked at her.

    She sat up so that her face was at the same hight as your breasts. Looking into your eyes, she leaned closer and grabbed one of them. Her cheeks fluttered as she gently sucked you and you enjoy it. And only then did she realize she was tasting you. Her lips sucked out your sweet milk, a surprise in her eyes didn’t stop her. She didn’t let go – she hugged your ass as she sucked you as a honeycomb. As she leaned over, a small stream of white milk ran down her chest and dripped onto the bed.

    I swas amazed from this amazing sight!

    Her little nipples were risen, as if watching. You bowed down and kissed her. For a long time and passionately you tasted her lips, then her chin and neck, licking drops of your milk from her with your tongue. You also got the tip of her breast in your mouth and gently bit it. I saw that as you bowed, a white stream flowed from your breast.

    I stood by you and hug your hips. I couldn’t hold any longer. I wanted you! I pressed you from behind, you tilted your head and smiled at me. I felt your butt press against me, stroking my dick in an imperceptible motion. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, leaving us alone, closing the bathroom door. I leaned you forward, on your elbows, pulled on side you black panties and spread you legs. Your round butt was right there in front of me, your swollen pussy was calling me. I did not hesitate – I forced my penis into you and thrusted as hard as I could.

    You were so wet and hot that I immediately slipped into you. I gasped, grabbed you by the hips and went in rough. I had been waiting all night for this moment. As I fucked you, I grabbed your breasts and squeezed them, and in an instant my hands became wet from your milk.

    I heard the door open and she came out

    She was naked, wrapped in a towel. You looked at her while I was still fucking you hard. You rested on your chest, slipping your bottom in the air and looking at her. She came to us, dropped her towel, leaned over and kissed you, then she kissed me.

    “Now you,” I said, smacking your ass hard and painful, and you just moaned with pleasure. I slipped out of you, you got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at her, took her hand and put it on my dick. I hugged her and kissed her gently, slowly lowering her on bed. My penis was in her hand. I laid her down, spread her legs, and immersed my face in her lap. I licked it slowly and all around. I sucked her lips, pushed my tongue deeper with a caressing kiss, and I got her fluffy lips in my mouth – I sucked and did what I could. After a while, you got out of the shower.

    We were all naked, clean and aroused

    You got down on your knees beside me, and our faces were at her bare crotch. I leaned back a little, and now your tongue touched her pussy. You licked her from the bottom up and soak into her lap knowing where the switch on the highest peak of pleasure is. We took a moment to give her some pleasure, then we both got up.

    Kiss her,” I called, but I wanted something else. When you climbed on her, leaving her belly between your legs, your breasts were on her face again. This time you got your breast in your hand and squeezed. A white dew erupted from it and rained on her mouth, on her lips and cheeks. She opened her mouth and eagerly swallowed every drop. In the meantime, you were massaging other nipple until sweet drops of milk began to flow from it. She drank you fully and with such a lust.

    In the meantime, I joined you behind your back, lifted her legs as high as I could, and pushed my dick into her pussy. Moaning sound came from her mouth when I was all in her, but her face was muffled by your breasts and the white sweetness that didn’t start to run out.

    We made love in silence

    Silent cries from her spoke of pleasure. My penis was already out of her sweet lap, I pulled you closer to me, bent your hips and put my cock in you. I continued as strongly and with pleasure watched as both of your bodies swung in unison.

    I pulled my penis out and lied down next to you. I watched for a moment as you kissed, then joined. I took the tip of your breast in my mouth and sucked as much as I could. The sweet milk filled my mouth with pleasure, and I saw that she did the same. You closed your eyes, gasping quietly. Then you grabbed my thing and continued massaging while we sucked your sweet nectar.

    I leaned in, grabbed her by the chin, turned her toward me, and kissed her. I felt your milk on her lips and dripping onto your chest. I got up on my knees so that my dick is just above her face. She obediently swallowed it. I kissed you in the meantime. She helped with her hand and suddenly I felt very close to the finish. I stoped.

    “Now you?” I shamelessly asked her

    She just smiled and you got off her. She turned on her belly, I grabbed her hips from behind and lifted her bottom up, putting her on her knees just like I did it with you a moment ago. Her ass was wating. She spread her legs, settled in more comfortably, and was hiding her face in the pillows. We got on our knees behind her. My penis was in your tight grip, we kissed passionately for a moment and then turned to her. Her buttocks were so close and open, the dark inviting hole higher and the pink lips widened below – nothing hidden but visible and accessible to both of us.

    You bow down and, as kissed the roundness of her ass, sliped your arms between her legs, and caress her soft crotch. “More,” I said, touching your breast. You grabbed your nipple, leaned forward and squeezed it. A moment, and the white drops were already falling on her ass. They flowed down the anus, slipping into the vagina and then running down to the sheets. I stood behind you, I bent over you and stretch out your legs. One moment and I was in you, and ready to tear you as hard as you could. I forced you down even more and you understood me. Your lips touched her ass, and your tongue slid deeper until you touched her sweet anus.

    You licked her gently, but I couldn’t longer control the strength and pushed you hard. You kissed and licked her bottom, you slid down. Your tongue was already stroking her wet vagina from behind and back to the bottom. You tasted her all, and she moaned submissively, forcing her ass even higher. Seeing all this, I couldn’t longer stop myself, but I banged you hard until the last moment. Then I pulled my thing out of you and let the sperm spill all over your butt and back, enjoying the pleasure and watching with the corner of my eye as your lips caress her nakedness…

    ***

    My orgasm was so strong. The image slowly focused in front of my eyes and I saw that she was laying on her stomach. And you next to her, massaging her crotch with your hand and stroking the bottom, leisurely, rhythmically, uplifting. Everything was like slow motion – I turned to you, smiled, feeling exhausted and watching you both.

    “I’ll help,” I barely said. I started kissing her legs, pussy, ass. My hands and yours touched her, caressing her nakedness. I grabbed her and turned her on back. Being completely powerless after a long evening and a crazy night, I gathered all my remaining power and flattened her slender legs. I stepped even closer and sank into her hot vagina with all my face, kissing as much as I could, my tongue fluttering over her lips and clitoris. I didn’t force it, but I was very persistent. My efforts did not go unnoticed – her emotions slowly turned into pleasure. I saw her belly lift in deep breaths, and with the corner of my eye I watched her slender breasts swell. I knew it was coming. You leaned next to her, and watched, stroking her naked body with your hands.

    Tremble took over her body, her muscles tensed, and I clearly recognized the signs of her nearness of pleasure. I became even more faster, and then the magical moment when everything started to end but was still climbing, but you know that there is no way back. She leaned over and moaned and gasped. Grabbing my head, she squeezed it into her lap and shouted in passion, finally giving her the best pleasure in the world. She moaned loudly and again, and in spite of your lips on her lips, the moans of pleasure filled the dark hotel room for a long time…

  • Cold Winter Night – Erotic Story

    Cold Winter Night – Erotic Story

    I’ve always really liked sex. I have been married to my husband for 4 years but passion has not disappeared, and hopefully never will. Every night is like a new adventure. Every night it seems that we are meeting each other again, for the first time.

    We live in a house that we have to heat ourselves. Once we wasn’t home for a few days, it was at the end of December. The house was very, very cold and we had no desire to heat it that late at night. We thought we would watch TV and go to bed. But not without sex. In such a cold my nipples were hard, which made me more aroused, and also him. He caressed them gently with his cold hands, and I became more horny. I grabbed his dick and started to massage it.

    He licked my pussy and worked with his fingers until I felt such a wave of arousal that I couldn’t hold back, and began to lick his juicy penis. It was wet, and a stream of sweet moisture flowed from it into my mouth. It was pulsating. I wanted to taste it completely. He gasped. I licked the tip of his penis, sucked it, took it in my mouth as deep as I could until it stoped in my throat. I sucked it softer, then harder. He was completely ready.

    I decided to take the condom out of the closet. But when I got up, my husband stopped me halfway at the table, pushed me on it, and he just started fucking me from behind. I felt his big penis getting harder and harder, I felt my juices dripping, I was so damn wet. I wanted him to touch my nipples with his hands. My pussy completely covered his thing, I felt every thrust. I wanted him to fill me completely. I felt how hard it was, how swollen it was … this moment was everything. I hadn’t been fucked so hard in a long time.

    Then he calmed down, took a condom, and put it on. I sat on his penis like a rider. I rode heavily on him. My clit rubbed against his skin, creating more pleasure for me. Then he turned me on my stomach, and started to intensely fuck me in dogy style. I felt like I was so wet. He stimulated my wet, lustful clit with his hand, it seemed as I could explode from this indescribable pleasure. He fucked me until he finished. It was long and unimaginably perfect.

    Some minutes passed. He started to lick my pussy again, and we were preparing for the next round. He kept fucking me. I was already tired, but I wanted sex no matter what! This time we did it without a condom. I will not deny that I like it better that way. Then I feel him better, and so does he. I can feel his skin, his moisture. It feels so much better. Before he was about to finish, he let me suck it. I sucked until his dick started pulsing harder and harder. I felt like he was about to explode. He finished in my mouth. His juice flowed down my throat, across my lips. I swallowed it, sucking his cock gently. Fantastic night, right?

  • I only experience an orgasm when I think about my ex

    I only experience an orgasm when I think about my ex

    Hello! I never thought I would ever be in such a situation. Long story short – it turns out that I still haven’t forgotten my ex, no matter how I try. And the story is like from the Sex/Life series, except that I don’t have the perfect man and children yet. I was with my ex-boyfriend for almost four years, we experienced a lot together. We had an inhumanly strong bond, but if things had been so perfect, I probably wouldn’t be writing here now.

    End of toxic relationship

    Along with deep conversations, good sex and spontaneous adventures, there was constant manipulation and abnormal jealousy. It seems that I was in a relationship with a complete sociopath, I never knew in what mood he would wake up in the morning. During the last years of our friendship, all my friends kept telling me to dump him as soon as possible.

    That is what happened in the end. The breakup was far from peaceful – we got very angr, we said terrible things to each other, but it felt like I was doing the right thing. I remember that time with complete relief. And I recovered immediately – my friends said that I had become myself again.

    It was very easy because everything I felt against this person was anger. I would like to end this story like that, but oh well.

    All I can think of is my ex

    About a year after the divorce, I accidentally met him. I don’t know what happened to me, but it seemed that the ground under my feet was starting to sway. Cold sweat began to fall from my back, my heart raced like hell, and my hands trembled. We exchanged a few words from the series “hello, how are you?” Everything went its way, but then it took me half a day to recover.

    I realized that the strong anger I had felt for him for so long had evaporated somewhere. When I woke up from a very long sleep, I began to remember everything but the bad things he had done to me.

    Well, and then it started… I should probably mention that I didn’t have a regular partner at that time, and I wasn’t particularly happy about having sex with random partners without any emotional connection. I didn’t even notice how my ex appeared more and more in my fantasies.

    When I returned home after this short meeting, I was masturbating, and his brown eyes came to mind. Damn it! I’m not surprised why I fell in love with them so much these four years.

    At first I tried to replace his face with something else in my head, but I failed. I just gave up later because it was too good. In short, I will not say how many times I have thought of him when I did it with another man or masturbated. The biggest problem is that this is the only way I can get an orgasm.

    I am angry with myself because I know I don’t ever want to return to a relationship with him, but I guess that I will forever remember our good sex and great chemistry.

    I constantly imagine his strong hands and the smell of his body. I remember all the places we have had sex, and they are not just the bedroom.

    All these four years, even when we were very angry at each other, we had no problems in bed. For the sake of clarity, it was normal to have sex in the nightclub toilet, and his hands under my skirt in the cinema were a completely normal phenomenon.

    Maybe I should meet him?

    It’s been about half a year now, and I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m stuck in a vicious circle. I don’t build new relationship, I constantly fantasize about my ex, but I know I wouldn’t want to go back to him either. Sometimes I really want to just write to him and meet him. I have no doubt that he would even agree, but I know it would be totally foolish – I haven’t forgotten why we broke up.

    Honestly, I don’t know how long I will be this way. The saddest thing is that I can’t even tell my friends these things because I know clearly how stupid it is. I don’t know what to do, I’m writing here waiting for some enlightenment to come. A rational look at all this situation is brutally necessary.

    Solution: Meeting with your ex will only make the situation worse

    The American sexologist and therapist Dona Michael in Bustle’s article “Do you fantasize about your ex” explains the following: “When you have sex with someone, your body will always remember how you felt at that time. It can be great material to remember and there is nothing wrong with it, ”says Dona Michael.

    “If you’re having a hard time forgetting that good experience, it doesn’t mean you’re still not completely over him or longing to end the relationship.”

    According to the sexologist, you should worry only when fantasies about your ex are the only thing that turns you on and it becomes uncontrollable. In this case, she suggests replacing your fantasies with something else. No matter how bad you want it, you shouldn’t meet your ex – it will only make matters worse. Block him on social media, delete his number and spend more time with yourself – building new relationships will speed up the process of forgetting.

  • Undressing is not the only thing that I learned from working in a strip club

    Undressing is not the only thing that I learned from working in a strip club

    Most people are more likely to see striptease dancers on a computer screen – in movies, series, or music clips – than in reality. Unless you regularly visit strip clubs, of course. Pop culture often likes to use different elements and stereotypes from the sex industry, but I’ll tell you what it’s really like to be working in a strip club.

    The most common scenes on the screens are high-heeled shoes, sexy lingerie, money, seductive movements and naive Lolita’s eyes. On the contrary, between the shots of the film and the lines of books, these questions are quietly asked – “How did you get here?” “At what point in your life were you so unlucky, that now, instead of sleeping peacefully at night, you are undressing in front of strangers?” As if there were no middle ground, a gray area with both a little glow and a little sadness. Like everywhere!

    Working in a strip club

    I have no tragic life stories or unresolved childhood traumas. The longer it has been, the more I remember this decision as a foggy – a strange coincidence and a series of living conditions. Looking back now, I can come up with a number of serious reasons, but I have the impression that none of them are entirely correct. I could basically reduce everything to curiosity.

    The same curiosity caused by something unknown and unprecedented – a fun excitement and a silent pride to do something that is forbidden to “ordinary” people. Something others would not dare to do. (Let me remind you that this is morally forbidden, not by law.) However, these unacceptable things have become an extremely important lesson, for which I will be grateful for my curiosity, perhaps for a long time to come.

    Sexuality and human body seemed silly to me

    Contrary to what you may have imagined, I was neither very brave nor aware of my sexuality before I started working in a strip club. To make it easier for you to understand, sometimes I couldn’t say the word “sex” without giggling, as if it was so funny. Anything that involved human sexuality and body seemed silly to me. Working at a strip club “broke something” in me.

    Day by day I saw that even grown men were afraid to talk about intimacy and sometimes a little ashamed that they went to a strip club. Some trembled at the sight of our naked bodies. I also saw other employees – their naked bodies, which are slowly swirling around the pole, pressing at customers, whispering something in their ears. I saw the same bodies even after a full night of work or when there were no people – tired and wrapped in robes, soft slippers instead of the impressive high-heeled shoes.

    Every night in the mirror I also saw my body – lost pounds, then gained, then a bit of belly again, sexy body and one I don’t want to look at at all, smoothly shaved legs and regrown hair. The constant, inevitable seeing of mine and other bodies in all their forms has made sexuality something self-evident.

    Undressing is not the only thing that I learned from working in a strip club. Sekss.lv
    Photo by Emilija Filipenkovaite

    Time for the money

    Working in a strip club also allowed me to learn about physical touch and boundaries. Many people think that working in a strip club is definitely a priori traumatic and psychologically depressing just because we have to show affection to strangers by flirting with them and selling them fantasies about how wonderful communication and time they can get with us. Of course, I could tell a few dozen stories that could really be described as sexual harassment, I could tell about customers who suddenly start behaving as if they had paid for all the dancers after paying just the entrance fee…

    It is more important for me to realize that there is basically nothing wrong and dangerous about two adults giving each other company and attention in exchange for money. (Of course, if personal boundaries are respected.) And in fact, one of the most memorable work nights at the club has been those where I talk to men who just simply respect me, ask what my boundaries are, and never cross them. In the dynamics of such short-term encounters, I get something that I could call the meaning of this work, no matter how strange it may sound – to dedicate my time and energy to someone who can’t get something like that on a daily basis.

    Celebrate the birth of a daughter in a strip club

    After all, the most interesting thing is the variety of customers and their stories. When I started working there, I jokingly told my friends that I could start writing an anthropological study from all my meetings with people. Just as one should not be guided by stereotypes about what kind of girls work there, it would also be difficult to paint a picture of a typical client. From people coming in suits to low-income citizens. From a guy celebrating his eighteenth birthday to an Estonian businessman who offers to meet him at a restaurant the next day.

    If I could not see for myself, I would not believe that the birth of a daughter could be celebrated in a strip club – I once danced for such a man. When I asked him how his day went, he gladly said that he had a daughter today. I immediately wanted to leave, but I understand that this is not my business. In particular, I remember one customer whose only request was to keep his hand. He said he lacks intimacy and his wife can’t even look at him when they’re in love.

    There have been people who want to party but have no company (in fact, this is a rarity here, Latvians are usually dissatisfied with the fact that everything is so expensive). Once in the middle of the night, such a group of friends had arrived by taxi from the other side of Latvia, because they simply wanted company. I learned about the value of listening to a person during a private dance when a talk of the weather led to stories about the experience of the war in Afghanistan. After a few minutes, the man began to cry.

    Undressing is not the only thing that I learned from working in a strip club. Sekss.lv
    Photo by Emilija Filipenkovaite

    It may still seem to many that this job is somehow “dirty” that we are deceiving ourselves by looking for easy money here without wanting to see reality. And indeed, there have been many nights when I am sitting next to strangers, staring blankly in the distance, automatically mumbling “mhm” and actually thinking that there is no amount of money for which I would be willing to go home with him. But there are also conversations that allow me to meet interesting people that I will probably never meet again, I can have a good time and accept my sexuality without shame. Working in a strip club is, in my opinion, as satisfying and disliking as any other job.

  • Anonymous story: “I am 28 and a virgin”

    Anonymous story: “I am 28 and a virgin”

    Hello! I want an advice – I have put myself into such a stupid situation that I no longer know how to get out of it. It may be hard to believe, but I am 28 years old and I am still “a virgin”. No, I haven’t lived under a stone all these years, I don’t belong to any religious sect, and apart from that fact, it would be hard find anything that makes me weird. ”

    Lots of success in life

    “According to public standards I am even too normal. I studied very well at school, I also graduated from musical school, I passed all the exams with high grades, my parents never had any problems with me. Later I entered university, and studied specialty I have been dreaming of since high school. Studies were difficult so I learnd practically nonstop. I finished both a bachelor’s and a master’s degree.

    Now I already have a stable and successful career. There seems to be nothing missing in my life, I am an independent girl and I stand firmly on my feet. ”

    Self-realization was more important than parties

    “However, I do not understand how I haven’t been able to establish a romantic relationship so far. My sexual experience is completely zero. While all my friends were raging of hormones in the last few years of school, I was preparing for exams and it seemed like I just didn’t have time for the boys.

    Later in the first year of college, I heard countless stories of endless parties and project work that had been written the night before, but I was too focused on my success, not allowing myself to relax. ”

    Only a few close friends know

    “You would probably think that I am ugly or uncommunicable, but I valued myself quite highly. I have some close friends and only they know my “secret”. I reassured myself for up to 24 years that I don’t have to hurry just because “everyone does so.”

    Later, I was just ashamed of this fact. As soon as I had a warmer relationship with a guy I liked, I went on a couple of dates and flirted. But when it came to intimate relationships, I lied and acted as if I had experienced sex. In fact, I was scared and ashamed of myself. I haven’t gone beyond kisses and caresses yet. ”

    The guy I like doesn’t even know about it

    “But recently I met a very nice guy. We immediately felt some strange connection. We talked completely freely on the first date, it seemed that we had known each other for a long time. The biggest trouble is that without thinking I lied that I lost my virginity at the age of 18 (I know, stupid).

    We have met 3 times – I think the further it leads, the less chance there is to escape the confrontation. I can choose the usual scenario – to end the relationship out of the blue, but I am tired of lying to myself and others. I feel that everything is different with him than with previous guys – he attracts me a lot, we have similar values ​​in life, our characters are the same.

    I would like to know how to move things forward? I am ashamed to lie to him. I am afraid that even if I dare to tell the truth, he will leave me. Maybe I should just try to pretend that I have had sex in my life? I have no idea what to do. I really need advice. Thank you! ”

    You have to be open about it

    Firstly, it is important to emphasize that there is nothing abnormal if a 28-year-old still has not ‘lost her virginity‘.

    Rachel Keller, an American psychotherapist, explains that the stigmatization of virginity is very common in our society – people are ashamed of it and very often lie about it like the author of the letter. Prolonged feelings of shame can damage an individual’s psychological state, creating a misconception about relationships and sex life.

    In this case, therapy can help to find out why a person is having difficulty making intimate physical contact with another person.

    Openness to the guy is especially important in this situation – it will help the author to get rid of the long-standing shame and will be the first step in recognizing that she is worthy of love, regardless of whether she has had sex.

  • Confession of an escort girl: “I do not envy these men’s wives”

    Confession of an escort girl: “I do not envy these men’s wives”

    Continuing the series of stories of our escort girls, one more woman shared her experience – let’s call her Lola. The interview with her makes you wonder why men buy escort girls. There is neither love nor commitment in this relationship. He pays – she provides confidentiality, sex and a nice time.

    Since there are no dates or love here, I get the feeling that escort girls have seen the side of men that most women never see. In addition, I can say almost clearly that she knows men better than most women ever will. This time more about what sex workers think about their male clients, dating and sex.

    Tell me, what do most men want when they order escort girls?

    Guys who buy escort girls are just looking for a fantasy. Yes, some are looking for sex, while others just want the company of a girl who, to be honest, wouldn’t even pay him attention if there were no money.

    Can you explain what you mean by “fantasy”?

    Most of the men I serve are married or in a relationship. Office staff, lawyers, men with three children at home. Even if they are rich, they seem stressful and unhappy. At home, they have a pile of dirty diapers, an annoyed wife, and a stressful job – a million things.

    From what I have seen, men often want to escape from it. They want to spend time with a nice woman who behaves as if they are the center of the universe, even if it’s only for an hour. They want to feel attractive.

    Another thing they like about escort girls is the illusion of control. They have control over their imagination. They decide what we will do, and they know I will not reject him. They know I will be ready to do what they want.

    What do you wear as an escort girl?

    Not what most women would expect. I dress in classic clothes. I usually dress like an ordinary woman attending a social event. Men are not particularly fond of fishnet stockings or leather clothes. They usually want a beautiful, tidy and intelligent girl.

    I think it is because they are frightened by the idea of ​​a shady girl who has obviously been with many others.

    Men become very insecure when they are with a girl who has had more sex than themselves. If you dress in classic clothes, men at least have the illusion that you are “innocent and clean.”

    You said that these men are often in a relationship. Have you ever wondered why they cheat?

    That is obvious. Some men, let me be direct, are complete jerks. There is no other way to say it. These men will never be loyal, even if they are with a supermodel. They want more, more and more. They think they deserve more because they have more money. They don’t care about their wives, just themselves.

    Others feel that they have dedicated their whole lives to others, so he now has the right to have fun with an escort girl.

    Some men are just unhappy. Many wives simply ignore or underestimate their husbands. Sometimes their wives just stop caring for themselves and lose their beauty. Other times, wives stop having sex or even touching their men. In such cases, I feel sorry for these men.

    There is often such sadness in their eyes. Sometimes after sex men just cry in my arms because they want to be able to get the same from their wives.

    That sounds awful!

    Yes it is! It messes with their minds. It makes them feel insecure about themselves!

    Let’s talk about the lack of self-confidence. What insecurities about men have you noticed that most women might not have noticed?

    Well, first of all, you won’t really buy sex if you’re completely confident. Most guys are aware that sleeping with an attractive woman will boost his self-esteem.

    I think men never feel completely satisfied with who they are. Of course, most men want to hear that they are great in bed. They want to see lust in a woman’s eyes. Some just want to feel nice and cared about.

    The others? All they want to hear is the excitement of their success.

    Lonely people tend to be much more insecure and depressed than married men.

    It sounds like you have to talk alot with them.

    Completely agree! 100%. You see, one thing women don’t understand is how often guys just want to let out their emotions. The problem is that they are worried that the girls will condemn them. They are afraid to ask for compliments and are afraid of being considered “too weak”, which makes them close in.

    Most men crave women who do not judge them. Every time they hear the phrase about his penis that is too small, his body that is not fit enough, or that he is doing something wrong, they close in.

    The thing is, they can’t keap it all in for a long time and hope that everything will be fine – they need to let it out somehow. It is enough for other men to chat with me because they know I will not judge them.

    Let’s talk about sex. Do they ask crazy things?

    No. Most men really just want a blowjob and simple gentle sex. You’d be surprised how many men hire an escort because they don’t have sex at home. Most men aren’t really that weird, even with escort girls. And most men who like strange things usually choose professional dominant women.

    Would you say that most of them have a happy marriage?

    That’s hard to say. Some just want to have some fun. I doubt their wives are happy if they find out. But it seems that these guys are generally happy with their lives. Others just don’t get enough from their ladies, so they come to me. They do not want to leave their wives because they feel comfortable in their marriage.

    Who are really unhappy? Those whose marriage is already dead – no lust, no sex, no love, no kind words… I don’t blame them.

    How has working in the sex industry changed your view of men?

    I feel disappointed in them. I feel sad that they can’t obtain approval in any other way. But at the same time, I feel a little distrust. So many married men! How can I expect a man to be loyal after seeing it all?

    I can’t understand why men can’t openly talk to their wives – tell them about their needs and feelings. If they did, there would be no such thing as escort girls.

    What about single guys?

    Many of the lonely guys I meet are inexperienced. They do not know how to meet girls and are very nervous about sex. They often just need to raise their self-esteem. Many of them come to me only once, which means I take their virginity, and then they have enough confidence to meet a girl. However, most single boys who meet escort girls are very depressed.

    Do you have any advice for men?

    We have a saying: “If a man treated his wife like his whore, it would be the best marriage in the world.” Seriously! Many have given me gifts, taken me shopping, tried to propose, mostly everyone is very kind and polite. Only a small portion of men are rude.

    Most clients treat me better than my partners did when I was in a relationship. From what I’ve seen, my clients treat me better than their wives too. I feel sorry for their wives. Very sorry. For this reason, I no longer have a serious relationship.

    I really want more men to try to talk to their wives. About everything! Or better yet, meet girls who accept them for who they really are.

    Honestly, I think this is a big problem in today’s society. I cannot name how many men have offered to leave their wives for me.

    From what they have told me, I can tell you that many of my clients are married because they felt they just had to. But then the girl judges him, ignores him and can’t fully accept him. This is terrible, and it is a foolish mistake. I mean, who really wants to be married to someone who judges him so much?

    Do you have any advice for women?

    YES! First of all, if you have a relationship, don’t take your man for granted. Invest in making everyday life exciting and sexy. And most importantly – take care of yourself! Otherwise, he will want to feel lust elsewhere, or he will just get up and leave.

    Next, if I were you, I would really try to force my man to speak openly and directly about his desires, feelings and everything else. Don’t judge what he sais, just accept it! Boys often have no one to talk to.

    Third, you must understand that monogamy is not for everyone, but double standards are good for none. If he cheats on you and expects you to be loyal, you have to walk away! It’s not fair to you! If you want, try an open relationship, but still stop settling for these things. I’ve seen what cheating does to women, you don’t want that.

    And finally, I really want you to know how many men are really unsure of themselves. Believe me, encouraging conversation, compliments and admiration for men can never be too much. Do it and he will melt in your hands.

  • Summer in countryside – Erotic story

    Summer in countryside – Erotic story

    As a child, I spent every summer in the countryside – in a very beautiful small town. On the one side there was a forest, on the other – a river. About half a kilometer from the house was a picturesque lake. When we were little, all the children in the village, both girls and boys, came together to spend the hot summer days playing and swimming. As we grew older, our group became smaller and smaller.

    When I came back there around the age of 18, there was only left one young girl – a little younger than me. I hadn’t seen her in about two years and now I was stunned to see her. She was an attractive young woman now. She was grown out of that ugly duckling phase where she would have never attracted my attention.

    I will call her Leilah because it doesn’t really matter. When I first saw her that summer, she was wearing a top and miniature shorts. She had stunningly long, tanned legs with skin so brown and smooth that it even shone in the sun. Her top highlighted the mature breasts. As an eagle, I had an overwhelming desire for this being at the very beginning of the flight. I will admit, at that age I had this desire for many girls.

    ***

    We spent that summer together. I felt like an adult and a child at the same time. I craved her and at the same time longed for the earlier summers. We were sunbathing together, I could smell her next to me. I spent there many sleepless nights because I imagined how we had sex, how I caressed her great body, how I entered her… The excitement and tension was so great that I could not stop masturbating. My innocence and embarrassment bothered me to start something more serious with her. As well as the fact that I knew her from childhood. It seemed doubly complicated.

    It suffered for two months. I had to return to city in a few days. We went for a walk again. We decided to say goodbye – we bought beer at a local store and went to the river. We were drinking beer and felt a little dizzy, and the heat contributed to this dizziness. She told me she liked me very much, and if I didn’t treat her like my little sister, something could have happened. I was overwhelmed. I admited that I had liked her since the beginning of the summer and that I was thinking of her every moment.

    To cool our minds, she offered me a swim. We went into the water, she turned to me and hugged me. Then followed our first kiss. She had very soft lips. I wanted to pretend to be more experienced than I really was and put my tongue in her mouth. She answered me. We kissed for a long time, fighting giants with our tongues and caressing each other.

    I was already squeezing her bottom, trying to get into the hidden area of ​her swimsuit. It wasn’t at all what I had imagined, but it was still amazing. She put her hand in my pants, expressing admiration for the size it revealed. While we were kissing, I untied her bra. I liked what I saw – her breasts were firm, with a tiny golden fluff – like a ripe apricot. I caressed her breasts admiringly, caressed her nipples with my tongue and lips… dug into her chest with my whole face… I was crazy and lost my mind. But she just gasped and laughed. She seemed that she is happy and that she liked what I was doing.

    Somehow we got ashore, and laid in the beach. I continued to caress her breasts, but I became more aroused and slowly approached her belly and her breasts again. Then an enlightenment came to me that we could do more. I took off her panties. I liked what I saw. She was revealed to me in all her beauty. Everything I had dreamed of was now in front of me and only for me. I was like glued to her. I was too excited so I suck on her pussy to taste and feel it. My tongue went into her little hole. She moved her hips towards me, curled up and moaned in pleasure. My tongue was tired, I could only breathe her sweet smell. There was no more space in my pants, it felt like tearing apart, so I just wanted to finish.

    She said that she wants me. I kneeled in front of her, getting rid of the disturbing pants. My dick craved for fulfillment. It was swollen unprecedentedly large and hard as steel. I stretched her legs and entered her. She moand quietly, but my dick entered her lightly. It was a comfortable possition for both of us. It felt like heaven! For the first time in my life, I felt the meaning of two bodies merging into one whole. She was so tight, so warm, so pleasant. We made love for a while. I couldn’t afford to finish in her. When I took my dick out of her, she leaned in front of me on her knees to help me finish with her hands. Who among us had thought about such an outcome of this day?

    Then we went to her place to take a shower and then continued to make love over and over again. We had a lot of sex that day. It was the most wonderful day since I first met her. The next day I left. A year later, I went to the countryside full of hope, but I didn’t meet her there anymore. We met five years later. But we didn’t mention it, because everyone already had their own life….

  • And what was your worst date?

    And what was your worst date?

    Dating sites and apps (like Tinder) are very popular these days – we try to find the greatest love of our lives without much effort and without even leaving the house. Of course, this is not the only way to find a person you would like to go to a date with. But who knows if this date will even work out? Several people agreed to share their experiences of how their worst date turned out after finding someone online.

    Julia, 34

    It was a warm summer, so my date and I were just walking around town. We took a bottle of alcohol with us. Everything was even pretty cute and fun, only I was a little cold. He threw his jacket on my shoulders and we went through the park. We were already pretty drunk and I found it hard to think. I wanted to go to the bathroom. My date politely waited for me sitting on the bench. I did the thing and… completely forgot about him!

    The next morning I woke up in my bed. I had an abnormal headache. Yesterday’s memories slowly began to weave. I remembered talking to a man… And suddenly I saw his jacket in the hallway! I have never been so ashamed. I ran away from the guy and stole his jacket! What did he thought of me? At least there were no keys or documents in his pockets. Only a few coins…

    Amanda, 24

    Once I had the opportunity to go on a date with a guy who didn’t have a photo on his profile. Of course, the reality was different from the bright expectations. I had never been in a situation like this before, so I decided not to leave right away. I had to mention a few times during the conversation that I have a brother. At one point, he decided to leave an impression on me and began to tell fortune in my hand. As a result, with an extremely clever and serious look, he said, “So I can clearly see that you are not the only child in your family.” At first I thought he’s kidding, but he wasn’t…

    Aleksandra, 25

    I like mysterious guys, but such guys tend to be mentally unstable. I met one such on dating app. In the photo, the guy was handsome: long black hair, sunglasses, handsome. We met and the appearance met my expectations, but his behavior was awful – instead of saying ‘hello’, he gave me a glassy look. When I said he was being weird, the guy was really surprised.

    In the end we went for a walk in the park. Throughout the meeting, he told me various conspiracy theories and from time to time tried awkwardly hug me or touch my hand. I felt extremely uncomfortable and secretly wrote a message to my friend asking for help. She called me, and we imitated the scene from the movies: “Oh no! My friend has an emergency, I have to go and help! ”

    The guy escorted me to the transport. And suddenly he started talking about patriarchal values: he explained to me that all women only provoke men (I, too, because I came to meet him in a long skirt), divorce should be forbidden, and beating a woman is not such a bad thing. The conversation ended with raised voices as I jumped into the train.

    In the evening I received a message: “When will we meet again?” I politely refused, to which I received an answer: “Yes, of course, it’s because I don’t have a car, but arrived by bus and took you to the park, not to the restaurant” Yes, that was the main reason.

    Michael, 30

    I met a girl on a dating site and took her to my favorite museum. My chosen one was six years younger than me. Why museum? I love art and hoped to be original, because dates at that age is usually spent in cafes or bars. The museum exhibited paintings by the artist Nikolai Ge. When the girl heard this, she asked, “What? Just Ge? ” and began to laugh. In full voice. So loud that the whole museum sounded. Then I realized she was still a child and I didn’t have time to wait for her to grow up. I bought her ice cream and said goodbye.

    Irena, 27

    This date was not specifically planned. I hadn’t used the dating app in a long time, but there was one on my phone. One day the new message came: “Let’s meet now?” My mood at the time was quite sad, and hoping for a better mood, I agreed.

    We met in a cafe and had a good time, although, to be honest, I immediately felt that something was wrong. But basically there was nothing to complain about, so I agreed to a second date. This time he took me to the cinema, bought me popcorn and a latte. And then he drove me through the night city. Everything was polite and nice, but I just felt that there was no spark. When I got home, I wrote him a letter in which I honestly admitted that I no longer wanted to meet. To whom I received the message: “You can’t do that! Whoever pays for you is dancing with you! ” and whole pile of insults. In shock, I sent him money for a movie ticket and popcorn and blocked him.

  • Confession of an escort girl: Student during the day, sex worker at night

    Confession of an escort girl: Student during the day, sex worker at night

    She is barely over twenty and she looks like any other college student. She is beautiful, dressed in torn jeans and sneakers – passers-by would never think that she is working as an escort girl. She works for a high-end escort agency, earning more money in one evening than most students earn in one month. After just five minutes of conversation, you can see how intelligent she is – she is knowledgeable about current political and economic issues – not what one would expect from a stereotypical sex worker. (See also: Confession of an escort girl: “I categorize my clients”).

    “First of all I am ‘myself’ and only then I am an ‘escort girl,” she says. “I do my job because I like it. Of course, working in the sex industry is still very stigmatized, so I usually don’t tell anyone about it, but many have such a misconception about what it really means to be an escort girl. For the most part, my job doesn’t involve having sex at all. ” She gladly agreed to talk to me about her experience in this somewhat unusual field of work.

    How did you decide to start doing it?

    I thought about this for quite some time. I wanted something that would give me adrenaline. It seemed to me that my life was very ordinary, as if I could live like that anywhere else in the world. I wanted something more, something more interesting that would excite me. I ‘googled’ this topic and found different options. I don’t want to become a full-time escort, so for me, working for an agency is the best option because I have the support of other girls and my boss who does all the security checks.

    What was your first experience?

    After talking to my current boss, I was given a “test drive”. I met my first client in one of the most luxurious hotels in Riga. Honestly, since I met him, I have never regretted my choice. I had a great evening and since then I have met a lot of interesting people and had a really interesting experience.

    Do your parents or any of your friends know where you work?

    No, my parents have no idea, and I sincerely hope that it will stay that way. I’m afraid to even imagine what my mother would say!

    When I started, I told three of my closest friends, and they have been very supportive – they understand and respect my choice. I’ve told a few more people, but I don’t advertise it too much.

    Do you tend to get nervous before meeting a customer?

    Oh yes! Every time I go to a meeting, I pray to God. I know, I know, it sounds funny, but it’s my way to relax, calm down. I’m always nervous, but in a good way, it’s more like a pleasant excitement and anticipation.

    At first, I was often worried that something would happen to me in terms of security, but now I realize that these men are actually taking a lot more risks than I am. All the trump cards are in the hands of the girls: we say the final word in any decision, and if we think the customer is suspicious, we can blacklist him! I communicate with my boss both before and after the meeting, so everything is very safe and structured. But yes, there is always excitement before each new meeting!

    Who are your typical customers? Why do these men pay to meet an escort girl?

    My average client is about 40 years old, married, usually with children who may not be so much younger than me. They are usually successful owners or managers of large companies, including doctors or lawyers, mostly from the scientific field. Different countries, careers and religions. I don’t think that I would have met so many different people in my real life.

    When it comes to why they pay for sex, most of my clients got married in their youth, and they all have to travel a lot for work. It is a very lonely life, so they often pay for a girl with whom they can simply spend time, indulge in intimacy and friendship because they lack it in their personal lives.

    What do you like about your job?

    Meeting really interesting people. Seriously! I meet so many different people. And I usually have a great time. I like the dynamics because no one blames anyone. Neither he nor I are in a position to condemn each other.

    Is there anything you don’t like?

    Yes, of course, as in any other job. Sometimes I have clients who ask me to dress “sexy” because they want to take me out, take me shopping or do something else. They want to appear in public, although it is clear to everyone that this man is much older than me. In situations like this, people just know I’m an escort, and I find that very uncomfortable.

    Another thing that sometimes seems very difficult is to constantly listen to other people’s problems. I’m like a bubble of trust for them. Of course, they are allowed to share their personal problems with me. I like to try to help people, but other times listening to their problems seriously affects my mood.

    Describe a good escort girl?

    Good escort girl will always make her client feel free, relaxed, will not cause unnecessary tension. For the most part, it’s not really sex at all – it’s talking to people. My agency is particularly focused on keeping escort girls educated and intelligent. You have to be able to listen and you really have to take care of this person. My job is much more that just sex.

    What’s the weirdest thing anyone has asked you to do?

    I got tied up once; it was funny. In general, most of my clients have no particular fetishes. My second client made me wear a leather dress, he blinded my eyes and handcuffed me to his bed. I thought we’re going to have sex, but he just gave me a not-so-good massage. That was all. We didn’t even have sex.

    What has this work experience given you?

    Oh, very much! Ever since I started working as an escort girl, I have learned more about people and human nature than ever before, and that has taught me to read people. I don’t know how to describe it, but now I can just look at the man and know exactly what he wants. I have also learned a lot about myself. I don’t think it has changed me much, but it makes me think differently about things like sex, relationships and love.

    I have to ask: how much do you earn?

    I earn 300 euros an hour. On average, I earn 1,300 a week. If I wanted to, I could work every night and earn a lot more, but that would no longer be normal. For a person who has not yet graduated, it is too much.

    What do you think is the most common stereotype associated with working in the sex industry?

    That they are forced to do it, that women do not enjoy it and that everything is only about sex. I know that if this interview took place with someone in another field of the sex industry, these things I have mentioned could be true, but the work of high-class escort girls is certainly more about friendship and communication than sex, and most girls who do it, do it out of experience and not just for money. And no one is forcing us to do so, it is our own choice.

    There is still a lot of prejudice. Have you had any negative experiences for this reason? What do you think about prejudice against sex workers?

    In my opinion, it seems completely unnatural to many people that a woman really enjoys sex and wants to become an escort girl or a prostitute of her own free will. Although the money is very, very good – much more than we could ever hope to earn at this age in any other profession, many of us do it because of the experience and satisfaction we receive. I can say from the bottom of my heart that I really like it.

  • Confession of an escort girl: “I categorize my clients”

    Confession of an escort girl: “I categorize my clients”

    Catherina* is a 32 year old Latvian girl. She is handsome, sporty, tastefully dressed and very confident. You can see that she thinks about how others see her. She can be found in the solid sports clubs and luxury shops of our biggest city. She is no different than many other women. But at the same time, she has a secret. She is an escort girl or a prostitute. And Catherina is not afraid to be called by that name at all. She loves money and loves her job.

    ***

    Catherina has divided her clients into several categories. A few minutes are enough, and she already knows what to expect from an unknown man: which of them will be gentle as a teddy bear and who will turn into an aggressive one.

    When some of her clients meet Catherina on the street, they suddenly seem to be in a hurry. Some pretend not to know her, others quickly walk across the street so they don’t have to look into her eyes.

    But Catherina is a real professional. In awkward situations, she pretends not to know her former customers, but isn’t afraid to look them in the eyes. The fact that these men fall into her arms as a soft, fluffy kittens and later play faithful spouses and stable family heads with their families is not her problem. Their pretentious behavior and hypocrisy only amuse her. Their relationship is a personal secret of hers and she will take it to her grave.

    First time

    The first guy she had sex with was her classmate. She was only fifteen and a half at the time. He was a couple of years older than her because he seemed to be left once or twice for a second year. She didn’t give her flower to him immediately. “I made him wait about half a year. By the way, this was not the first time for him. He already knew how and what to do. Although everything seemed very interesting to me, I didn’t understand where all the joy really was.”

    Catherina remembers the conflict that was following the first night. After the first time, she felt absolutely no pain, and no drop of innocence. It took a long time to justify that this was indeed her first time. Tired of apologizing, Catherina went to the doctor. The doctor comforted her, explaining that this was her physiology. The friend didn’t want to believe her for a long time. Nevertheless, their friendship and communication lasted for a few more years.

    First slip

    “I was 16, but he was 36. My girl friend and I were sitting at the bus stop and the car stopped near us. I immediately saw that the man is much older than us. He offered to get in the car. He was handsome and seemed very intelligent. But I didn’t feel any attachment. I rather agreed out of curiosity.”

    “The stranger offered to take me to the sea. He drove my friend home and we were soon left alone in the car. I remember the details quite clearly. When the car stopped in a remote seaside village near a small forest, he asked for a blowjob.”

    Catherina admitted to the man that she can’t do that, because she had never done this. He explained in a calm voice that it was very simple. At the time, everything seemed extremely interesting to a 16-year-old Catherina. As she says herself, she wanted to experience and try as much as possible at the time.

    “I tried. And thought that there is nothing to worry about. And I liked it because it was interesting.” After that, she met this man several more times.

    Catherina doesn’t hide that her classmates were very conservative, so she taught them new things and revealed secrets. “It was fun to discuss it with my friends. We were all young and curious at the time. We asked each other in which positions it is more pleasant to make love, to use protection or not. It was a pleasant experience for me.”

    First payment

    “Once I took a dog for a walk in the yard, and a car stopped, and the driver started talking to me. He seemed very old to me – he was over 50.”

    The man offered the young girl to go to his house with him, as if to help feed the dogs, and offered to pay for it.

    “I asked him many times if I would really be safe, if there would be no other men there, or if someone would not hit me. He said that if I drank champagne with him, he would give me 200 euros. He didn’t lie because he really took me to a house where were dogs.”

    This was the first time Catherina had sex for a fee. According to her, everything went smoothly. “I was a little worried. After drinking champagne, I was more relaxed. The only joy I experienced was the money I received. On the other hand, I was not very disappointed either. He was a clean, orderly man, and he had a mustache, and at the time I really didn’t like man with mustache.”

    “My friends didn’t knew about this adventure that filled my wallet. The sex only lasted a few moments, but the money I got as a young girl back then was something fantastic. I could afford to buy perfume and visit a beauty salon. Until then, I had only received a few euros a day from my parents and I had never had enough for the things I wanted.”

    But there was something else that made Catherina very happy. She literally melted at the sight of an adult man jumping around her and taking care of her. “Imagine that you are a young girl and someone is giving you champagne, compliments and you are appreciated. I felt desirable and safe.”

    “From then on, new purchases had to be carefully hidden from my mother. I had already prepared a story about my admirers and their generous gifts.”

    Carousel

    “The money quickly disappeared, I wanted a new dose of adrenaline, new adventures and expensive gifts. I found another client myself. I was young, beautiful, desirable . I connected to the computer and went to dating sites. I started looking for a man – a sponsor. Of course, I didn’t write, “Hello, I make love for a money.” I gave hints that I wanted gifts, money, rewards. The conversation began innocently: “Hello, maybe you want to meet? What will we do? Let’s have a coffee, a tea? ” I emphasized that it would not be enough for me to have only a tea, that I also wanted gifts.”

    “I received an offer soon. The potential client admitted that he is a married man and will generously pay for my services. We exchanged phone numbers. At the first meeting I saw a 45-year-old man in front of me, who smelled of luxury perfume, was dressed in a nice suit, and he arrived in a luxury car.”

    “I was calmer when I saw that he was not a homeless person or a criminal. I trusted him completely. I was not afraid of him at all. It didn’t matter to me where we were going or what we were going to do, I just felt the adrenaline. I knew I would get the money soon. And what could I lose?”

    “The man promised to pay me well. He took me to his office. There were no need for long conversations. And there were no feelings either.”

    “We made love, then left the office, got in the car and then he asked how much he owes me. I didn’t know what to answer. I didn’t even had my price yet. I was a little disappointed that I quickly didn’t say a high price.”

    “He said he only had big notes and that he would have to go to the petrol station to change them. He bought me ice cream and handed me 50 euros. He didn’t notice that I wasn’t happy about it. I really didn’t like it. I was expecting at least 150-200. But he was the one who knew how to speak very well.”

    Despite everything, Catherina met him several more times. “I loved making love to him and I really needed the money, and despite the fact that he didn’t buy me gifts, I was with him for a long time. It seems to me that the maximum amount I received from him was 70 euros. He kept talking sweet things, always promising, “I’ll buy this for you, I’ll buy that for you,” but he didn’t buy me anything. My self-esteem was very low at the time. Now I understand why I endure everything for a long time. I had no other financial sponsor at the time. The man came quite often, he knew how to communicate nicely. And I regularly had those 50 euros.”

    Swingers Club

    “He once offered to go to Riga together. Offered to pay for the hotel, meals and all other expenses. Arriving in the capital, he offered to visit a swingers club. I agreed. I was curious enough not to try. I thought I will make love with two, three or maybe more men at the same time. It was my time of experimentation. Everything was new and undiscovered for me.”

    “People who call themselves swingers were noticeable. There were many beautiful women and men. Some were barely dressed, others completely naked. Club visitors behaved very differently. Some very bravely invited us to go to the room, others just winked.”

    “When the men started talking to me one by one, I understood that many men want me. I’ve never received so much attention from the opposite sex.”

    “I had decided to get to know as many men as possible because I was planning to have sex with at least ten of them, but my partner didn’t want that. He looked jealous when he saw the attention towards me. He started to set some conditions – when he finds a suitable girl, he will allow me to choose one man.”

    “In the end, he offered to go to the room with a pretty good looking couple. We changed partners. While making love to a stranger, I tried to figure out what was so special about these parties. The only thing I could think of was that men like them because they don’t have to pay for sex. I don’t regret being at such an event, but I did not enjoy it. I even did not experience an orgasm. But I found out how much other men value me. I realized I was worth a lot more.”

    A broken relationship

    A trip to Riga and adventures in a swingers club for Catherina was probably the biggest gift from this man. Soon after that I left him. I was tired of listening to empty promises. I saw that his demands were only continuing to grow, but he wasn’t ready to give anything in return. He continued to pay 50 euros each time.”

    “Today it seems funny that I dreamed that one day he would divorce his wife and come to me like a prince on a white horse. But there was neither a prince nor a horse.”

    Experience comes from customers

    After that, new and new acquaintances continued. Catherina found customers on the Internet. Some even doubted whether the young girl is 18.

    “Tens, hundreds of new customers. How many have there been? A thousand? One and a half? Two thousand? Nobody counts anymore. That is my life alone. I like read about sex field and ask questions. Find out what men like most and make them happier.”

    * Name has been changed