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Author:  Spanky [ Fri Dec 21, 2007 4:27 pm ]
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December 5, 2007
I pay a man for regular sex
Every month for three years I have spent up to £600 on Justin, who makes me a calmer and happier person

I’m sure I’m not the only person who hides such a guilty secret, and I’m equally sure that anyone in my position would guard it as ferociously as I do.

Once, sometimes twice, a month I meet up with Justin, a 36-year-old divorcé. We go out for a meal and maybe to a club before spending the night in a hotel. I am a divorced mum and work part time to spend as much time as I can with my four Ch*ldren. Justin also has four Ch*ldren. But what differentiates our dates from the norm is that I pay for Justin’s company, including having sex with him.

This arrangement has worked very well for me for the past three years and I hope it continues. My exhusband and I get on pretty well, but I don’t want all the complications involved in getting into a relationship – I want to be able to concentrate on my Ch*ldren, my job and my life without introducing a man who might well walk out at some point, thus upsetting the Ch*ldren. Although I know I could go out a couple of times a month and find someone for sex I don’t have the time or energy for a series of one-night stands – I want to know exactly what’s going to happen without any worries about the next day.

My exhusband and I had a great sex life, so when our marriage ended, I decided to go online and see if anyone out there could fill the gap. I found a huge number of websites and adverts offering a wide range of services. In the end I found Justin. He costs £200 for an hour, £270 for three hours and £600 for overnight – and every penny is well spent.

Our first encounter was nerve-racking and my main worry was that I might not find him attractive, although I definitely went out with sex on my mind. I booked into a hotel and spent ages getting ready, then Justin came to collect me and we went out to dinner. He’s very good-looking and extremely fit, so despite my nerves there was an instant spark and we had a great time.

He makes me feel that I’m the centre of attention, he’s very protective and caring, we have a laugh and a chat and the sex gets better and better. He always makes it special with candles and things. How many men would still be doing that after three years in an ordinary relationship?

I live in quite a small village and we meet up in a nearby big city at weekends when my ex has the Ch*ldren. On these weekends I always go for a night out with my girlfriends on the Friday, or have them round to mine, so nobody really expects to see me on the Saturday night. I’ve always enjoyed creative writing and walking, so I occasionally casually mention going away with my walking group or to a writing seminar. I phone the Ch*ldren to say good-night, and on the one occasion when their dad phoned me I just chatted away as if I were at home.

Before I leave the house on Saturday I phone my parents and sisters for long, leisurely chats, knowing that they’re then unlikely to phone me back for a few days, though I always make a point of checking for messages last thing on the Saturday night and first thing Sunday morning. My mobile is always on, so I can be reached any time, and I tend not to have more than two drinks, so I could get home in a hurry if I had to.

I don’t leave home all dressed up, and even go out of my way to make it look as if I’ve just popped out – I can reach my garage from the kitchen so I put my case in the boot and then drive out casually dressed in jeans and T-shirt. Getting all done up at the hotel is part of the fun – my transition period from one life to another.

This way I’m very satisfied sexually, which makes me a much calmer and happier person, and I do like the secrecy element of this arrangement. I keep both lives totally separate and Justin doesn’t know where I live, what I do or even my real surname. I get a real buzz out of my elegant, controlled image and the fact that no one knows I’ve got a secret side – one that would shock everyone.
Author:  BrownCow [ Fri Dec 21, 2007 7:10 pm ]
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I think she goes a little overboard with the protection of the secret life, but GOOD FOR HER!
Author:  El Ciego [ Fri Dec 21, 2007 7:52 pm ]
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Yeah, but she's paying big money for 36 year-old d*ck. :roll:

Let's see... maybe I can hire myself out to some overly-cautious, protective gringa. :idea:

Na-a-ah. I couldn't live on $13.74/month. :oops:
Author:  Coolhand [ Mon Dec 31, 2007 4:18 pm ]
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Wow £600 that over $1200 for one pop she is really over paying for the TLN. Im in my 20's and would pop her off for that it would pay for my CR trips. :D I would do her Randy baby Yeahhhhh!!!
Author:  Pacifica55 [ Mon Dec 31, 2007 4:37 pm ]
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Easy there, young bull... :wink:
Author:  Coolhand [ Mon Dec 31, 2007 4:51 pm ]
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Pacifica55 wrote:
Easy there, young bull... :wink:


And to think of all the wasted ones in college. If I knew I could have been paid more than the $40 or so bucks I made at the sperm bank I would have been a working man along time ago. I wonder if Eddy will give me a job at ZB? :D Although I did get a date from one of the nurses from the clinic she was so hot.
Author:  Pacifica55 [ Mon Dec 31, 2007 5:27 pm ]
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Talk to me about the mid-seventies and the Canadian women who come to SoCal in the spring some time. Maybe it's not to late for you, young bull. :wink:
Author:  Spanky [ Mon Dec 31, 2007 7:21 pm ]
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Pacifica55 wrote:
Talk to me about the mid-seventies and the Canadian women who come to SoCal in the spring some time. Maybe it's not to late for you, young bull. :wink:


Talk to me about showing your age. :P
Author:  Pacifica55 [ Mon Dec 31, 2007 7:25 pm ]
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I don't miss my youth. It was properly misspent. Every year I get older just adds to the number of girls who are available. There is a new graduating class of 18 year olds every day. 8)
Author:  Spanky [ Mon Dec 31, 2007 11:57 pm ]
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Pacifica55 wrote:
I don't miss my youth. It was properly misspent. Every year I get older just adds to the number of girls who are available. There is a new graduating class of 18 year olds every day. 8)


Pervert! :D
Author:  El Silencioso [ Tue Jan 01, 2008 12:38 am ]
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Spanky wrote:
Pacifica55 wrote:
I don't miss my youth. It was properly misspent. Every year I get older just adds to the number of girls who are available. There is a new graduating class of 18 year olds every day. 8)


Pervert! :D


For Pac55, I think thats a compliment..... :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :wink: :wink:
Author:  Western [ Tue Jan 01, 2008 1:33 am ]
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Pacifica55 wrote:
I don't miss my youth. It was properly misspent. Every year I get older just adds to the number of girls who are available. There is a new graduating class of 18 year olds every day. 8)


Pac, you're my hero! When I grow up I want to be just like you! :D :D
Author:  Pacifica55 [ Tue Jan 01, 2008 1:40 am ]
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El Silencioso wrote:
Spanky wrote:
Pacifica55 wrote:
I don't miss my youth. It was properly misspent. Every year I get older just adds to the number of girls who are available. There is a new graduating class of 18 year olds every day. 8)


Pervert! :D


For Pac55, I think thats a compliment..... :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :wink: :wink:


You know me too well, El S. Muchas gracias! 8) :lol: :lol: :lol: :twisted:

Which reminds me of a story...forgive me or don't:

It was spring on 1970. I was a long-haired, over-fed, leaping gnome. I was "going to college" which is short for chasing women, playing at social activism, growing my hair and getting baked. I was also dabbling in community theater since there were a plethora of girls hanging around the scene, women of all ages and most of the men were gay. Perfect!

Anyway, most of the "actors" were either students or profs at one of about five local colleges and universities. Putting on a show required 8 weeks of rehearsals and numerous parties. One of the people who I ran into was the wife of one of the lit profs. He was a notorious skirt chaser who believed that his wife should be able to get her kicks where she found them. She was a 35 yr old brunette who was a total doll in her twenties and who was starting to miss the attention of young men...enter moi.

Flash forward: Now it is 1978. I am a clean-cut surfer looking dewd just returned from six active in So Cal going to community college on the G.I. Bill. I'm 26 and I run into this little 18-19 yr old freshmen. I carry her books, she swallows my load, we're golden. I decide to take her to a cabinj I have access to on the coast. She wants to pick up some beach crap at her mom's place. Guess what?

Yep. I didn't see mom, (fortunately..."Hello Mrs. Robinson...") but doubt she would recognize me. I sure didn't recognize the little girl who had been underfoot eight years earlier.

Flash forward: New Year's Eve...about to be 2008. That 18 year old girl is now 48. If she had a daughter when she was 18, that little girl would be 30. I figure I got a shot.... And what if she had a daughter when she was 18...I would be 64...nah. :twisted:
Author:  El Viejo [ Tue Jan 01, 2008 10:19 pm ]
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Go girl. What's good for the goose is good for the gander.
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