princkly

Thanks for your response Diana. Here is an article I wrote and posted on another forum a little while ago. I hope it goes some way to answering your query.

Two years ago I realised Id had sex with five women in my entire life. And I thought, am I going to be happy dying with that, or do I want to do something about it?

Well, as often as the opportunity has arisen, I dont want to get into affairs. Far too complicated! Im happily married and I want things to stay that way.

But Mrs Princkly, would rather get on with her career, read books, dig the garden, have boisterous afternoons with her friends where they drink champagne and talk whatever, and tell me to get on with the cooking whilst she rings up more friends to come round to eat it. Which is all beautiful, and reasons why I will love her till I die. We never fight and there is a heap of love between us. But she gets interested in sex about once a month rest of the time she is too busy or tired.

So, she probably knows what Im doing, but we just dont talk about. Easier that way. And if she found out for real, shed probably look at me like Id gone totally nuts, and tell me to go get some counselling or something.

But in the meantime, Im having a ball! It all started in February 2005. I walked into a brothel called Ladies For Gentlemen, telling myself I'll just ask for a hand job (I had already been buying hand jobs for about a year), but I hadnt been specific enough, and she sitting astride me and she slipped it in so damn fast, I was there before I knew it. And I thought to myself. Hey, I dont feel too bad about this. What the hell? In fact this is what I want. Five women in all my life!..what bullshit! I'm not going to my grave with that knowledge. I've got some making up to do.

And ever since then its been once or twice a week. But its all beautiful to me. I love brothels. I utterly adore Working Ladies! They are some of the most beautiful people I have met in my life and Im not just saying that because of the yummy sexy things they do. (Although when a thirty year old goddess with a body made in heaven, is sitting astride you and slam fucking you into the mattress, its reason enough to scream Ill love you forever for this!.)

But I always call them the woman in the room which probably suits them too. Yes, theyre real people with real lives and feelings. But the bottom line is, theyre selling sex and Im buying it. And it all happens in the room. Outside of that, there is nothing between us which, as I say, probably suits her just fine.

But I must admit, lately Ive gone from an unfettered indulgence of variety, to just seeing the same Working Ladies. The ones that really are a joy to be with in every way. Which kind of makes them more than just the woman in the room because I feel emotionally and intellectually close to some of these women. So I have to wonder about that.

But, when I ask myself the question, why have you chosen to see this same Working Lady time and time again? I realise it has nothing to do with emotions or anything like that. The answer still seems to be because she fucks me so beautifully and intensely and expertly, I just have keep coming back for more.

My future, my emotions, my comittments, my life, my energy, all still belong to my partner.

For me, fucking a sex-worker is no different from going to the cinema or a concert. It's just one on one and very intense. But just like you walk away from the actors on the stage at the end of the play (actors who made you cry and toyed with your emotions incidentally), so you can also walk away from a sex-worker at the end of the session. Yet the memory and emotions and experience of the session remain. Just like the memory and emotions and experiences you felt whilst watching a play remain. With both experiences though, at the end of the session you must emerge from the darkened room/theatre and go back to the real world.