If the world were different I would want to be a prostitute.
If things were the other way round and it was women who were cursed with this insatiable desire to copulate with various men, and were willing to pay for it, I would want to be one of those men.
If women had the kind of sexuality where they could look at us men as no more than objects of desire, I would want to be one of those men.
And if there were old terrace houses and modified suburban factories filled with opulently decorated rooms that held big beds, soft lighting, and a man who she can fuck and leave all within an hour or two, I'd want to work in one of those places.
Whilst "respectable" men would be doing other jobs such as banking and accounting and suing people this is the job I would want to do. I would want the freedom and infamy and notoriety of being a scarlet man. A prostitute, who works in a brothel.
I would work in a brothel like Ladies For Gentlemen - except now it would be called Gentlemen for Ladies - a fine old converted terrace house. There would be four or five other men working there too. We'd each have a different image but in other ways we'd all be the same. We know what we are doing and can't hide it from each other. We have become friends, and in between waiting for ladies to walk through the door we'd play cards and read books and chat.
Some days would be quiet and we'd give each other hell with hi-jinx because we are bored. Other days we'd be flat chat and complaining in the boys' room about our sore dickies; but giving each other high-fives of delight as we realise how much money we are going to take home that night.
Each of us guys would have his own image. Some of us guys would dress to show off muscle. Some of us would look like the boy next door in jeans and jumper; some of us would put on a sharp business suit.
If I were a prostitute I would dress as a Victorian Gentleman.
I would call myself Charles or James I think: or maybe just Mr. Pee.
I would do my intros in a frock coat and a top hat and I would carry a cane with a silver knob.
My black lace shoes would be polished to gleaming.
If I were a prostitute I would smell manly but fresh and my teeth and nails would be impeccably groomed.
When I do my introduction to the lady client I would remove my top hat and politely ask if I may sit beside her.
I would ask her if she has any questions or if there is anything she is particularly looking for. My smiling happy eyes would never leave her. She would sense that I really want to be with her. I would tell her I give a nice massage and I also have some toys. I can use a vibrator on her or she can watch me play with my flesh-light if she wants.
When she tells me she likes kissing and wants sixty-nine I would tell her I'd be happy to meet that preference. I wouldn't charge for extras.
I would gently let her know that I will allow oral without a condom but not intercourse.
If I were a prostitute and she chose me I would offer her my arm and escort her to the room. I would close the door when we were alone and take her into my arms and thank her for choosing me and tell her I am so much looking forward to our time together. I would ask her if she would like me to help her undress for her shower or if she would like some time to herself. If she asked me for help I would kneel before her and gently undo each button and tell her how beautiful she looks and smells and sigh in happy anticipation of serving my client.
When I leave her to shower I would go back to the boys room and they'd be laughing because she's old and fat and I have to go down on her and fuck her. Or they might be cursing me because she is super-hot and they were all hoping she might have picked one of them.
"Ha ha" I'd say. "Too bad. Anyway she's a reg". I like to think I'd have a few regs if I were a prostitute.
When I return to the room my client would be sitting on the bed trying to preserve her modesty with an under-sized bath towel. I'd smile warmly and ask her how's her day been so far. I would open some condoms packs and place them ready for a quick grab on the bedside table.
If I were a prostitute I would hang up my hat and coat and remove my shoes, shirt and trousers so that I am naked; which is what she has paid for. I would then sit next to her on the bed and tell her she is beautiful no matter what she looks like.
She would deny it and I would tell her "In this room, for this next hour, you are the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world." And then I would slowly take the towel away from her and make love to her as though I meant what I just said.
Some days I would have clients who want slow, lingering, loving: "Lick my pussy gently. Lick it for ever" I wouldn't mind if they get excited and talk a bit dirty to me. All part of the job.
Some days I would have clients who just want to be fucked good and hard. "Fuck me like I'm a desirable woman" she would say. Later she would tell me how her husband never recognises her. She's like a piece of furniture round the place. She will tell me she had her hair done yesterday. It was a significant change but he didn't even notice it. She would sigh and say "I know I'm getting older, but fuck it! I'm still a woman".
Some days I'd have clients who just want a massage and some nice touching in all the right places.
I like to think if I were a prostitute I'd get it right and one of the reasons all my clients would come back to me and like me is because I listen to them. Like, really listen to their opinions and thoughts and ideas. That would be a pleasure.
If I were a prostitute I wouldn't do doubles where I had to fuck the other guy for her visual pleasure. Hopefully there would be a couple of bi-sex boys the parlour could provide but that wouldn't be me. If I did do a double I would have to tell her. "We'll do double penetration on you but we won't be serving each other. Is that cool?" Then I'd go back to the boy's room and announce: "Got a big girl here. She wants it up the pussy and the rear and want's to take two guys in the mouth at the same time. I'm game. Any of you guys want to join me?"
One of the guys might shrug, toss his newspaper aside, check himself in the mirror then walk out to introduce himself to her.
We're just working. No big deal.
My image as a prostitute would be a total gentleman dandy so I wouldn't be every woman's cup of tea. I'd have a reputation alright. You wouldn't forget me in a hurry.
If I were a prostitute I'd probably work about 3 or 4 days a week because I'd be successful and that would be all the hours I have to put in. On my days off I'd go shopping with friends or go to the movies and art galleries. I'd enjoy my independence. I would always be dressed to the nines in clothing that bordered on the outrageous. I wouldn't care what anybody thought either.
At some of the boutiques where I shop the sales clerks would be stumbling over each other to get to me because they know what a good client I am. I would hear them whispering as I leave "Do you know what that guy does for a living?"
My private life would be very private. I would probably live in one of those classic old apartments you see in South Yarra. Me and my cat. I always imagine upstairs would be Mrs Goldstein, a lovely old woman. She likes me a lot and we kind of look out for each other a bit. Sometimes we have afternoon tea together. She knows what I do but we don't talk about it much. However she once told me that in her younger days in Vienna she would often use the services of a gentleman like me.
If I were a prostitute I like to think that I would be written about by women who have seen me. They'd be part of an Internet site where women who frequently use the services of a gentleman like me exchange information. I like to think that the reviews would be fairly complimentary.
Dropped into Gentlemen for Ladies the other night.
There were four guys in the introduction. Chose Mr. Pee. He's a bit quirky with his top hat and tails but he seemed okay about the service I wanted and didn't mention extras.
Went down on me for ages till I came. I gave him a BBBJ. Good kisser. We did it doggie and missionary. Best part of the service was he really made me feel like a beautiful and desirable woman. Also he didn't switch off after we'd fucked like some guys do. A true professional he held me in his arms afterwards and made me feel no less desirable or wanted. Then he gave me a tender massage as we had a little chat. I know it's all fantasy but it felt great and just what I needed after a stressful day. If you see him, go easy on him girls. Treat him with respect and you'll get a good service.
Service: 8/10
Looks: 7/10
Attitude: 10/10
Would see again.
What is it that makes us men happily pay for the services of women? Why is there about 100 legal brothels in this city and they're nearly all busy? What is it about women's sexuality that would prevent a reverse situation. Wouldn't they love to be able to go to a house of fantasy and sensual indulgence, pick a man, fuck him (or get him to fuck her) and then leave? No strings attached, no complications. Women deserve that option, the same as men.
I don't know what it is. But I can't ever imagine the situation being that way. More is the pity. Maybe they think no man would want to do a job like that. How wrong they are.
If things were the other way round and it was women who were cursed with this insatiable desire to copulate with various men, and were willing to pay for it, I would want to be one of those men.
If women had the kind of sexuality where they could look at us men as no more than objects of desire, I would want to be one of those men.
And if there were old terrace houses and modified suburban factories filled with opulently decorated rooms that held big beds, soft lighting, and a man who she can fuck and leave all within an hour or two, I'd want to work in one of those places.
Whilst "respectable" men would be doing other jobs such as banking and accounting and suing people this is the job I would want to do. I would want the freedom and infamy and notoriety of being a scarlet man. A prostitute, who works in a brothel.
I would work in a brothel like Ladies For Gentlemen - except now it would be called Gentlemen for Ladies - a fine old converted terrace house. There would be four or five other men working there too. We'd each have a different image but in other ways we'd all be the same. We know what we are doing and can't hide it from each other. We have become friends, and in between waiting for ladies to walk through the door we'd play cards and read books and chat.
Some days would be quiet and we'd give each other hell with hi-jinx because we are bored. Other days we'd be flat chat and complaining in the boys' room about our sore dickies; but giving each other high-fives of delight as we realise how much money we are going to take home that night.
Each of us guys would have his own image. Some of us guys would dress to show off muscle. Some of us would look like the boy next door in jeans and jumper; some of us would put on a sharp business suit.
If I were a prostitute I would dress as a Victorian Gentleman.
I would call myself Charles or James I think: or maybe just Mr. Pee.
I would do my intros in a frock coat and a top hat and I would carry a cane with a silver knob.
My black lace shoes would be polished to gleaming.
If I were a prostitute I would smell manly but fresh and my teeth and nails would be impeccably groomed.
When I do my introduction to the lady client I would remove my top hat and politely ask if I may sit beside her.
I would ask her if she has any questions or if there is anything she is particularly looking for. My smiling happy eyes would never leave her. She would sense that I really want to be with her. I would tell her I give a nice massage and I also have some toys. I can use a vibrator on her or she can watch me play with my flesh-light if she wants.
When she tells me she likes kissing and wants sixty-nine I would tell her I'd be happy to meet that preference. I wouldn't charge for extras.
I would gently let her know that I will allow oral without a condom but not intercourse.
If I were a prostitute and she chose me I would offer her my arm and escort her to the room. I would close the door when we were alone and take her into my arms and thank her for choosing me and tell her I am so much looking forward to our time together. I would ask her if she would like me to help her undress for her shower or if she would like some time to herself. If she asked me for help I would kneel before her and gently undo each button and tell her how beautiful she looks and smells and sigh in happy anticipation of serving my client.
When I leave her to shower I would go back to the boys room and they'd be laughing because she's old and fat and I have to go down on her and fuck her. Or they might be cursing me because she is super-hot and they were all hoping she might have picked one of them.
"Ha ha" I'd say. "Too bad. Anyway she's a reg". I like to think I'd have a few regs if I were a prostitute.
When I return to the room my client would be sitting on the bed trying to preserve her modesty with an under-sized bath towel. I'd smile warmly and ask her how's her day been so far. I would open some condoms packs and place them ready for a quick grab on the bedside table.
If I were a prostitute I would hang up my hat and coat and remove my shoes, shirt and trousers so that I am naked; which is what she has paid for. I would then sit next to her on the bed and tell her she is beautiful no matter what she looks like.
She would deny it and I would tell her "In this room, for this next hour, you are the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world." And then I would slowly take the towel away from her and make love to her as though I meant what I just said.
Some days I would have clients who want slow, lingering, loving: "Lick my pussy gently. Lick it for ever" I wouldn't mind if they get excited and talk a bit dirty to me. All part of the job.
Some days I would have clients who just want to be fucked good and hard. "Fuck me like I'm a desirable woman" she would say. Later she would tell me how her husband never recognises her. She's like a piece of furniture round the place. She will tell me she had her hair done yesterday. It was a significant change but he didn't even notice it. She would sigh and say "I know I'm getting older, but fuck it! I'm still a woman".
Some days I'd have clients who just want a massage and some nice touching in all the right places.
I like to think if I were a prostitute I'd get it right and one of the reasons all my clients would come back to me and like me is because I listen to them. Like, really listen to their opinions and thoughts and ideas. That would be a pleasure.
If I were a prostitute I wouldn't do doubles where I had to fuck the other guy for her visual pleasure. Hopefully there would be a couple of bi-sex boys the parlour could provide but that wouldn't be me. If I did do a double I would have to tell her. "We'll do double penetration on you but we won't be serving each other. Is that cool?" Then I'd go back to the boy's room and announce: "Got a big girl here. She wants it up the pussy and the rear and want's to take two guys in the mouth at the same time. I'm game. Any of you guys want to join me?"
One of the guys might shrug, toss his newspaper aside, check himself in the mirror then walk out to introduce himself to her.
We're just working. No big deal.
My image as a prostitute would be a total gentleman dandy so I wouldn't be every woman's cup of tea. I'd have a reputation alright. You wouldn't forget me in a hurry.
If I were a prostitute I'd probably work about 3 or 4 days a week because I'd be successful and that would be all the hours I have to put in. On my days off I'd go shopping with friends or go to the movies and art galleries. I'd enjoy my independence. I would always be dressed to the nines in clothing that bordered on the outrageous. I wouldn't care what anybody thought either.
At some of the boutiques where I shop the sales clerks would be stumbling over each other to get to me because they know what a good client I am. I would hear them whispering as I leave "Do you know what that guy does for a living?"
My private life would be very private. I would probably live in one of those classic old apartments you see in South Yarra. Me and my cat. I always imagine upstairs would be Mrs Goldstein, a lovely old woman. She likes me a lot and we kind of look out for each other a bit. Sometimes we have afternoon tea together. She knows what I do but we don't talk about it much. However she once told me that in her younger days in Vienna she would often use the services of a gentleman like me.
If I were a prostitute I like to think that I would be written about by women who have seen me. They'd be part of an Internet site where women who frequently use the services of a gentleman like me exchange information. I like to think that the reviews would be fairly complimentary.
Dropped into Gentlemen for Ladies the other night.
There were four guys in the introduction. Chose Mr. Pee. He's a bit quirky with his top hat and tails but he seemed okay about the service I wanted and didn't mention extras.
Went down on me for ages till I came. I gave him a BBBJ. Good kisser. We did it doggie and missionary. Best part of the service was he really made me feel like a beautiful and desirable woman. Also he didn't switch off after we'd fucked like some guys do. A true professional he held me in his arms afterwards and made me feel no less desirable or wanted. Then he gave me a tender massage as we had a little chat. I know it's all fantasy but it felt great and just what I needed after a stressful day. If you see him, go easy on him girls. Treat him with respect and you'll get a good service.
Service: 8/10
Looks: 7/10
Attitude: 10/10
Would see again.
What is it that makes us men happily pay for the services of women? Why is there about 100 legal brothels in this city and they're nearly all busy? What is it about women's sexuality that would prevent a reverse situation. Wouldn't they love to be able to go to a house of fantasy and sensual indulgence, pick a man, fuck him (or get him to fuck her) and then leave? No strings attached, no complications. Women deserve that option, the same as men.
I don't know what it is. But I can't ever imagine the situation being that way. More is the pity. Maybe they think no man would want to do a job like that. How wrong they are.
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it might work, its worth a try!
i love reading your journals, i have been for a while.... they are very insightful and interesting!
i like your idea of guys with different images
and Mr. Pee is an awesome name