I would love to!
Yes, seriously, you cannot imagine how many times the thought has been in my mind to visit one of the ladies in the Red Light District in Amsterdam, but I am too much of a chicken to do so. I have even written a story, and the character in the story had much more guts than me!
Traditionally everyone always think of men going to the sex workers when you talk about Amsterdam, but surely women can go there too? I mean, there shouldn’t be anything wrong with women seeking pleasure too and paying for it? Just like one of the sex workers can refuse to do acts a man might want her to, she can also refuse to have sex with a woman, right?
My thoughts are all over the place with this, but in the end I will always be too much of a chicken to go there.
How about the other side? Would I want to be a sex worker, even in role play? This one is a lot easier to answer: no. But, I have sometimes fantasized about it, which also led to writing a story, one I still love! I guess I can see myself in the role of a sex worker, and maybe even visiting one, only when it is a pre-arranged situation like in this second story. There is no way I would spontaneously make the move myself.
In her brief Molly said:
Also for the purpose of this topic I am defining sex workers as anyone who sells their service in some sort of sexual context so that might be as a full service worker, a dominatrix, a cam girl, selling used panties, lap dancing and stripping and so on.
There is this one deep, deep fantasy I have and that is to go to a massage parlor and to be massaged to the point of orgasm, by a stranger. I want to just be, with nothing expected of me. I want to feel the hands, feel them bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, feel them not only touching my cunt, but use every inch of my body to build towards my release. I have had a massage like this before, but since it was done by a friend, there is always the feeling that I have to do something back. Not that I mind that, but my fantasy just is as it is: to only receive and enjoy.
Some years ago I searched the Internet for massage parlors like these, where a ‘happy end’ is mentioned on the website. I have found one or two, but they seemed to be mainly focused on the happy end of men, not women. Maybe I should start my search again, but even if I find a massage parlor that ‘caters’ for women too, I am back to being a coward and would not make an appointment. This once again will have to be arranged by someone else, because I wouldn’t do it.
I have an enormous fascination and respect for sex workers, and not only because I fantasize about making use of their services.
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