July 5th, 2009
...To start with.
It was a never ending search for the big O. I just couldn’t understand what orgasm felt like when I was young. The idea of mind-blowing sex made me feel like a hungry cavewoman. No matter how hard the dick hits inside my wall, I just couldn’t feel it and that was my problem. It was like putting a lollipop in your mouth but you couldn’t taste it. I’m one of the few who fakes orgasm just to please the guy, pathetic. But that didn’t stop me from doing it.
I tried all means of sex just to feel that big O until someone talked to me and said that I can gain profit while having sex, and so I took the bait. I was not in need of money; it was more of a reward for a job well done.
That someone became my friend and introduced me to the sex industry. Businessmen, politicians, doctors, celebrities, etc appreciate the compensation for their field, but instead of money being paid to them, women like me are their prize.
To make the long story short, I’ve been around the trade for sometime now. And I made my way through it as discreetly as possible. But the orgasm feeling remains a mystery for me until I meet George…