OK, are we allowed a blast from the past every once in a while? This is the Victoria Secret dress I bought at a second-hand store with my mother's birthday money that started my sex work career almost 20 years ago. I show up to get photos taken for my escort ad and the photographer os the best--I got to wear what I want.
A Patreon suggested I share more about the personal stories of my clients. I'll pick one in more detail for next month. Your Muse, Miss Charla PS. I can still fit in that dress.
I massaged two women today who came for erotic bodywork—both my first time seeing them. One wanted a ‘massage on the edge’—spicy, blindfolded, with floggers and restraints. The other didn’t take her clothes off. Both got to to pick from the ‘menu’ and chose her own experience. Both were in the driver’s seat, learning to express their desires and negotiate. Choosing was more important than doing. It’s the heart of erotic empowerment and joy.
A client 74 years old lost his wife after 9 years of illness. He hasn’t touched a woman other than her for 50 years. He cries every night for her. When she asked at the end if he was going to be sexual with anyone else, “I wouldn’t be able to get erect,“ he told her. Now he can’t, but wants to loose guilt and feel pleasure again. I go one baby step at a time.
A Turkish man hasn’t touched a woman for 8 years, not since he was 16 years old—except one disastrous time. He’s been afraid his cock won’t work right since. He feels isolated and excluded. His friends have stopped trying to fix him up (he’s a very handsome man), and he thinks they probably assume he’s gay. He’s beginning to tell a coupe of close friends his predicament—breaking the silence..
Nancy Lehmann
2022-09-13 03:10:06 +0000 UTCCharla Hathaway
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