Paid sex
My partner and I broke up at the start of the year; long distance issues. I really wasn't interested in company for a while after that, no one was coming up on my raidar.
But I was still getting horny. I started exploring the stripping clubs in town, and while I've found some relief, mostly it just inspires curriosity in me. So rarely do the gyrating bodies catch my interest, I wonder why that is? Some quirk nherant in
my orientation? In any case, I've found some of them enjoy it, but to most it's just a job. Maybe that's whatmakes the differance in what appeals.
I also stumbled upon what might be the cities only whore house. This was early on, and I wasn't expecting it, but wasn't averse to it at the time! The place was done up pretty well, had a comfortable atmosphere. The cliant handlingsystem could be improved a bit. But then, I'm a romantic; some aspect of the place was bound to offend even my lust dulled sense of esthetics. The sex wasn't great: the girl talked a lot and I ended up talking a bit about gender diversity, which I've studied in depth."
On the whole, it feels like I went there more to help her, which isn't a bad thing.
I've learnt to ask beforehand if a stripper could pet me (for tip) as I enjoy that MUCH more than the sight of her grabbing her arse cheeks. Guess I'm more tactile than visual.
But I was still getting horny. I started exploring the stripping clubs in town, and while I've found some relief, mostly it just inspires curriosity in me. So rarely do the gyrating bodies catch my interest, I wonder why that is? Some quirk nherant in
my orientation? In any case, I've found some of them enjoy it, but to most it's just a job. Maybe that's whatmakes the differance in what appeals.
I also stumbled upon what might be the cities only whore house. This was early on, and I wasn't expecting it, but wasn't averse to it at the time! The place was done up pretty well, had a comfortable atmosphere. The cliant handlingsystem could be improved a bit. But then, I'm a romantic; some aspect of the place was bound to offend even my lust dulled sense of esthetics. The sex wasn't great: the girl talked a lot and I ended up talking a bit about gender diversity, which I've studied in depth."
On the whole, it feels like I went there more to help her, which isn't a bad thing.
I've learnt to ask beforehand if a stripper could pet me (for tip) as I enjoy that MUCH more than the sight of her grabbing her arse cheeks. Guess I'm more tactile than visual.