So, sex work can be pretty darn hot. Sometimes I feel like a slutty 16 year old all over again. (Other days not so much.) But it is so much fun when it is hot: sex is mind-altering, mind-blowing.
Every now and then I have one of those days where it is more than a pleasure to fuck the brains out of some guy. You know some guy who walks into the room and I can’t keep my hands off him.
I love cocks, I am a real man’s woman. I like to be the feminine woman. I love that I get to have (safe) sex with lots of men, in my eyes they are mostly hot, and they are usually very aroused men. And I love to get paid obviously. Every man is different, and when I am with him, I am excited to enjoy his body. And afterwards, I sometimes still think about him, and glide around the rest of my life thinking my own private erotic thoughts.
But then he might say, “Amber, we’ve had an amazing time – can I see you outside work?” He means, for free, gratis, like fuck buddies. However, outside of work, well, I am not Amber. Being Amber is my own fantasy. So I always say no.
I hope this doesn’t disappoint anyone.