Okay, since someone asked to keep you updated I'll inform you. We began chatting more about other things, and I guess she got really into it because she wanted me to talk to her during the day. She said it's the only contact she really gets with someone who isn't an absolute animal. I was surprised on how it seemed she was really getting into me. We also met during the day once because she wanted me to pick her up and take her somewhere. I was surprised how good she looked when she was wearing normal, basic clothes instead of her trashy clothes she wears as a prostitute. When I dropped her off she said "thanks honey", kissed me and got out before I could really do anything. Through the side window she looked at me for a few moments while smiling faintly then walked away. I'm starting to think she didn't even need a lift from me, she just wanted to see how I reacted to that. I didn't think as much of it before, but that was the point when I really realized something unusual is going on here. Then, two nights ago, when I came to see her, she looked at me for a few seconds like she was frozen then started to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she said I'll never accept her for who she really is because she's a prostitute. I said I wouldn't judge her for doing what she really needed to get by. She told me it was strange, but she wanted to be with me, and she would give up what she's doing now to do it. She said that at first she just loved the way I moved, but as she got to know me better she started to be interested in who I am, and that by seeing her outside of "work" I was giving her more of a chance than anyone else does. She said that I would never want to have anything to do with her, specifically she said I would never want to see her in a wedding gown once I saw her in a whore's outfit. I was almost floored by this description, her job is to sell herself and she does it damn well emotionally as well as physically. She then looked as she was considering something, then showed me test results from a health care center showing she had been tested for numerous STDs and is clean. She then tried to ask me something, choked on her own words a few times, and finally asked if I would consider letting her have a bigger part in my life if she would give up prostitution. (cont.)
She told me she wasn't tied to a pimp and managed her own money, covering my biggest concern before I even voiced it. She asked me if I would at least let her spend some time with me. Because I'm fucked up and stupid, I felt as if I wasn't fully controlling myself but I told her she could sleep with me tonight and I'd figure out what to do tomorrow. Her face brightened up and she kissed me for several seconds, then she gathered her stuff and I took her home. Normally I would stop and wonder what the hell I just did, but I was in a good mood for some reason. When we had sex that night, we were kissing a lot more and I think it was more passionate than anything we had before. A friend once said about a relationship he was in that he stopped having sex and started making love, and I like that description. We fell asleep cuddling. I woke up today with her head on my chest. Normally people would freeze up and just ask themselves how they got into this situation, but I was content. I rubbed the smooth skin of her back and sides until she woke up. The first thing she did when she woke up is look at me with a big smile, and somehow it makes me think things are turning out all right. I made breakfast for her and tell her that since she was so well behaved she could stay another day. We've been together almost all day, neither of us has left the house or talked to anyone else. All we've been doing all day is talking, hanging out, cuddling, making out, and having sex as much as we could. I've never had sex so many times in one day, and rarely with so much passion. It was a very good day, for more than one reason. Now she's sleeping, and tomorrow I'm going to tell her she can stay for longer.
If she's doing it for sex, she's very dedicated to it. But now I want to think I was wrong. Maybe a prostitute can fall in love, but I'm surprised at how fast it's all happening. What have I gotten myself into? And why can I not help but like where it's going? I think I don't know what I'm doing, but I don't care anymore. I'm either really lucky or being a big sucker. Thinking about it, it's just all really strange. If nothing else, she's the most interesting woman I've met in a long time.
I think you got lucky and caught her when she just got in to the buisness. Most of the time low end prostitues are pretty messed up, I posted an earlier comment on the science behind your relationship and why it doesn't surprise me because of my knowledge of prostitution.
Is it normal I had this experience with a prostitute?
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Okay, since someone asked to keep you updated I'll inform you. We began chatting more about other things, and I guess she got really into it because she wanted me to talk to her during the day. She said it's the only contact she really gets with someone who isn't an absolute animal. I was surprised on how it seemed she was really getting into me. We also met during the day once because she wanted me to pick her up and take her somewhere. I was surprised how good she looked when she was wearing normal, basic clothes instead of her trashy clothes she wears as a prostitute. When I dropped her off she said "thanks honey", kissed me and got out before I could really do anything. Through the side window she looked at me for a few moments while smiling faintly then walked away. I'm starting to think she didn't even need a lift from me, she just wanted to see how I reacted to that. I didn't think as much of it before, but that was the point when I really realized something unusual is going on here. Then, two nights ago, when I came to see her, she looked at me for a few seconds like she was frozen then started to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she said I'll never accept her for who she really is because she's a prostitute. I said I wouldn't judge her for doing what she really needed to get by. She told me it was strange, but she wanted to be with me, and she would give up what she's doing now to do it. She said that at first she just loved the way I moved, but as she got to know me better she started to be interested in who I am, and that by seeing her outside of "work" I was giving her more of a chance than anyone else does. She said that I would never want to have anything to do with her, specifically she said I would never want to see her in a wedding gown once I saw her in a whore's outfit. I was almost floored by this description, her job is to sell herself and she does it damn well emotionally as well as physically. She then looked as she was considering something, then showed me test results from a health care center showing she had been tested for numerous STDs and is clean. She then tried to ask me something, choked on her own words a few times, and finally asked if I would consider letting her have a bigger part in my life if she would give up prostitution. (cont.)
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She told me she wasn't tied to a pimp and managed her own money, covering my biggest concern before I even voiced it. She asked me if I would at least let her spend some time with me. Because I'm fucked up and stupid, I felt as if I wasn't fully controlling myself but I told her she could sleep with me tonight and I'd figure out what to do tomorrow. Her face brightened up and she kissed me for several seconds, then she gathered her stuff and I took her home. Normally I would stop and wonder what the hell I just did, but I was in a good mood for some reason. When we had sex that night, we were kissing a lot more and I think it was more passionate than anything we had before. A friend once said about a relationship he was in that he stopped having sex and started making love, and I like that description. We fell asleep cuddling. I woke up today with her head on my chest. Normally people would freeze up and just ask themselves how they got into this situation, but I was content. I rubbed the smooth skin of her back and sides until she woke up. The first thing she did when she woke up is look at me with a big smile, and somehow it makes me think things are turning out all right. I made breakfast for her and tell her that since she was so well behaved she could stay another day. We've been together almost all day, neither of us has left the house or talked to anyone else. All we've been doing all day is talking, hanging out, cuddling, making out, and having sex as much as we could. I've never had sex so many times in one day, and rarely with so much passion. It was a very good day, for more than one reason. Now she's sleeping, and tomorrow I'm going to tell her she can stay for longer.
If she's doing it for sex, she's very dedicated to it. But now I want to think I was wrong. Maybe a prostitute can fall in love, but I'm surprised at how fast it's all happening. What have I gotten myself into? And why can I not help but like where it's going? I think I don't know what I'm doing, but I don't care anymore. I'm either really lucky or being a big sucker. Thinking about it, it's just all really strange. If nothing else, she's the most interesting woman I've met in a long time.
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y wouldnt a prostitute fall in love? is she not human? grow the fuck up.
I think you got lucky and caught her when she just got in to the buisness. Most of the time low end prostitues are pretty messed up, I posted an earlier comment on the science behind your relationship and why it doesn't surprise me because of my knowledge of prostitution.