I can assure you this is a damn sight cheaper than wining and dining a woman, like men usually do. I would have to spend hours on all the bullshit you have to talk. This is good value. It's neat and tidy.
You walk out the door and you're free. Physically, emotionally, in every way. I probably come here about once a fortnight, just a short visit, you know, in and out. I try to see the same woman each time, mainly because I like her.
Sandy has a nice personality. I find her attractive and her reactions are good. She satisfies my sexual needs. I reckon I must have been seeing her for about two and a half years. If she moved parlours, I'd follow her. I think Sandy enjoys the sex we have, because I always treat her well. But even if she wasn't enjoying it, it wouldn't put me off - as long as the reactions were OK, as long as she didn't start eating an apple or reading a book or something.
That would be a bit off-putting. Short of that, I'm not bothered. When I first decided to go to a prostitute, it was pretty traumatic because you're supposed to just walk in and get on with it.
But as long as the female's responses are right, then that first anxiety is easy to overcome. I came to brothels all through my marriage, even when I was having an affair. It wasn't that I wasn't being satisfied - I was - but males have an urge. Every now and then I have a need, a craving, for a different female. Sex doesn't necessarily mean anything to a male.
