1. Confession of a prostitute. Part 2
  2. Confession of a prostitute. Part 3
Portrait of the average prostituki.
Common character traits, not necessarily common to all, but very common:
1. The perception of your body and sex as a commodity. Sex can pay for almost everything. If you have no money or do not want to pay, you can offer yourself. Almost always works. Personally, I used it often. Sex with a teacher, with whom you have to write a diploma, or a realtor, if you want to buy an apartment on more favorable terms, or a nightclub owner, if you want to hang out in it for free ...
2. Almost all prostitutes - - lazy. Why work if you can spread your legs? Laziness can be far from pathological, but most of us are lazy.

3. And we are greedy. We love money and everything that they bring with them, but laziness does not allow us to earn it in another way.
4. Usually prostitutes are not fools, as many believe, but we prefer to play the role of fools.
5. The absence of any disgust after some work experience. In fact, any pro can turn off the mind and serve any Quasimode quite normally. I often accept golden rain, especially with regular customers. It is perfectly normal for me to be pissed if they pay me for it. If you compare those little inconveniences with the difficulty of making this money in the office or in the bazaar, it immediately becomes clear that all the way through.

6. Former prostitutes are not, there are those who benefit from behaving like decent women.
7. Over time, we all become little bishkami, at least, sleeping with a woman is not a problem for us.
8. Experienced prostitutes become a bit of a psychologist, sorting out a potential client, as well as leading long “life” conversations with men. This is not always the case, but it also has a place to be.

Frankly about myself (admittedly unvarnished)
What do I think about myself? To be honest, I have a rather critical opinion about myself. I live all my life at the expense of my body. So the circumstances. I wanted to change something many times in my life, but every time I returned to prostitution in one form or another. Not that I was a pathological lazy, although lazy, just sex for me - - - the easiest and most pleasant way to make money. There was a time, many years ago, when I worked in an office in my specialty (accounting). So, I worked for 5 days, and on Friday evening I could roll off with a friend, and in the morning, or rather, in the afternoon, on Saturday I would leave him home, and in my purse I had half of my monthly salary. By the end of this period in my life, I finally realized that for me personally it is more acceptable and less humiliating to kneel in the shower, on my forehead it is written with a felt-tip pen FUCKING, 2 men piss on me than for the same money a week to fuck documentation. A week of brain fucking and scandals at work and 2 hours of fucking with 10 minutes of recording for the same, if not higher, price.

Am I ashamed? Deep down, perhaps, but personally I have long been accustomed to it. It began yet
e to Kharkov, when I walked around the night Theodosia in the season, and some local guys knew that I was a nipple. Then, when I was already working as a prostitute in Kharkov, those for whom I worked worked with all my strength, so that I would not experience any shame or embarrassment, they could be said to suppress all my inclinations towards bashfulness. My photos with the face were placed for advertising, I posed for one erotic newspaper, there was also the type of my interview, although another person made it for me. Sometimes I had to dress very frankly when nipples could be seen through the semi-transparent fabric of the topic, and all passersby saw it. Gradually, I lost the opportunity to be ashamed. This is not aplomb in general, but what excites me is that others know that I am a whore. Maybe some kind of psychological defense against shame?

Do I consider prostitution evil? By itself I do not consider.It seems to me that it is useful for a girl to be able to spin a man for money, and your cunt can always become your ATM. You don't have to do it all the time like me. It’s wiser to just make money when the opportunity arises. I brought several girls into prostitution. Am I ashamed of it? In general, no. I just showed them the opportunities that she used.
Do I think any form of sex is bad? In principle, I accept everything that I like, and I tolerate everything that benefits me, but is not critically unpleasant. This is a job. Standing at the counter on the market in a frost is much more unpleasant than being in the cold, as for me. This is a purely personal opinion. At the same time, I honor the criminal code, although in my heart I do not consider sex with young people to be something bad, for example.
Do I enjoy sex with customers? Now more than in his youth. At 19 or 23, let's say, I had to imitate every second orgasm, now there is no such thing.

Golden Rain.
Very rare service provided by very few. Why? ... Is it not clear? My pimp Igor, when he “brought up” his ideal fuck out of me, taught me to these games. He generally loved all sorts of BDSM games when he was licked by another perversion. At first, it seemed that he needed me to bring in more money, but then I rather tried for my own sake. Was it easy for me? Not. I always had to re-fuss myself a bit, but when I overcame it, it became normal. How do I feel about the golden rain? Well, firstly, this is a good extra income. Of course, humiliating, but I'm not afraid of humiliation. In 2013, when I decided to return to the sex business to the full, the golden rain became my zamanuha. Few people agree on such a young whore, so there is less competition. With impermanent, I allow only piss on my chest. Permanent - - on the face and hair. I don’t like it in my mouth, although I haven’t been pulling at such a long time. I myself can also pee. 90% for me is a question of money. In general, I do not feel disgust, pleasure, too, if there is no corresponding mood of humiliation. For me, it is brackish water with a specific flavor, which is well paid for. 10% - is sex with lover customers when I have a special attitude towards humiliation. Then I get excited and cum from the awareness of my venality

13 comments
  • July 15, 2017 8:29

    I will answer all questions

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  • July 15, 2017 11:51

    Hi, Manya, hello.
    Well, answer the questions.
    1) I do not quite understand the ending of the story about "lovers, customers." Maybe you meant favorites from regular customers? Because a lover is somewhat different. And you have a lot of favorites right now? Really it turns out with them to fully liberate oneself and not to feel like a multi-woman worker?
    2) Here, in the end, you mentioned the buzz from awareness of your own humiliation. Is this so, for red word, as a tribute to stamps, or is it something like that in the soul?
    3) In the third part, the author's language has somehow improved. Someone helped write?

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  • July 15, 2017 12:02

    1. Well, yes, favorites. In principle, those with whom I am not comfortable will eventually be eliminated. It is difficult for me to draw an exact line under one, and then say that Kolya or Stasik is no longer a pet, but a candidate for pets. In fact, somewhere 6 can be called definitively "lovers." With each one I have known for at least a year. There are still 5 who may not fall short. This is my feed base))
    2. Ted, even very ted.
    3. No, just before I will write and publish, and then once checked, again through time.

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  • July 15, 2017 14:07

    Oh, and forgot to ask.
    Why do you expose old photos from public albums? A new place in any way? Admit it, it can not but arouse suspicion.

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  • July 15, 2017 15:11

    Everything new immediately becomes publicly available.That is why I renounced something new to exhibit. It's useless. By the way, it seems I once sent you a new mail ... a month has not passed since it has already spread. Well, I don’t remember exactly what it is for you, but it was ... Ok, it’s important for me in principle to be remembered about me on the Internet, but somehow I need those who really need me, who really want to meet me I can talk.

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  • July 16, 2017 10:09

    Yes, something from the household photos sent.
    “Who I need” is an interesting phrase.
    And who fits this category necessary? Purely “Danaians”, gifts bringing? Or someone else?
    And forgive the curious: were there any Russian cranks who rushed to arrange the Ukrainian visa and buy a ticket to Kharkov?

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  • July 16, 2017 11:05

    Usually bringing gifts.
    The last question did not understand. I saw the last car with Russian numbers in Kharkov in 2015, and before that up to a quarter of the numbers were Russian, so the question is strange. I am not familiar with the migration service and customs officers. But from the Crimea constantly draw up documents here because of difficulties in place. Sucks there. It's true. Crimea full opa happened. No work, no tourists, some prices. It's true. The 90s are back. Approximately the third part left, and the rest quietly hate everyone, namely everyone, starting from Bandera, whom they had never seen before, ending with the Chechens, who appeared and were allowed to go to Feodosia. In general, so.

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  • July 16, 2017 11:30

    By the third part, I meant acquaintances.

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  • July 17, 2017 16:23

    Great storytelling! I would not say that all prostitutes are lazy. A good specialist, let's call it that, laziness cannot be a priori. The prostitute is working, glad that the client was pleased and he saw the return on investment. After the golden rain, I like to look at beautiful, wet female hair ... There is work and aesthetics in everything.

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  • July 18, 2017 8:28

    In principle, I agree. After sex sometimes very tired, especially after the group.

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  • July 17, 2017 16:51

    You know, I agree with you ... about the offices and others like them ... my friend, the designer, fuck the brain so ... with these projects, discontent, cavils, alterations - that she already simply does not live in joy ... because of incommensurability and penny pay for it. A man has lost 3 diopters of view in 2 years ... and nobody cares. And there is no point in all this. Fuck everyone and fucking moral and mental, maybe even more humiliating than physical fucking.

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  • July 18, 2017 8:31

    I had a time when I wanted to do something else, but in reality it didn’t work because men always turned up with money and a desire to pay for sex with me, but longing at work.

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  • July 18, 2017 18:17

    Everything is described very well

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