2010 began w/18yo who since fin. TWO pregnancies

This week marks ten years at OD for me and while I try to stay on theme it bears mention that most of the appeal to my time at OD has been the sincerity of hundreds of other diarists I’ve read along the way.

Although the teen birth rate is at a record low (lowest in 70 years of data), as hinted by the title of this entry, the first working girl I shared quality time with in 2010 has delivered two separate full-term offspring this year. She was a tender 18yo when 2010 began and delivered her first child in mid-January before getting pregnant again a couple of months later and birthing another could-be tax deduction earlier this month.

I’ve not seen her since the first half of January, but I keep up with her on the internet and, well, it certainly was an experience for the so-called bucket list to share physical intimacy with such a ripe young woman. I have no idea how the now-19yo will support her young brood or if she herself has the patience to handle what is now a pair of offspring each yet to reach their first birthdays.

Difficult to tell in what direction that young woman’s arrow was pointing before she got pregnant and before she turned 18, but it seems safe to say that time spent with me hasn’t really impacted her life in adverse fashion considering everything else in her world.

Each of the four times we met I arrived at any of various cheap motels where she had or had borrowed a room. All of those encounters were gentle and relatively respectful while I get the sense that she’s somebody who probably thrives on a lot more drama from other directions in her life. I’ll always remember how routinely her hands reached for mine at times when I was performing oral sex on her. Maybe it was just some sort of instinctive bonding on her part, but it sure enhanced the opportunity for me considering that the move implied a seeming comfort and/or relaxation.

The young woman’s full-sized baby belly was an experience I’m very glad to have known and there is just… an unparalleled tenderness about the pregnant form which I cannot breathe-in deeply enough. I recall during one of our sessions, my having stood to await her return from the bathroom and then moving gently behind her to envelop her pregnancy with my arms (in what would seem like loving-couple form, as presented by the media). The gentleness represented by her evolving body almost overwhelmed me and I was far more content when just standing behind her, like that, than when having sex on the nearby bed.

I can recall becoming considerably aroused there behind her, just from the tenderness that was so apparent to me at the time. It was a chance to express my awe over having been so near to such a wonder and perhaps it was the seeming relaxation that brought which caused spontaneous erection. Soon my 18yo companion would reach behind and take me in her hand as my breathing became deeper and I let forth a sigh…

At last declaration the young woman had once again quit the business of prostitution as of last summer but I sort of get the feeling that she isn’t far from returning. Perhaps the financial pressures of parenthood times two will make it very difficult for her to resist the steady flow of cash that prostitution can sometimes represent.      

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, less than 24 hours after I wrote this, announcement comes that the now-19-yo mother of two 2010 newborns from separate deliveries is back in the world’s oldest profession.

This time she reintroduces herself with the help of a lust-inducing photo of ripened and lactating breasts.

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Elsewhere around the world of prostitution the powers that be are slowly clamping down on various online advertising spots such as Craigslist (which doesn’t have its adult business ads anymore). Not only have the Craigslist ad spots been eliminated but other avenues are finding themselves restricted in terms of how much skin can be shown and how much blatant sex terminology is allowed. Subtle things such as no longer being able to search through "escort" ads by age are slowing the wheels of prostitution a bit. Yet more deeply underground the websites are thriving as before. So if you know what you want and where you want it in the area of the oldest profession it is likely that you can find a working girl to meet your needs near to your location.

Indeed the holidays and the economy have seemed to slow interest in general in prostitution commerce and some women tell openly of reduced income levels and of having to make changes. The rates charged by a prostitute are still very fluid and most working girls have as a last line of economic defense the opportunity to lower rates to reach potential clientele. Since a working girl has low overhead and plenty of raw materials she can make modest alterations and keep right on earning a living.

The competition can be fierce and there is sometimes little room for a damaged reputation among the fickle male client base out in internet land. Some women try to remain as moral and as fair as they can while performing the world’s oldest profession and in so doing, once in a while even an impulsive and decent move can really damage a once-thriving career in prostitution.

I know of a woman who had never done such a thing until after her 40th birthday and who then opted to try her hand as a prostitute. She was by most accounts thriving until a time not long ago when she fielded a curious phone call from a client’s wife. Seemingly trapped like a deer in the headlights the woman did what I would have done, which was to resist the impulse to lie any further while considering that there was a raw and vulnerable human being on the other end of the line. A serious and sincere discussion ensued with compassion abundant on both sides, just as I might script there to be.

A short while later, complicated both by the prostitute’s torn feelings on the matter and by the dead-to-rights husband’s lashing outward, the entire online community surrounding prostitution in their city came to know of the phone call. Being as narrow-minded as cheating husbands tend to be, these guys all sided with the married john who in their eyes was somehow ‘wronged’ by the working girl. The facts, of course, are that the john left the woman’s picture and number in his phone for his wife to discover and he cannot see himself as the person who originally violated an implicit mutual contract for discretion that way.  All either side has to ensure discretion is the information that makes it a two-way street.  Once one side violates that unwritten contract for mutual discretion then it is almost to be expected that the boom shall be lowered from the other side.

The wife was dialing what she thought was the number of a woman with whom her husband was or was about to be having an affair. In many ways she should have been relatively relieved to know that there was nothing emotional tying

them together. 2010 was a rough year for that guy too, I guess, as he only began seeing working girls at some point early this year. Now his wife knows everything, and yet he still doesn’t have brains enough to disappear from the prostitution websites and change his ways.

Elsewhere, the latest person of intrigue among local working girls is a seeming college student who advertises not only humongous breasts on a short frame but also a XX-28-40 figure which has me both curious and eager to see her in the flesh. While her hip measurement may read "ample" in the minds of some, it is not lost on me that a "waist-to-hip ratio" of .70 is said to be ideal. I would like to measure my mind’s reaction to seeing those curves unobstructed by clothing or anything else. I could go for a chance to calibrate my eye with the "point-seven-zero" ideal.

The woman’s reviews suggest a sharp-minded person able to converse on a variety of topics and her lack of recent online ads suggests that she is indeed a college student away on Christmas break (perhaps in her hometown somewhere). She does have the annoying habit of continuous use of the same pictures. Compelling as they are, a variety of shots offered intermittently would appeal to a wider audience.

When I began this diary ten years ago I probably didn’t imagine it would still be here in December of 2010, but I have made some very meaningful connections with various women around Open Diary and some of them mean a great deal to me. I still keep up with the diarist I followed even before I became inspired to begin this diary and earlier today I was caused to trace back to my initial note exchanges with another diarist I still follow, some 7 1/2 years later. There are many, many others I adore a great deal, some even though I never reveal my steady visitation at their diaries. (there are just some people I’d rather not impact with the idea that the likes of "mindsetofajohn" is wanting to read their innermost thoughts and feelings)

Earlier this year I took fast interest in a diary that I read and enjoyed for hours upon first sitting. I wrote positive notes and really let the diarist know that I admired her thoughts or actions on various topics she mentioned. Although that person has never left me a note of any sort, she still became uncomfortable at my having read her words and then turned her diary to "friends only".

For those diarists who are already "anonymous" here, I just can’t fathom the additional need to change even the name of their diaries, and I certainly can’t see restricting accessibility with regard to who can read or who can note. Is there anything that some anonymous person can say that reeeeeeeeeeeeeally has that much affect on your day… that you can’t even put into proper perspective the fact that the words tell much more about the notER than about the notEE?

One need not exhaust herself looking around my diary for mean-spirited or judgmental anonymous notes, but who cares???? I have had the same diary name for ten years now, and have allowed all notes for ten years now. That even though I arrived here and immediately introduced a very controversial topic which to this day draws the ire of even those who run Open Diary.

I never really intended to rub prostitution into anybody’s face here, and certainly I have never done so, but the active male vantage point on prostitution is completely under-represented in mainstream society, and similarly under-represented in words all around the world. I can appreciate that handfuls of men have made small attempts of various duration at trying to fairly represent "johns" in online print. Just how many of those can you find which have continued basically uninterrupted for ten years straight?

This anniversary week entry wouldn’t be entirely complete without well wishes to "My Favorite Prostitute" whose confident presence in a dark telephone booth on a cold December night in 2000 inspired the first entry here so long ago. I hope you are content after a recent ‘milestone’ birthday. You were "yourself" so much of the time, and it mattered… Be well, MFP!