I wanna touch women gently – some hookers hate it!

I finally figured something out about prostitutes, with the help of two Open Diary women, one of whom is a prostitute.  Both of these women have diaries I’ve been reading for years.  Each is young, attractive and with a considerably educated mind.  It may be their divergent paths which helps to hammer home this eye-opening understanding about people, and especially women.

During my travels through the world of prostitution I have usually been under the impression that the women I see just aren’t in the habit of letting their guard down enough to get comfortable for very long when I might wish to gently and sincerely massage their shoulders.  It makes a lot of sense, because women who sell sex on the streets meet the whole gamut of crazies out there and they have very little time or data to pick the crazies out of the crowd.  So there has usually been a gentle rushing of time spent together with most working girls, most of whom tend to process their clients as if they were widgets on a conveyor belt  (up, off, down and out… often with very little small talk).

It wasn’t until this week, when exchanging thoughts with the two young Open Diarists mentioned above, that it began to make more sense to me that the working girls shun the gentle touching that I (or most of you) would want to do with any romantic partner because their inner wiring (possibly fully independent of the selling of their sexual company) just balks at the very idea of that gentle closeness.

I’d been talking with the sharp-minded, non-prostitute who was the subject in my diary a couple of entries ago and I could never understand why the victim of so much childhood (non-sexual) abuse at the hand of her father wouldn’t stand, even in her mind, for the idea of being so gently touched.  She likes rough sex, and she likes to get right to the main event with very little warm-up period.  She is newly with a nice-guy boyfriend, and I’ve tried to simulate many of the upcoming impulses she’ll have to bolt out of there, but I still hold out hope that she will be wooed to a place of comfort by his no-longer-virginal yet still nice-guy ways.

It wasn’t until recently catching up in-depth with the other Open Diarist, and learning that she has been delving into the wonderful world of prostitution, that I came to understand just what I’m up against in trying to find what is merely the gentle physical touch I desire, from the ranks of prostitutes.  It didn’t take me long to become amazed at the giant similarities between these two young and attractive women long on my OD "friends" list.  Once I cited the other to the first a number of times, she replied:   "this girl IS ME!"  (mostly in terms of how they are wired in their present-day romantic responses to their respective abusive pasts)

It wasn’t until the working prostitute among them said:   """"Oh, your description of that girl’s response to you is so familiar, because I am the same way….talk about fucking me hard against a wall, and I’m all ears. Talk about slowly, gently massaging me, and I want to run away screaming. 🙂 """

… that the light came on for me, further defining just what I’m up against out there.

She adds:  "I haven’t had any customers who were inclined to massage me or anything like that, and I’m not sure how I would respond. Instinct says I would go with it since he’s the one paying so he gets to choose our activities, while making it clear that he didn’t NEED to do it in some attempt to get me "ready" for the main event (I get wet very easily, it actually happens just from the thought of having sex, so I don’t need to be "primed"). But I can definitely say that I would just be waiting for it to finish so we could get on with it."
 

and:  "So yeah, anyway, I really much prefer the men who are already raring to go right when we meet up, and who tell me straight off the bat to get down and suck them, or to lie down, or bend over, or whatever it is they want me to do".

In so many cases, it isn’t as much a case of not wanting to let their guard down as it is a case of a vast number of working prostitutes having been wired by the distant past to steer clear of nice-guy sexual encounters all together.  (*** which, in the realm of prostitutes, is different than mere sexual encounters with nice guys )

So, perhaps it is more a reflection of long-ago experiences and upbringing that women like my favorite prostitute, from back at the start of this diary, and the gentle and soothing subject of my most recent entry (whom I first encountered earlier this month – right off of Craigslist), are able to thrive with (or at least tolerate) my urge to gently massage them.

I’ve already been considerably "loyal" where it comes to working girls.  Among my hurdles is that most young women just don’t last very long out on the cold, mean streets.  I certainly do hold in high regard anyone that I’ve previously seen and shared a mutually beneficial experience with out there.  Now I have even further conviction that I should recognize a great woman when I happen to encounter someone whose internal wiring trends differently and favorably-to-me from the norm for prostitutes.

I know I could experience extremely stimulating personal (and sexual) satisfaction with this OD prostitute I’ve never met just for having her well-developed brain inches from mine as she perhaps straddled me on a couch or chair.  But I’d still be missing soooooooooooo much if not previously successful at inspiring her to a deep state of relaxation at my gentle, massaging touch.

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Which reminds me:

A couple of people have noted recently as to why I don’t endeavor to maybe land a long-term mate from within the ranks of older working girls.   Indeed I wouldn’t discriminate against them for the mere fact that they had done this sort of work, so it isn’t that factor that would trouble me (in the way of a would-be double standard).

I simply have a strong, logical belief that I shouldn’t/couldn’t expect any such thing to prove realistic and to happen without troublesome tangents.  It is a widely popular experience and belief that prostitutes can find some older man who wants to "rescue" them around every corner.  I’d say that nearly all who choose to be "resc

ued" in the near term that way are only playing an easy mark for whatever it is they need immediately.

It seems such a black and white issue for me, that I wouldn’t get romantically involved with a working girl I’d known on the streets.  It has nothing to do with the individual, and I would sure admit that I might be gullible like you might expect to anyone who might unleash the full of her feminine wiles toward that end.

I still feel as though I’m a step above where I would be if I were the sort of guy who could easily be tricked by the sob story of an attractive woman.  Luckily such pitfalls don’t introduce themselves to my path and tempt me very often.