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Neptune wrote:No. but when my boobs are reaching my knees, who knows?

Shum wrote:shit I thought Neptune was a guy as well, feel quite bad for writing out that you were a lesbian lol.

nowaysj wrote:I am a man, trapped inside of a man's body. Makes for awkward situations.

nowaysj wrote:I am a man, trapped inside of a man's body. Makes for awkward situations.

gwa wrote:emotionaless sex innit. a one night stand is practically the same.

ruckus49 wrote:

gwa wrote:emotionaless sex innit. a one night stand is practically the same.

not at all

gwa wrote:emotionaless sex innit. a one night stand is practically the same.

firky wrote:

gwa wrote:emotionaless sex innit. a one night stand is practically the same.

If you ever have a one night stand you'll know why this statement is shite.

scattybeanhead wrote:no. if you have to pay for sex then you've failed in life. if you can't earn it like regular people then you don't deserve it!

I've had sex with a professional four times – all of the times were with the same girl. I worked hard in school to get into a top university. There I met a girl and fell madly in love with her – she was two years ahead of me. I worked like a demon so I could set up a life with her. Within a week of graduating and leaving all my friends behind, I found out she had been cheating on me with her boss.

She told me her boss was better in bed than I was – I never got over that, I think. In the eight years since graduation I've met a number of attractive, intelligent women who seem to have liked me. The university pedigree and large salaries helped, I'm sure. But I figured I'd disappoint in bed so I never pursued them. Over the years I got very used to being alone – thought I had made my peace with it.

But last year some friends dragged me to a strip club for the first time. It was fun at first – beautiful, friendly women who paid so much attention to me. It did wonders for my confidence.

And then I met this girl. She's 24, blond and exquisite – so beautiful it hurts me to look at her sometimes. She discusses philosophy, science, music, literature with effortless ease. Every time I talk to her she surprises me with her insight.

I spend £3,000 a night to see her – I used to have a great job. I quit recently and started my own company, which is also doing well – but the cash adds up. Every time I see her I think it'll be the last time but nothing I do gets her out of my head. She thinks I'm a nice guy but I'm just a client to her – to me, she's everything I've ever wanted or could want in another person.

My friends and family keep trying to set me up – women hand me their numbers at bars – but they fail so miserably in comparison with her.

I guess it will never work out, but I can't think of anyone else I would rather be with.

Lichee wrote: Read this: http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2011/ ... ts-stories

I've had sex with a professional four times – all of the times were with the same girl. I worked hard in school to get into a top university. There I met a girl and fell madly in love with her – she was two years ahead of me. I worked like a demon so I could set up a life with her. Within a week of graduating and leaving all my friends behind, I found out she had been cheating on me with her boss.

She told me her boss was better in bed than I was – I never got over that, I think. In the eight years since graduation I've met a number of attractive, intelligent women who seem to have liked me. The university pedigree and large salaries helped, I'm sure. But I figured I'd disappoint in bed so I never pursued them. Over the years I got very used to being alone – thought I had made my peace with it.

But last year some friends dragged me to a strip club for the first time. It was fun at first – beautiful, friendly women who paid so much attention to me. It did wonders for my confidence.

And then I met this girl. She's 24, blond and exquisite – so beautiful it hurts me to look at her sometimes. She discusses philosophy, science, music, literature with effortless ease. Every time I talk to her she surprises me with her insight.

I spend £3,000 a night to see her – I used to have a great job. I quit recently and started my own company, which is also doing well – but the cash adds up. Every time I see her I think it'll be the last time but nothing I do gets her out of my head. She thinks I'm a nice guy but I'm just a client to her – to me, she's everything I've ever wanted or could want in another person.

My friends and family keep trying to set me up – women hand me their numbers at bars – but they fail so miserably in comparison with her.

I guess it will never work out, but I can't think of anyone else I would rather be with.