Having sex with the guy who would later ‘adopt’ me [FM]

I know that sounds weird, but stick with me!

A couple of notes before I start

• This all started after I turned 18

• You can’t legally adopt an adult in the UK so it’s about as unofficial as it can be but he fulfills every parental role in my life

• I am not reminiscing about my time fucking him because I miss it. It’s over and always will be and life is much better now

Hey! I’m Alisha and I’m 23 years old. I am an orphaned former sex worker who finally has something going for them in life. I got into sex work at 18 and ran with it like crazy in the hope of making as much money as possible. I had nothing else to live for so my mindset was I can get rich through this or someone can murder me. Either way I win!

I had been in the game for about 6 months when I was on a date with a client and met another guy at the bar called Robert. He was 44 at the time and was feeling a bit down about himself but had never used the services of a sex worker before. We had a mild flirt at the bar because he presumed correctly that the guy I was with was employing me and I gave him my number in case he ever felt like letting off some steam.

He got in touch with me a couple of weeks later and we met up and the rest is history. We went out a couple of times before having sex because he wasn’t sure at first if he just wanted companionship but in the end he expressed an interest in sex and we started a mutually beneficial relationship. He was very loose with his money which we like in that business. Most of the time he wanted it to be romantic and passionate but because I wanted as much money as I could get I would often push for new experiences which put the price up. Like why cum *here* all the time when you can cum *here* instead. That will be £50 more though, sorry!

Our relationship went from strength to strength, probably in a way that would be worrying for someone with much more experience in the business than me. I was chasing money but also enjoying my time with him and when sex wasn’t on his mind we would hang out and get to know each other. It was just really sweet. He started to seem turned off by the idea of having sex with me and after about 18 months of knowing each other he called an end to it. He went dark on me for a few weeks and then came back to me with another idea. He wanted more for my life than this and he was offering me so much more than we used to have.

He wanted every romantic and sexual part of our relationship to be forgotten about and for me to move in with him, go to university and make something of myself. I don’t know why it was so easy to go along with it. I wasn’t a glass half full person before but I just believed him and within a month I was moving into his house. Even then I thought we might hookup some time but it’s a distant memory for him. He doesn’t even like joking about it. This is the first time in my life I have been a normal person. I go to university doing something I enjoy and go back to a home with someone who cares about me.

On my 22nd birthday he said I was like the daughter he never had. He regrets how our relationship started so I don’t talk to him about it now but I think it’s funny and that’s why I’m here to talk about it. I don’t call him dad, that would just seem weird but he is my guardian in every sense of the word. I don’t know how many people out there have a father figure who has cum on and in their body but it’s an interesting dynamic. Our texting history is hilarious. The further back you scroll the more depraved it gets.

We’re about two years into our new life and it’s a much happier one. I can share some more stories about my time sleeping with him if people are interested or some of the other weird things I did in sex work. I don’t really have an outlet for this but I started reading this sub a while back and I think it would be fun to share.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u3dvdh/having_sex_with_the_guy_who_would_later_adopt_me