I [F] have a year long obsession with being a prostitute and almost made it happen. [MF]

Sorry a head of time for my jumbled sentences, writing from a very emotional place.

It was just for my own curiosity that took me to this. I came from a good home, my uncle willed us his estates which the family collects cash flow from between my mom, dad, and my younger brother and I and I don’t really have to work a day in my life if I chose not to just so you guys understand that I its not out rough financial times or saving up for my future that prostitution is on my mind.

It was a comment from a friend that snowballed into a year long obsession. I made modelling income for the last 5 years since I was 14 and started to get tired of the scene after my breakup with my Ex who didn’t hesitate to help with my prostitution fetish if you can even call it that.

(The comment was from a friend who said something on the lines of, “Imagine the look on one of those guy’s faces if they saw you working down in ********** Street.” The context was that we were watching from the van parked a block away from where a girl was talking to someone in the car and he drove off yelling “You are not worth fifty dollars ugly bitch!”, leaving the girl angry and bitching loudly.)

I don’t know why it made me curious, I don’t know why I started watching porn with this scenario played out. I don’t know why I could only orgasm from then on when I was thinking about something related to being fucked for small amounts of money and being degraded. (Omg that last sentence …degraded…yeah basically I just made a realization as I typed that)

I guess I should talk about the weird things I have done to feed my obsession. I basically for the last four months have been posting photos of myself without my face in the shot and posting fake arrangements online…I know I am one messed up person but I knew that I would never actually meet these men. But what they wanted to do to me and what they said about my body I was secretly getting high on doing this every single night.

I stayed in contact with a married man and a single divorced retired man for 3 months sending photos and they are the only two to get full images of me with my face and I feel like they are obsessed with me as much as I am obsessed to this dangerous game I am playing.

To make matters worse I got sloppy with deleting messages and my then boyfriend found out about it and broke up with me that night, he calls me checking on me because I guess he is worried about me and I love him still. He understood my fetish up until he found out it reached outside of fantasy and into real life. I kept myself busy with modeling gigs and friends so that I would be to busy to hold conversations with these men.

I have driven past that area of my town at least once a week as if daring myself to get out. This is what led me to what happened last Sunday I was planning just to talk to a few of the men and see their reaction of me I was going to open my jacket and show them my body and that was it. I had walked past the tunnel 4 times and I guess the girls working there got suspicious and started asking me questions. I just told them I was waiting for a friend.

They didn’t buy it and grabbed me and through the shoving my jacket opened up and they saw I was wearing just a bra and thong under. They pulled me by my arms across the street and around the corner and one of the girls was on the phone. Sometime later I met their their boss and he dismissed the girls and had me walk with him a few blocks along the side of the ramp.

He opened my jacket and I closed it backing up. He asked me a dozen questions and I remember not knowing how to respond to a single one and staring at the stubble on his face ignore his leering. He was patient I think because he waited at least long enough for me to apologize and excuse myself. He caught up to me and held me in place and took a few photos of me and forced me to take off my jacket. I tried to explain to him that I was at a modeling shoot near by and convinced him to let me go.

I took off without my jacket 3 blocks back to my car and I remember ignoring the comments on the way there. Drove to my Ex’s and snuck up to his suite and gave him a raw recount of what just happened to explain my outfit and winded appearance and we had sex the entire evening and night to work off my heightened sexual need. He told me I need some kind of help with this as it might lead me to ruin my life. The problem is even though it got so dangerous. I have never been more curious. I know how fucked up I am just thought it fits to gone wild or if there is gone crazy sub maybe there instead lol.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61al13/i_f_have_a_year_long_obsession_with_being_a