The time when I [F] 19 shagged a schoolmate’s dad [M] 40+

This wasn’t one of my best moments but it was a moment. For a while I’ve know how to use my sexuality. I enjoy the power that comes with it.

Anyway. I went to school with some girl who used to give me grief (I’ll call her Orla) and I used to give it back. Nothing too serious but it was clear we didn’t like each other. But what I hated were the stupid rumours she would start about me. I didn’t go that far because I thought it was stupid and could really hurt someone, but anyway.

Orla started a rumour that I blew one of the teachers at a nightclub (that’s not what happened, I left the club with the friend of a teacher who happened to be there. I was 18. She only knew because it was her uncle).

I went back to his place and we shagged once before he got really tired. Mighty disappointing.

The time I [F] 19 wanked off a married man

I used to volunteer at a camp during the summers for about three weeks since I was 15.

While there I saw a handsome looking man (I won’t describe him in case it ever gets back to someone). For the sake of the story I’ll just call him Tim. He was one of many organisers who also had their child attend.

I was assigned to one of the groups Tim was in charge of and would help with set up, games, food distribution and entertainment.

This meant I got to spend a lot time with Tim and being in charge made me feel like I was one of the adults. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t one of them (the adult organisers had some wine after a day of camp once and I almost poured myself some lol).

I really enjoyed the whole thing and spending time with Tim who I felt like was a friend. I was also in charge of running their Instagram at the time and tagged myself in a post.

I was bored one day when the camp had ended and was going through all the pictures and it hit me to look and see if Tim followed the page.

One time I [F] 19 fucked my married neighbour [M] 42 for revenge

Some people messaged me asking for more stories from my escorting days. I’ll probably post a few as time goes on. During my time as an escort I also became more sexual in general so plenty of crazy things happened (I calmed down a little since). Some of them are funny, others scary and a couple were not my proudest moments. This is one of them.

There was a couple who lived next to us who just weren’t very nice people. At all. On more than one occasion their eldest son would use his fake gun to shoot at the birds and squirrels in our feeders and his parents wouldn’t do anything. Several times they’re had guests over who would park right in front of our house or just enough to block the path (it happened so often that it had to be on purpose probably requested by them). They neighbours would have really loud and late parties outdoors but twice they called the police on us when we were having small gatherings indoors. On both occasions the police said they couldn’t hear noise while come up to our house and neither could any other neighbours (everyone on our road hates them too).

I [F] 19 awkwardly had sex with a former teacher [M] 40+

Last year, a few weeks after turning 18 I decided to give casual escorting a go. I mean really casual. Maybe 5-7 a month if that. I’ve always enjoyed sex but I found there was something really powerful about having someone want me enough to pay.

Anyway, a few months after doing it I started getting a call from someone who went by James Michaels. I was a little put off since they sounded familiar but they were nervous so it was hard to tell. At the same time it got me excited at the thought of someone I knew. For obvious reasons they probably wouldn’t tell anyone.

Eventually “James Michael” was all booked for a meet up at a hotel but cancelled his appointment. Thankfully I always get half in advance so it wasn’t a complete waste.

A week later James Michael called on another number (I blocked his old one). He apologized and paid a bit more in advance for the meet up. So I accepted.

A day later I went to a hotel room really curious to see who it was. The door opened and it almost felt like I was on a TV show having a joke played on me. “James Michaels” was none other than one of my old teachers.