Confessions of a Wishful Prostitute

Is trading your body for money immoral? I don’t think so. In fact, I find the whole concept to be kind of hot! Let me tell you why.


Our shop provides you with various types of anal beads.

When I first heard the word prostitute, as a little kid, it was mentioned in a movie my parents were watching. I asked my mom what it meant. My mom was a rather guarded and uptight parent, so naturally her response was anal beads .

“A person who does bad things,” she said.
“What kind of bad things?” I persisted.
“BAD things!”

Well, that was helpful. I grew up being told that sex was “the nasty” but I didn’t listen. Even though I didn’t learn what intercourse was until much later, I still dreamed of having steamy hot tub sex with my future husband, whom I imagined looking like my Ken doll. I always instinctively knew there was nothing wrong with anal vibrators.

When I finally did learn about the birds and the bees, which felt to be over-the-hill at the age of 15, I felt that nothing was more symbolically beautiful than two bodies joining together in ecstasy and tenderness. I reserved these special feelings for couples who were married or in love. Over the years my sugary-sweet romantic ideals remained firm, however other bits of realism entered my view of sex and some newfound possibilities intrigued me.

What about sex between two people who are making a trade? Someone’s body for someone’s cash? It may sound absurd to some, it may even cause that familiar sting in your stomach when you’re faced with a anal beads that offends or threatens you, but to me it sounds like a great deal!

I’ve always fancied myself somewhat of a sexual healer. In my daydreams I am a mystical sex goddess who finds men who are feeling blue, down on their luck, or jaded about relationships, and invade their vulnerable psyche, mend their hearts, and heal their emotional wounds. I accomplish this grand task by way of sexual healing of course. I give them my metaphorical love and they give me a nice plump sum of money. Some of my regulars even send me flowers from time to time. It’s a lovely fantasy.

What is better than two people coming together (pun intended) in a mutually beneficial relationship? I would love to get paid for extending a helping hand to men in need. Making them feel appreciated and wanted (I’m convinced men have these emotional needs, not just solely women) while using my sexual prowess to focus on each and every inch of their bodies, driving them up the walls with pleasure would be sinfully sweet. The icing on the cake would be finally paying off those pesky credit cards.

Of course the harsh realities of street prostitution can be demeaning, soul stripping, and even life threatening. There are men who are not exactly Prince Charming who get their rocks off by taking their aggression out on you, and that is not cool. I prefer the high scale escort services I’ve heard about that go to great lengths to scan and interview each and every client to ensure a safe and respectful business transaction. A high class hooker is what I would be, oh yes.

I believe the world becomes a much happier and healthier place the more sex people have, and if some of that sex is bought and paid for then so be it. If everyone just let go of their brainwashed misgivings about human sexuality and simply let themselves feel good with no shame or remorse, some great things could happen. Wars could end, famine could cease, and all prejudices could fade. Well, perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself just a tad.

The fact is that when we strip ourselves of our petty issues and focus on taking care of ourselves, body, mind and spirit, we are able to spread more love out into the world, which produces a healing effect on one another and on the planet. Then silly hot button issues that would have made people so angry before wouldn’t make such an impact anymore. Think about it.