There’s A Reason Why I Chose To F**k Men For Money

 me for an hour and f***ed me for an hour. I never met him again. One guy liked cursing while doing doggie style and pulling my hair.“You filthy w***e, you dirty sl*t,” he said while spanking me. He reminded me of what I was doing and he made me question it. I didn’t know then whether to slap him or thank him. That was the limit I went to. Anything more aggressive than that and I would have called it off. Some wanted to do anal, but I refused. I kept my lips and my ass for my husband-to-be. Some liked to watch me masturbate. Some liked to go down on me. Some asked me if I came or not. All sorts of people.

The director still gets his commission, and with it, he’s producing a movie with an A-list star cast which is releasing next year. He has promised me a role in the movie finally, and this time I hope he follows through with it. It’s still surprising to me how much a man with money is willing to pay to have sex with a beautiful woman. I mean it’s just sex after all. I’ll never understand that, but I don’t need to and I don’t want to. I’m getting paid, I get what I want, I’m happy and that’s all that matters.

Recently, my parents have been telling me to get married and settle down. I want to too but cannot seem to find the right guy. And if I stay in this profession, there is little hope I’ll ever find one. I guess I’ll have to quit sometime. I have to. Till then, I’m content doing what I do. For how much more longer, that is the question.

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One crucial thing I learnt in this profession is that money is a bait nobody can ignore for too long. Even NGOs need money to run. If you don’t have the money, you can never do charity either. So craving for money is not a bad thing after all.

Every profession has its pros and cons. I went through things I don’t want to remember.

I’ve seen the dirtiest side of men in this world and it’s truly sick. Every man thinks it’s a man’s world, you’ll be shocked if I tell you stories about that. But in a way I’m glad. Now I can look at a man’s face and tell if he’s a rapist or a nice guy.

And I’m afraid even I don’t have an answer to that. I may be addicted.

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