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Bob, 40 years old, the returning client:

This pastime really sucks in as alcohol or drugs. Here is my story… I was coming home after a party, well drunk trying to catch the taxi. An aged woman came to me and asked if I was looking for adventures. Being curious I followed the night lady downstairs where she offered me a blond escort with huge breast. I was so drunk I was hardly understanding what is going on.

In two months time I felt myself a pro in escorts selection. While the relations with the wife were nowhere to be better. Boring and monotonous our sexual life never was. We are both lacking inferiority complexes, and we think that anything is possible in the matrimonial bed as long as both want it. But still I want something new all the time, something I have not felt or experienced yet. And you never know in advance with escorts. This feeling of uncertainty drove me crazy. Merely a thought of something new would make me nuts. I did not care for what kind of woman would escort me, what was really important is that she would be unfamiliar to me. As time went on my knowledge grew. Now I constantly date three escorts whose services quite satisfy me. And one thing I noticed was that while staying in the company of an escort I would never think about my wife. While I am in the bed with my wife I would never think about courtesans. However I would warn newbies: If sex occurs with escorts it will disappoint you. Call girls are only thinking about one thing: how to get the money faster. While sex if it takes place is only a tiny part of this ceremonial, while I am attracted by the ceremonial itself.

Frankly speaking a I am bit frightened by this sexual possession. I tried to do away with it but always failed. I am repeating to myself every day: This is the last time, but the next day same thing happens. And that is going on and on. But one day this senseless race should be over, and I only bothering about one thing: my wife learns nothing about my possession.