This is about a friend who I have worked with, and known for 4 years now, she has had a way worse life than me and this is her story:
A run away
Far from home.
No where to hide.
No where to go.
Just sit on the streets.
Be friends with prostitutes.
Hired *****: Found in the Hollywood area of Southern Cal and in every
other large city in the US and abroad. Recognized by scanty clothes
and come-hither looks. Expense varies greatly with the quality. The
difference between Hired ***** and Expensive ***** is that...
I let my friend and his friends play with my ***** one cause I was drunk so I dint realize till the next day my vagina was sore it was bloody my nipples hurt when I went out of my room my friend made me give him head then he slapped me and pinched my left nipple hard as he cuold...
I am a prostitute, yes this is true. To sway you and lure you is what I'm expected to do. Men come and go, sometimes twenty a night. Some may be married, and others may not. Some may be kind while others seem cruel, as I risk being raped every night too.
What I do is a living...
I happen to write my stories in poetry form, just because it is easier to explain my emotions
This is about how guys treat me when they pay:
I'm just a girl you got off the street,
The forbidden fruit filled with deceit.
You want a girl that comes with a receipt.
You don't see me...
I dont know if its the rush, the danger, the calls, the money, the want, the need or just stupidity . Because i know with what ive been doing and what i do ive made enough to retire , if i wasnt so niave ! Now i feel tired and empty when im alone i cry no one can stop myself but...
We stand there on the corners
Red lights above are heads
We smile at all the men
Hoping they’ll take us too their beds
People often stare
With shame up their face
We walk along the streets
looking a disgrace
We get into cars with strangers
No idea what they’ll do
So many men and some women have asked me to tell about life of prostitute.
I can tell here anonymously what is it like to be working as prostitute or at least my personal experience of it all over so many years and in different jobs.
Is also depending where I was working...
Between the ages of 16 to 20 I was a male prostitute . I lived a double life. I often pimped myself out on the streets on weekends. No one I associated with during the day knew anything about it. It was exciting, scary, and very very interesting. I will never forget those 4...
I'm 17 years old, and in very bad need of money , i live in a big house but i wana be independent & make 100's of dollars a night , i want a sugar daddy as well , id wat i shud do , is there anyone who knows of a prostitute thing i can get into ? if so please let me kno ASAP !
I was 12 when I first started out as a prostitute....first time I had sex too, come to that....and I had been thinking about it for a few years before that....
Mum was a prostitute and, heck, she always walked it like she talked it. She always told me that she wanted me to...
At 13 i was raped by a boy of 18 . Shortly after was put in foster care bouncing from home to home and then following group home after group home. I saw doctors and was diagnosed with servere depression. When telling them what happened i was told i was lying spent time in a...
I wish I could do this to some of my clients (sorry if its too 'dark' just had enough of it today)
I wish I could say that I feel remorse,
ripping their lives from their fat middle-aged fingers,
but I feel no pity for my wayward clients.
It's like putting down a rabid dog.
If you read my other story you know that I live in Rhode Island and became a ********, from my house to the club I work at it takes thirty minutes to drive there and an hour to walk. I don't have a car and my parents don't know I'm a ******** so getting there is hard, first I...
Walking down the street
She breaks a heel,
But she doesn't feel.
Her body's grown numb
And cold inside,
She sees a man,
She avoids his eyes.
She waits on the corner
The district border,
The red orbs glowing
She has fallen in the depths of no mercy..
like a Man-u fan wearing an Arsenal jersey...
no surprise to her coz this life is just a game
when she does it for money, others do it for fame
well atleast she has one of the oldest occupations
from the book of Genesis to the book...
Being a sex slave my master would let random guys that I don't know **** me and give them a price range for a blow job it will be $10, to **** me in the ***** $20 plus an extra $10 to *** inside me, and $15 to **** me in the ***. At the end if 20 guys **** me that day we end up...
I am more than you think
I'm not stupid, I'm not a junkie
I'm eighteen years old and I know the blues
my mom was an addict, my dad was god knows who
these are the words of a teen prostitute's blues
met a guy as sweet as can be
when I was the tender age of 14
twirled me around...
There is no need for teen prostituation at all infact the police have contact for teen in need for help getting out of this crap.
I admit the help out to the general public could be better but its there.
I first started prostituting myself when I was 12 years old (I had already lost my virginity). When one of my older brothers high school friends who had heard rumors that I had sucked my first **** when I was 9, which was and is true. Asked me one night that if he paid me $5...
todo comenzó en verano yo me quede a vivir con mi tía y mi primo solo durante esa temporada,yo tenia 6 años, el y yo jugábamos mucho en su jardín posterior pero un día yo me porte demasiado malcriado y tiraba las cosas de mi tía, cuando de pronto llego ella y me castigo...
Her plump cherry lips curved into a smile.
Her bleach blond hair hung limp onto her shoulders
and her steal gray eyes stared out into the abyss.
Her tube top was dirty
her skirt was torn
and her stiletto heel was broken.
This was the life she didn't ask for
it wasn't the life...