Many, many, years ago I fell for a working girl. I paid off her debts like a mug, and she quit "sex work" and got a real job. We both agreed we wanted to be "exclusive".
She was probably one of the most beautiful women I've ever had sex with, and was smart, funny - I introduced her to me mum! ("we met online"...!)
We lived together and dated quite happily for 12 months... and then I discovered she's gone back to sex work ("just a couple of times, with an old client - they money was too good to pass up!")
Broke my heart really, so kicked her out and lived like a monk for about 6 months after that.
Since then, I have had a few "FWB" type relationships. The girls have typically been great in bed, but absolutely bonkers. Not dating material, even if they weren't hookers!
One young African lady used to text me late almost every Friday night, asking if I could come 'round and give her a seeing too. Usually I was happy to oblige! No payment requested, she just seemed to develop a routine of getting a bit drink, and then texting me for a booty call. Was great for my ego! The sex was pretty vanilla, but she was pretty and it was free, so I wasn't complaining. This went on for a good few months before dwindling out...
Most memorable was Laura. She was I think Bulgarian but her English was quite fluent. She did sex work as a side gig, had an office job most of the time - did outcalls only. Booked her a couple of times, and we clicked quite well. I was in my mid 30s, she was mid 20s I would guess. Long, dark hair, pale skin, intense brown eyes and a gym fit spinner body. Very naughty smile!
A few months after the last time I'd seen Laura, I got a garbled text off her on my punting phone. My phone was on as I'd been trying to organise an outcall for the evening with someone else, but I'd basically been stood up. This was about 11pm on a Saturday, and I was about to give up and go to bed, but I gave Laura a call to see if it was just a "butt text" or if she was in trouble (saviour on a white horse that I am). Anyway, conversation went something like:
Me: Hi, you alright love?
Her: Oh! I'm fine.
Me: Ok, just wanted to check after that text...
Her: What are you doing at the moment?
Me: Uhh, I was about to get into bed actually... why?
Her: Can I come and join you?
Me: Uh, sure?
Anyway, I figured "score, at least I have an outcall now". Laura came over, we ended up chatting and drinking wine (well, pretty much all of my booze...!)
Conscious of the time, I said I was enjoying our chat, but that we should move to the bedroom. Laura exclaimed "Oh, this isn't on the meter honey"...
Anyway, we fucked and fell asleep. Then woke up in the morning and fucked again. Had breakfast. Then fucked again. Then ordered in lunch. Had more sex. etc.
The more I fucked her, the more she wanted. Highlight was doing reverse cowgirl anal. (During my previous PAID FOR bookings, she'd always said she didn't do anal!)
She finally left Monday morning, refused any payment (although she'd pretty much eaten and drunk me out of house and home, so...!)
I can honestly say it was one of the most marathon/draining sessions I've ever had (apart from my first gf anyway).
I don't believe she works anymore, and the number I have for her goes to voicemail.
I think if I had one wish before I died, it would be to have another "butt text" from Laura... even though it would probably kill me now. :-)