My first punt was in January 2014. I did it because I was sexually inhibited and my brother, whose wife had died a year or so previously, had been seeing escorts and had confessed to me. This led the way. I had been puritanically dismissive of his explaining to me how marvellous the girls were, how it wasn't as simple as I thought...
I saw a girl in my home town. I didn't realise escorts kissed: I was that naif. So within a minute of our meeting, with this beautiful virtually naked girl kissing my face off and me finding her pussy wet, we went incredibly quickly into PSE mode.
I left the meet - it was only an hour - more stunned than I'd ever been in my life before. For a couple of days I didn't eat. I kept running the session through in my head - it had been VERY PSE - and I absolutely couldn't believe that what had happened had happened. I sent the girl a text apologising for the hardness of the session, and she was good enough to reply reassuring me that it was fine and she'd had a great time.
So I saw her again and the same thing happened. Pure filth. At the end she gave me a spliff she'd been rolling - we'd smoked one together in the previous session - and it was so strong that when I smoked it at home I almost passed out.
But in our first session she'd allowed me to fuck her bareback. I'd been so overwhelmed by this whole new thing that at the time I'd gone along with it - for the first spooning bout. However, nonplussed as I'd been I sortve knew this was wrong, so insisted on a mac for the rest of the session.
So then I started to do my research, found UKP and SAAFE and my local punters' site. Told the girl that I couldn't see her again because she was still doing BB and did she really think that was a good idea? Got tested: fine.
Then, thanks to UKP and a few kind souls on here, I started to see the Queens of the Scene: firstly Adele and Lily Hart, latterly the phenomenae(?) which are Lindsey and Little Katie and Ellie Rose and Kavita.
In retrospect, I realise that the first session wasn't, really, that special. But at the time it was the most fantastic time I'd ever had sexually. So I'm really grateful to the girl, who's no longer working. She gave me more than a little taste of how much pleasure there is to be had, started to erode my previously moralistic objections to prostitution and initiated me on a journey which has not just been (mostly) incredibly enjoyable, but has also led to me meeting some off-the-scale, extraordinary women. And it's not over yet.
If it had been a bad or medocre experience I probably wouldn't have continued. But to the small-minded, relatively inexperienced guy I was then, it was like discovering a whole new world.