I Have Sex With Men for Pay While My Kids Are at School
By: Mysterious Witt
Tags: Work, Family, Society, Parenting, Sexuality

I Have Sex With Men for Pay While My Kids Are at School

Diary of a stay-at-home sex worker.

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6 a.m.: As soon as I wake up, I review any text messages or emails that came through in the night. The early bird catches the worm, right? However, all I’ve caught are 3 a.m. hi/hey/hello messages with no other introduction than “u avail?”

I delete these emails and texts. I’m a businesswoman. I’m only interested in serious inquiries that treat my time like it’s actually worth something.

I ignore men unless I believe they’re willing to give me money. Think I sound mercenary? I’m a mom. I have bills to pay.

Just like a doctor, teacher, lawyer, sanitation worker, receptionist, or therapist, all who want to be paid for their services, so do I.

My services just happen to entail having sex with men for a living.

6:30 a.m.: I might be a prostitute but that doesn’t mean I’m not a good mom. Time to get my kids up for school. I serve breakfast and help them get dressed.

I love my children and that’s why I do the kind of work I do, though I know that surprises a lot of people. Can a prostitute be a good mother? Yes. That’s exactly why I do this job.

I’m a single mom who receives little financial help from my children’s father. Therefore, I need an occupation that affords me the lifestyle that my kids deserve.

Because of sex work, I can still pay the mortgage on my house in the nice neighborhood where we live and keep my kids in the good public elementary school they attend.

Yes, I have sex with men for a living — but I keep my job separate from my family life.

8:30 a.m.: Now that my eight and ten-year-old are safe at school I can turn on my job-related lines. One line receives calls and texts from my escort website and the other is my paid phone-sex line.

I don’t have a real-time appointment until noon, so I’ll try to make a little money doing phone sex before then.

8:45 a.m.: A call comes through on my phone-sex line just as I’m pulling up to the cafe where I buy a coffee every morning. I’ve talked to this guy before. He loves to chat about me sucking his cock. He climaxes over the phone then sends me a tip.

The morning is starting on a good note. I’ll make money today.

9 a.m.: The baristas greet me by name. Ahem, my real name, not my stage name, though I always wonder what they’d think if they knew what I actually do for a living.

Do I look like a prostitute? Right now I look like your regular stay-at-home mom in my yoga pants and sweatshirt, my hair in a top knot, and my glasses on.

I look like a mom who’s gotten up early to get her kids to school. This is who I am, too.

It’s just I’m also a whore.

9:30 a.m.: As I pull into my driveway, I receive a call from one of my regulars, Darrel. He’s in the area. I hate it when my clients do this.

I don’t like last-minute inquiries for sessions. It’s disrespectful of my schedule. I don’t appreciate it when a client expects me to drop everything to accommodate him.

But I assent to the meeting. Darrel is a good client — meaning he’s safe, clean, pays my full rate, and is in and out quick.

Pun intended.

I haven’t showered yet, so luckily, he prefers me “fragrant.” He’s into face-sitting but likes me unwashed.

Still, I need a couple of minutes to clean up before I can let him in.

My kids’ breakfast dishes are still out. I need to make sure none of their other things are laying around: homework or stray Legos.

Oh, but you think I’m a bad mom for inviting men for paid sex to the house where I live with my children? I never meet with my clients when my kids are home.

Also, I only allow this for my regular, trusted clients. They like the safety and cleanliness of meeting me in my home and this also keeps the amount of driving I have to do down.

Because I don’t have to pay for a hotel room, I don’t have extra expenses. That’s good for my kids. I do this to provide for them, after all.

10:15 a.m.: I was right — Darrel finished quickly. The session lasted just a half-hour even though he paid me for the hour. I sat on his face while I finished my morning coffee. Then we had sex.

Easy-peasy. I love my life.

10:30 a.m.: I shower post-session, making sure to carefully wash my vagina with soap. I wash my ass and thighs, too. I need to ensure that no scents from Darrel are left on my skin for my next session.

He sweated a lot as I sat on his face. I might be a prostitute, but my clients want to feel like they’re the only man I see.

Noon: Bill, my noon appointment, is always very excited when he shows up. As soon as I let him in the door, he plops down on my couch and unzips his pants.

“Oh, I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for weeks,” he says. “Suck my cock.”

He’s been my client for a couple of years. He’s a lawyer who’s married to another lawyer. He loves his wife but they just don’t have sex enough for Bill’s taste. He simply wants more. That’s why he sees me.

I give him a blowjob on the couch, then we move to my bedroom. We start with doggy-style and Bill finishes with missionary.

He leaves happy. I’m happy, too. I’m making money today.

2 p.m.: For this reason, I’m not stressed when I don’t receive a single email or call for the next couple of hours. No calls on my phone-sex line either.

3 p.m.: Finally, I get a bite from a gentleman I’ve never met before. He’s interested in the “girlfriend experience” and loves having his cock worshipped.

Awesome — I love giving blowjobs.

But as I don’t know him, we’ll have to meet in a hotel. I write back that I’ll need a deposit of 50% of my donation to book the session.

I won’t pencil him in until I receive this deposit. If he sends it, I’ll also know he’s not law enforcement. I can’t ever be too careful.

Unfortunately, my job is still criminalized in most states in this country. Even though the sex I have for pay only occurs between consenting adults, still my job is considered illegal.

And that’s a shame because my job not only pleases my clients but it pleases me, too.

He sends the deposit minutes later — a good sign. I like clients who follow protocol.

I book him for the following week in the hotel where he’ll be staying during his stay in my city.

4 p.m.: I receive another last-minute call from a regular, named Gus. Again, I’m annoyed but it’s money. However, it’s going to be difficult to squeeze him in.

I don’t have to pick up my kids for another hour and a half — still, I’ll probably have to trim Gus’s session short.

He’s into being spanked with a wooden paddle but he also wants a massage and to have sex afterward. It’s an interesting mix. He wants to be tortured and humiliated at the beginning of our session but then have a full-service experience at the end.

4:15 p.m.: We start our session as we always do, with him facedown on my couch, where I spank his bottom with a wooden paddle as hard as I can. For some reason, he loves this.

Twenty minutes in, he turns back over, and I massage his chest with oil. Then I sit on his face and he licks me. Finally, I ride him until he comes. He’s out of my house by five.

5:10 p.m.: I take another quick shower before I go pick up my kids from the childcare center where they do their homework every afternoon after school. I also clean up anything I left out during my sessions, like dildos, lube, or pieces of lacey clothing.

Just like I have to erase all evidence of my children’s existence before I can permit a client into my house, I also have to do this for my kids. They can’t find any sexual paraphernalia laying around.

Once I’m sure the house is completely clean again, I drive to get my kids.

5:30 p.m.: As I drive my children back to our home, my eldest says he wants to set up a play date this weekend with a friend. That’s fine. I don’t work on the weekends so we’ll set the date for Saturday at our house.

Yes, I’ll host a play date for my son in the same house where I meet men to have sex for money. You can think whatever you want about me — that I’m dirty and that I’m somehow hurting my kids by sleeping with men for pay.

I don’t think the sex I have with my clients is a dirty, disgusting act. We’re engaging in the most primal of human experiences. I just happen to charge money for it.

When I’m able to pay my mortgage at the end of the month and buy food for my children, I always feel thankful for my job.

The woman who runs the after-school program shared that my youngest is having some trouble in school, so I make a mental note to invest in extra tutoring for him. Thanks to my job as a sex worker, I can afford this.

6:15 p.m.: As I make dinner, I ensure my phone is turned off. I don’t answer calls or emails when my kids are home.

6:45 p.m.: My kids and I eat dinner.

7:30 p.m.: We watch funny YouTube videos together.

9 p.m.: I put my kids to bed.

10 p.m.: I cuddle into my blankets, ready for sleep. Today is over and tomorrow is a new day.

I’ll do the same thing tomorrow to make money. Not everyone understands my life. That’s okay. They don’t have to. I know why I do what I do. I might be a prostitute but I still love my kids.

You might call me a hooker with a heart of gold.

I call myself a stay-at-home sex worker.