Forbidden fruit tastes best? In my case surely yes. Ever since I can remember the more my parents tried to prevent me from doing something the more I would be ready to break all the rules in order to get it. So was the case with me having sex for the first time won't tell you the age but yes it was pretty early and to be honest I didn't enjoy it as much as I'd expected. So, I thought, I should, perhaps try to change the way I do it, with whom I do it. And the more I would get of it the more were my imagination and curiosity telling me to try this and try that. I suppose this is why I'm a kind of a freak. Today it's of course not my parents creating restrictions (they have long understood it works conversely with me) but somehow you still feel some constraints are there and it's the shivers going down my spine, the enormous thrill of going beyond that I'm after.
One of my friends has become a prostitute. At first I couldn't understand she's so nice and intelligent and everything. At once I even found myself trying to persuade her to quit it. But then the more I got to know about her new life the more I realized there's nothing to feel pity for her: she's well off, doesn't work much, likes her job she's got some really nice customers, she doesn't have a boss I mean all in all I come understand that although there's not much to be proud of, there are number of things most people could envy her. I would even say that most people are much worse prostitutes selling so much more than just their bodies.