Why I Became An Escort

I write this at the airport returning from my Europe tour slash vacation. I’ve battled with the first version I wrote 3 weeks ago – a grand total of one paragraph and superficially fluffed to make sure I didn’t reveal too much about myself, and the latest version only in need of a decent jetlag-less proofread and possibly a shot of whiskey before I hit post. You see, when it was requested that I write a blog on why I became an escort, I assumed it would be a simple task, but I’ve realized, to write it, I must bare all – pun intended. So with vulnerability, I offer more of myself to you in order for you to greatly understand why I do what I do – and love it.

My mother first caught me masturbating when I was 7 years old; I remember the horror on her face. From that moment on, my sex drive seemed to snowball, picking up speed from year to year until I realised it was sex sitting heavily at the core of me, to be intertwined with another human, skin on skin, it is my absolute bliss. I adore it. I need it. I crave it. Is making love not the finest gift on earth? But to say that my sex drive is the force behind my career is but a terrible cliché and ignorant mislead. Those reading this are most probably a sex worker or clients of sex workers, so you are already the well informed and know it’s not merely the physicality of sex we sell.

I am obsessed with sex, humans, and physical communication.

At the ripe old age of 14 years, I told myself I wanted to be an escort and it was all but decided. Although it took me many, many years later to finally take the plunge. I think I must have watched something to influence me slightly, a movie perhaps – probably Pretty Woman. I knew without even trying escorting that I would be good at it. My loving, open and warm personality had allowed me to master the art of physical communication already. It was easy really; it’s not about opening your loins, is it? but yet it’s about opening your spirit and letting someone connect with it when you have sex. I became an Escort because I am bursting at the seams with love to give, passion to smother people in and lives to enrich.

I believe we have a human right to experience intimacy.

I’m attracted to humans. Any human, kiss me in the right way, with your hands running through my hair, and I’m instantly turned on. I revel in the bliss of sex and sexual intimacy. It helps us to connect, to release stress, to feel grounded, to feel free and euphoric – my business mission statement is very simple…whoever you are, aren’t we all entitled to enjoy that?

So what does this mean? I packaged what I had inside me and saw that escorting was the one industry where what I had to give would flourish and my needs satisfied. Contemplate this My Lovers, I find my job so fulfilling, I need escorting in my life as much as you do. And as long as humans need intimacy, the sale of sex isn’t going anywhere.

I believe we have a human right to experience intimacy.

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I have oodles of affection to give (and an insatiable sexual appetite)

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Voila! Harper Jones the Escort.

Kisses,

Harper

Harper Jones