>>29691658
I feel for you, mate.
I also have a regret about which I think every time I'm single and horny: having cancelled - I ran from it like a proper fucking bitch - fucking brit pornstar Rebecca More. I knew of her by a uni friend of mine who was a huge fan of hers. Once I asked him about his favourite pornstars and he named RM. Who t f is that? He showed me.
You know, he said, you can fuck her if you're willing to pay?
You serious? How much?
That I do not know. But you can get the info here (it was a fancy escort website).
Fast forward 2 or 3 weeks.
She crosses my mind and I decide to rummage through that now defunct escort site. She just ticked every box of mine: big tits, pierced tits, loves high heels, quite classy-looking, knowledgeable about fucking, and a dirty mouth.
I kid you not. I'm looking at the contact page for over 15 straight minutes. Then I decide to go for it.
Knowing fuck all about it, I ask a legion of questions.
They answer a mere 2 hours after.
Price of *going out* with Rebecca More and having some fun *later*? 3 thousand quid.
I go for it. They decide every thing. Location, and so on.
That same day the escort people call me and say I'm gonba have a chat with Rebecca. To acquaint ourselves.
We chat. She tells all we're gonna and are allowed to do.
I can do see is kind of thankful that I'm not some fat fart with money and a liking for foul-mouthed blondes.

Fast forward 5 hours. I'm supposed to meet her after having been picked up by a driver set by the agency.
Good.
The car is on the way, I'm told by the agency and then by the driver.
Out of bloody fucking nowhere I start to be mind fucked by the notion of paying for sex, of adding such a 'feat' to my sex resumé. All kinds of questions hit me: what if I'm blackmailed? What do you if something odd occurs and I'm forced to out myself as someone who paid for sex.
I phone the escort biz. I want to cancel everything. The deposit is ours, sir. 800£ down the drain.
I should've fucked her.