One afternoon the Angel floated down and slipped into the head of a young man in his thirties. She was drawn to him because of his sexual fear. She had felt it from a great distance.
The fright in this man was extraordinary. He wore a jacket and a tie and a look that said successful, yet he’d lost all his self-assurance; he was so scared he’d gotten preverbal.
The room he was in was air-conditioned, and yet his forehead was sweat-soaked. He was much too young for a heart attack, but he looked as though he might have one. One glance at his crucifix and wedding band explained it.
He was trembling in front of a sex-working woman in pants-shitting terror of God.
The woman was friendly and smiling, but the Angel was what truly unwound him. She caressed his mind and sent energy streaming down powerfully into his penis. Then he found his voice and explained to the woman that he wanted her to suck him. And oh, he wanted it bad….
He wanted it so badly that he was doing something almost unbearable for him. He was morally fleeing his religion. According to what he’d been taught since First Communion, when he was barely more than a tot, he was committing a terrible wrong. He was offending the Holy Trinity, the Mother of God, and the Sacrament of Marriage. He was failing his wife, the whole Family.
He had to.
“I haven’t had a blowjob in eight years,” he sighed.
The Angel wondered why, but then she realized: He’s been married for that long. His wife was “a good Catholic girl.” There was nary a blow, and never would be.
Dear Goddess, the Angel moaned. I don’t get it. She had helped many women—those open to her—to adore their lover’s penis. To consider the come of their man something sacred.
It was his deep-down bodily nectar, the beautiful juice he gave her, the joy she was determined to pull from his body with the seeking, sucking, bottomless passion that powered her worshipful mouth.
To thirstily swallow every spurt. To lick up every last drop. To know Love’s holy communion.
The Erotic Angel taught women to blissfully taste and smell their man’s come, way back in their throats, in the tender hours that followed.
The Angel couldn’t believe there are people, in the sanctified bonding of marriage, who don’t know that beautiful physical love, for all of their wedded lives.
To be so cheated makes cheating.
The Catholic man paid the woman and left with a grateful satisfaction, to trudge to his wife and his church and Confession.
The Angel floated on up and away with a sad smile gracing her face.

I wish to thank the New York Times for its April 19th printing of the details of the dispute between the Columbian escort and the American client involved. I am particularly grateful for the printing of the details of her recourse to the Colombian police for support—and the fact that they did indeed help her.

The reliance of this foreign escort on the police for help sheds light on the fact that here in the States, no such recourse for sex workers exists. Sex workers here are persecuted, sometimes abused, and never helped by the police. Such flagrant violation of their human rights is the one great ugly fact that discredits the cause of the anti-prostitution camp, and it always will, period.

Thank you again for illuminating that truth.

A trafficker of minors would be very hard-put to pull that off. The minors he’s trafficking would have to come up with all that I.D. A credit card in particular would be hard for a minor to produce, and in many cases, the same for a license.

Although some sex workers might be put off by the exposure this method creates, Eros.com will most likely never come under fire by AG’s or anti-trafficking groups, because of its I.D. proofing policy. Therefore, Eros.com is likely to never shut down as Craigslist adult services did, and as Backpage adult services might. Sex workers should consider that, and rally to have Backpage start proofing I.D.’s. Village Voice Media (Backpage) does absolutely no such thing currently.

Having Village Voice Media (Backpage) adopt that proofing policy would be better than switching to Eros, because Eros charges so much more for the ads.

To end the constant attacks of anti-trafficking groups, Village Voice Media (Backpage) should adopt this proofing policy. I have written VVM about this, and have gotten no response.

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Before the Craigslist Adult Services section existed, independent escorts posted their ads on adult sites or in print media sources that never attracted the interest of minors. In other words, they posted their ads in places where kids were not likely to be looking for toys or bikes, and where soccer moms weren’t looking for washing machines or childcare.

Those sites and print sources were safer for escorts, because only adult males read them. No one was outraged by kids or soccer moms blundering into the ads while looking for things to buy, because unlike at Cragislist, that wasn’t going on, so the cops weren’t told to sting escorts.

So now things are returning to normal. The adult stuff will be separate from the kids stuff, as it should be, and far fewer escorts will be arrested (victimized) by communities out to get them because attorney generals say to.

And the men seeking escorts are finding them, wherever they’re posting now. That’s the perfect beauty of that business: the customers are needy and loyal, and will ALWAYS find the providers, no matter what, as long as the providers are posting somewhere.

Indeed, that process is flourishing right now, even as I write this.