Memoirs of a Medical School Courtesan

Affirmation of the day. 

2019 and beyond mindset.

i dont mind having my holes fucked

but please dont touch me :/

or try to pleasure me :/

can i just fucken do my job and suck your dick:/

you will never ever make me cum :/

stop asking what i like :/

stop asking how u can make me cum:/

you wont :/

your tongue on my clit makes me want to kill myself :/

you spitting on my pussy doesnt help :/

you’re all disgusting :/

theres a reason why youre paying :/

I’d like to get to a point in which I no longer have to rely on a web-presence and simply have a select few clients that sponsor my lifestyle. This is achievable and I’m working towards it.

Almost every single day of my tour — with the exception of a few busy ones from pre-bookings, multi-hours, and my lazy days — I’ve gone out to freestyle and I have yet to have an unseccessful day.

I think I figured out early on that the clientele I’m aiming for — the type that wouldn’t bat an eye at my rates, and would want to see me for hours on end — are not going to find me on the web because I don’t have a large presence, and because they simply aren’t looking online. They meet people very traditionally.

Freestyling is the way to go, especially if you’re within a large international city that brings in a multitude of people within different industries.

If you’re ever having a slow day or week with bookings from online requests, just simply go out. There will be, at the very least, one client who will see you right away. This is how escorts did their thing back in the day, and I now understand why it was so profitable.

I simply go out to places that interest me — and that will attract the clientele I’m after — and sit myself down (or walk around depending on where I am). At some point, I spark up conversation with someone and allow things to flow. At the end of the conversation, they will either allude to the fact that they want to see me again, ask to see me right away, or will leave if they’re headed elsewhere. If they seem to be in a hurry or in a position in which they aren’t able to see me right away, I hand them my business card and take theirs in exchange. I think it’s already assumed that I’m an escort, but once they access my website they’ll have all of the confirmation they need. And because I was so charming and alluring during out brief encounter, they become enamoured with the idea of seeing me again and getting together. And you know what that translates to? Multi-hour, overnight, or whole day bookings. A win in my books.

Take yourself out from time to time and witness the difference.

I’ll know I’m in love when I google their company and it’s publicly traded and has been performing well in the stock market. I’ll know I’m in love when their networth is so enormous makes me queasy. I’ll know I’m in love when they put a disgustingly large diamond on my finger and never mention the word “pre-nup” in my presence.

I’m not falling in love with any of these clowns, not even for a second until all those things happen.

In my experience, when an SD falls in love things just get more complicated. Their emotions cloud rational thinking, they start rethinking about compensating you for your time because their LOVE is “enough.”

They want to be selfish and control aspects of your life that you hold dearly to you when being alone.

They forget the actual premise of the site and the bullshit they spewed about not wanting an actual relationships becomes true “I could go on Match.com if I wanted that.” 🙄 yet you want me be in an actual relationship with you, live with you, give up school for you and you’re 30+ years older than I am… 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

Girls, hoes, hauxes, spoiled girlfriends, how the fuck do you deal with this?