The hobby:

My grand introduction to the hobby was at a very young age.
It was a summer of discovery, lust, passion ..,and heartbreak !
I met my first girlfriend and dated her for several months .. Right up until the day that she dumped me for a guy that was a few years older than me. I could say that even though we never made it past 2nd base... The hunger, and lust was instilled deep within me. We made out everyday on a regular basis. I managed to explore her young body with my hands.. But never went further than inserting a finger inside her pussy with her still wearing her pants. I was curious to see a vagina with my own eyes.. And wasn't willing to wait until another girl came along.
One day while looking for a summer job in my local paper.. I noticed a section titled 'escortes' , with headings like 'belle cochonne' , and 'femme chaude'.
I then saw an ad with the same first digits as my parents home phone number... I was tempted to call... 
One evening after doing some things I'm not proud of today, I was a little 'under the influence'.. And feeling horny.
I thought about the ad I had memorized.. And wondered what exactly an escorte is..( even though I had a pretty good idea )
As a 16 year old, I heard storys about oral sex.. Doggystyle.. And how good a wet vagina could feel.
Not willing to let lifes progression dictate my natural discovery, I decided to take matters in my own hand.
I went to a phone booth and called the 'california blonde'.....
Jennifer..? Yes Sweety thAt's me, what can I do for you..?
Well, .. I'm kind of new at this.... But I'm calling to see what kind of services you offer.
I offer either a blowjob at 50$, a complete at 100$, or a sensual massage with a happy ending at 80$... I'm located a block from the Kentucky fried chicken...
Wow, that's a block from my place..?
Great, just call me when your ready.. Around half an hour in advance, and I'll make sure to wear something special for you.
......
I hung up the phone.., went home, and took a long shower.
I put on my nicest clothes, And made my way towards the kentucky .
When I got there I spent over an hour going up to the phone booth, picking up the phone.., and panicking !..?lol.
When I built up the nerve to call and get her appartment number... I did the same thing once I was at the appartment door...!
This part I remember like it was yesterday .!.. At 3:02 am, I got buzzed in... And walked up to appartment 302.( funny coincidence )
.....I was about to knock on the door, when suddenly it opened to reveal a very pretty 30 year old blonde.. 
Smiling right at me.... Come on in Sweety she said...
I was so nervous my palms were sweating. This woman was stunning in my eyes....! She was a tanned California blonde, just like the ad said... Wearing a red baby doll.. 
Open toe slip on high heels.... She smelled like a very faint breeze of summer wind through a garden.. And wouldn't stop smiling and looking me right in the eyes.!
She asked me how old I was, and I immediately responded.. 18.
You sure Hun ?,Of course I replied with a teenagers confidence.
She giggled, and said sure I believe you.. Don't worry.
So seeing as how your 18, your old enough to smoke..? 
Why don't we sit down on my couch and get aquainted..?
Ohhkay...she took me by the hand , and brought me into her living room. Within a few minutes I couldn't help but notice an overwhelming scent... One of my favourites at that time.( Might I add.! ) The distinct odour of Quebec pink freeze.. Outdoor harvest.. Oh' .. That's what you meAnt by smoke.?
Of course silly, she said while passing me a cigarette size joint.
We both laughed and took puffs of her 'orgasm intensify'er as she liked to call it.
When the joint was done, she once again took me by the hand .. And brought me into her dimmly lit bedroom.
The decor was simple, yet tasteful. With pictures of Marilyn Monroe.. And James dean on her walls.
Her bed was large and had many pillows ... It looked very comfortable.
"why don't you sit... Take off your clothes... And I'll be back before you blink an eye"...  
As soon as she sAid that, my fears, and worries were overcome by the sudden rush of blood causing a tent to form at the crotch of my jeans..!
I couldn't believe it..! Here I was with a beautiful blonde babe..
In her bedroom.... And she was asking me to get undressed.!
Could it really be so simple, I pondered..?
This was the moment that I forgot about my summer crush, 
The moment I realized that my hunger and lust.. Outweighed my yearning to love and be loved, by a woman....
The moment I was introduced to the most taboo, and controversial 'sport' of sorts......
The moment I was introduced to the hobby....

Years later I look back at that particular moment... And I understand why Today I tell people just getting into the hobby
That ....'a rich mans sport, is a poor mans debt.',
 and once you try this hobby.
.'a poor man could spend.. What a rich can't afford'..!
 

Being bored during the holidays., I decided to write a chapter in my imaginary book.. 
A recollection of my experiences in hobbyland. This opening chapter is about my introduction and my first encounter with a callgirl at a ripe young age.
Please excuse the various references to explicit adult behaviour.. And themes.
My memoires are for a mature audience, and I recommend that you be of legal age to continue on this journey of sex, drugs, and Montreal...

Open at your own risk