Selling Yourself is Easy (Par 1 of 6)

Everything in life is about selling yourself. Work. Love.

Sex.

Sex. You don’t sell sex. You don’t sell tits and ass and suck and fuck. You sell yourself. You sell tiny pieces of yourself and you lose hang-ups about everything under the sun.

The first time I sold myself was for a hundred bucks that I desperately needed. I needed it so badly that suddenly whoring and prostitution and fucking and sucking seemed easier than breathing.

The first time I sold myself it was to a close friend of mine who wasn’t “giving me money for sex” he was “helping me out.” I’d had him inside me before. He’d had it for free and was willing to pay for it this time. He had a little dick and condoms were his God.

I didn’t come.

I didn’t have to.