Unlike many super-positive and cloudlessly-arousing stories that you read on this site, my story is sad. It has a happy ending, though – but not the one that you might have expected.

I originate from Croatia. I slept with one guy for money in my 18. I don’t know how but my parents discovered it in several weeks and expelled me from home after a large fight. They told me that I could go anywhere but returning home. Thus, I was thrown out on the street in the midst of a winter nearly without money, only having received two large bags of my belongings from my parents (I’ve heard years later that since then, they never entered my room and even nailed the door to it with timber boards so nobody could even enter there – as if expelling the memory about me from their minds and hearts physically).

The first night I spent in a local hostel – as I had only about 20 dollars on hands, I paid for this night with a blowjob to the guy in the hostel so he let me stay. For another night, we agreed on 1 regular sex (although he wanted two). (From my current position of top escort Istanbul girl, which earns tens of thousands of dollars each month, two sexual acts to a guy would cost today much more – and he’d pay me, not gained, as back then.)

How many men’s dicks escort girls could accommodate in their bodies? That’s exactly the question that was roaming in the head of y 22-year old Anjem, a guy from Istanbul. He was working late, usually having 2 shifts on his shitty work as a teller at a gas station to earn money for a living. However, he always strived to get some free money in a pocket to have the ability to spend several nights a month with his pals in nightclubs of the city. He got dressed in fine clothes to look wealthier, coming to such places, to pass face control. He had 5 or 6 regular friends, being on approximately the same social ladder, who shared his vision of life and usually formed a nice company for Anjem.