Hi there, it’s Mysterious Witt again—your girl-next-door sex worker trying to make an honest living as the pandemic surges on. But guess what? I’m scheduled to get a vaccination next week. Why? Because I also work in education as a tutor.
Yeah—I help kids write their essays. Think it’s nuts that a woman who does sex work might also have a job helping kids become better students? This just points to the stigma that sex workers face every day.
We’re looked down on, stereotyped, and reviled. Not only do people think we’re all stupid but that we shouldn’t work anywhere near children, lest we contaminate them with our disgusting, immoral natures.
This reminds me of an essay I wrote a while back detailing my experience as a kindergarten art teacher in the afternoons while also doing sex work in the mornings:
I Was a Kindergarten Art Teacher Who Moonlighted as a Sex Worker.
My subtitle says it all: “Being a sex worker didn’t make me unfit to teach children art.”
In this essay, I write:
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not advocating that I should have been allowed to be open and vocal about my job as a sex worker while teaching kindergartners art. On the contrary — it was my top priority to ensure that these two jobs never overlapped.
Still, I had a private life away from school. What difference did it make what I did when I was off-campus? So I offered escort services to men and couples when I wasn’t at school — so what?
It’s a great essay. I recommend you give it a gander.
Photo by Anna Shvets.
I’m also continuing to unearth great essays from a year ago that are no longer being distributed on Medium. Here’s one of my favorites: What’s Your Orgasm Style?
In this piece, I examine how not all men climax the same way. What do you think? I’d love to hear more about your own orgasm style. Please feel free to comment in the response section at the end of the piece.
You may also private message me on my Ko-Fi page, but do understand that my time is precious. Please don’t message me unless you’ve bought me a hot, frothy coffee that I can let luxuriate on my tongue before I drink it down. Mmmmmm.
On that note, let’s get started with my piece about the different orgasm styles I’ve witnessed as an escort.
As an escort, a big part of my job is facilitating the male orgasm. In other words, I help men come.
I don’t just help them come — I make them come.
I lead them to orgasm with the help of my vagina, my ass, my mouth, or my hands.
As such, I’m literally there when this extremely intimate event occurs, and I’ve witnessed a myriad of orgasm styles.
Each man has his own special way of coming, and yet there are similarities.
Below I’ve listed six of the most memorable orgasm styles I’ve witnessed in men as an escort.
1. The silent, invisible orgasm.
I call this kind of orgasm the silent, invisible orgasm. That’s because it’s just that. A man and I are having sex when he suddenly halts, leaving me to wonder.
“Did you just come?” I ask.
Because I wouldn’t know if he didn’t tell me.
Yes, he came, but he did so silently, almost invisibly that I almost missed it.
The man who climaxes this way doesn’t even moan when he comes. His body doesn’t shudder. His thrusts don’t increase in speed or intensity. He simply stops, and his body goes limp. That’s when I know he’s done.
Of course, it’s easier to determine when this man has achieved climax when he comes in my mouth.
Then there’s no question as to whether he’s come or not. My mouth is full of him.
2. The vocally strident orgasm.
The opposite of the man who orgasms silently and invisibly is the man who climaxes in a decidedly vocal way. This man literally yells when he comes. I’ve christened his orgasm the vocally strident one.
Even before he comes, there’s usually a noisy build-up.
He moans dramatically and before he climaxes, he howls: “I’m going to come!”
Then he lets out another thunderous cry before he shouts: “I’m coming!”
And then he orgasms with a raucous groan, panting considerably before he finally roars, “I just came!”
No question there. It was pretty obvious.
3. The courteous orgasm.
I call the next kind of orgasm a courteous orgasm because the man who comes this way does so in such a polite manner.
His orgasm isn’t as ambiguous as the silent, invisible orgasm, but still, it’s understated and well-mannered, just like he is.
This man has class. He chews with his mouth closed, flushes when he farts and swallows his sneezes because otherwise, they’re too wet and high-pitched.
He’s got a closet full of pressed shirts and trousers. Everything about him is buffed and polished.
He might not climax this way in his own home, but in my house, he acknowledges I have neighbors who might hear him were he to orgasm too loudly.
He’s a private person. He’s married and wants to stay that way. It was a big enough deal for him to even get to my place. He’s scared of his wife catching him. He’s uncomfortable about having paid me my rate — but not because he doesn’t have the money. He does. Only he doesn’t want his wife to notice their bank account has a few hundred dollars less in it with nothing to account for what the payment was for.
Therefore everything about his behavior with me is circumspect — even his orgasm.
And yet I would say that his orgasm is more than just circumspect — it’s courteous.
He always wipes up any remaining sperm with a Kleenex, which can then be tossed.
This is because wiping his left-over cum on something like a shirt or even a cloth towel would only leave further evidence of our time together.
Also, it wouldn’t be courteous, because someone (me) would have to wash it after.
4. The grinning orgasm.
You might be able to tell that I quite enjoy the man who has courteous orgasms. However, there’s another type of orgasm that I like quite a bit as well.
This is the grinning orgasm.
When a man has a grinning orgasm, he comes smiling ear to ear. It’s a pleasure to watch him get off because it’s always pleasurable to see anyone so happy.
His grin is contagious but it also makes me feel like I’ve done a good job.
5. The angry orgasm.
But that doesn’t mean a man has to be grinning to make me happy that he’s come. It’s helpful, but I can feel satisfied even when a man has what I call an angry orgasm.
Sure, the first time I witnessed a man have an angry orgasm, it was a little stressful. As he thrust into me, he narrowed his eyes and glared, even to the point of baring his teeth.
Then he came, growling like an animal. But then afterward, he became calm.
Of course, he thanked me afterward, so I stopped taking his anger personally. He wasn’t angry, just his orgasm was.
6. The apoplectic orgasm.
Every so once in a while, I witness something very different. That’s how I’d categorize the apoplectic orgasm. When a man has this type of orgasm, it looks like he’s literally having a fit — like he’s experiencing a neurological attack. He’s not. He’s just having an apoplectic orgasm.
I’ll never forget the first time I witnessed a man have an apoplectic orgasm. We were having sex, and when he began to come, his thrusts quickened. Suddenly his whole body began to shake. His entire form trembled. But not just that — his forehead pounded the pillow under my head, over and over again.
As he hammered the pillow with his forehead, he expelled great puffs of air through his mouth.
Finally, his head stopped moving, but his body continued to shudder.
His body shook so much, he was like a fish out of water, flopping on dry earth. That, or like he was possessed by a demon.
He released another deep moan, his eyes closed. I hoped to heaven that he wouldn’t open those eyes to reveal them rolled back in his head.
He didn’t. He gradually stopped shaking, and then every muscle in his form went slack.
I realized he’d just been having a very special kind of orgasm. I named it the apoplectic orgasm. Every time after that, he came the same way. We’d make love, and suddenly his thrusts would quicken, and then basically he’d have a fit right on top of me.
I swear his orgasm lasted for three minutes. If you think of how penetrative intercourse typically lasts for nine minutes, that’s quite a long time to have an orgasm.
I asked him about it once. He said that at some point he taught himself how to have full-body orgasms.
After that, when he climaxed, I no longer felt scared that something terrible was happening to him. He was simply coming in his own specific way. I honored his unique style of climax and never made him feel bad for it.
That’s the thing — when men orgasm in front of me, they’re letting me see a vulnerable side of themselves.
That they feel safe and comfortable enough with me to let themselves go like that is something I only have respect for.
Again, I’d love to hear about your own experiences in the comment section below. Any questions you may have for me, I’m also all ears.
And for those of you who are shyer, please buy me a coffee then send a private message.
That’s all for now. Big hug and kiss, Mysterious.