The Prostitution Delusion Book One: Debunking 43 Myths That Falsely Condemn Prostitution* and Transforming It into Worship of the Goddess by Mark Laurence Donald Emerson

Author:Mark Laurence Donald Emerson [Emerson, Mark Laurence Donald]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: The Legacy of the Angels Corp. Sole for Integrity in Publication
Published: 2014-10-20T04:00:00+00:00

Jennifer

In January 2001 I decided to try finding a prostitute in Los Angeles again. It had been four years since Kristina, whom I had located from a postage-stamp ad in L.A. Weekly. I picked up a fresh copy of L.A. Weekly. A small ad said, “Beautiful Russian Girl.” I called the number, and a woman answered. “Hello,” she said.

“I found your ad in L.A. Weekly.”

“It’s $200 for in call,” she replied, “The girls are all beautiful, and it’s full service.”

I was astonished. Back in 1997 when I had asked on the phone about “full service” I got hung up on. Now, knowing absolutely nothing about me, this woman actually announced “full service.” What if I were a police officer? On the other hand, what if she worked for the police? Also, this was obviously an agency, and I definitely preferred to speak directly to the girl. But God interrupted my thoughts. “Do it!” Spirit instructed me.

“How do you work?” I asked her, obeying Spirit’s guidance.

“Well, I have a beautiful blonde woman named Jennifer, who is available now.”

“May I speak with her?”

“No. You can talk to her when you meet her.”

“What is your name?” I asked her.

“I’m Lorraine,” she replied. “Would you like to see Jennifer today?”

“Do it!” Spirit commanded again. I made an appointment for about two hours later that afternoon. She gave me an address in West Hollywood.

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I decided to try something new. I would bring flowers. And I resolved to do the same things I had recently done with Amanda. Hopefully, I would give Jennifer a vaginal orgasm during intercourse. At this point, I was less concerned about kissing. I knew I could probably get kissing if I paid more money.

I rang Jennifer’s doorbell holding a bouquet of red roses. She opened the door and lit right up when she saw me. She was indeed blonde, as Lorraine had said, and she was indeed beautiful as Lorraine had also said. Jennifer was gorgeous. She invited me inside.

“Hi! I’m Mark, These are for you,” I said handing her the flowers.

“Thank you,” she said, in a strong Russian accent, her face glowing.

She led me to the kitchen, where I assisted her putting the roses into a vase. Then she led me to the bedroom and asked me for the money. I took the $200 from my pocket, faced her and looked into her eyes. I got down on my knees and offered her the money in my prayer-clasped hands.

She melted. Taking the money from my hands, she embraced me, pulling my face into her breasts, as Amanda had done.

There is truly something magical about offering money to a prostitute in this way. It honors the Goddess in her, and she feels it.

She took the money into another room. While she was gone, I took off most of my clothes. When she returned, I was sitting on the bed wearing only my underwear. She removed her dress and joined me, wearing only her bra and panties. My God, she was gorgeous!

But when I tried to kiss her on the mouth, she pulled back.

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