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When Clients Catch Feelings (And So Do We)

Beverley

Beverley

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Because sometimes, the heart forgets to charge extra for emotional Labour.

Rule number one in sex work: Don’t. Fall. For. The. Client.
Adorable, really. Like we can just log out of our feelings like we’re clocking out of a shift at Hooters.
Sure, in theory — boundaries, professionalism, emotional detachment, blah blah blah.
But in reality? You spend three hours making someone feel seen, adored, and less like a human raisin… and suddenly your heart’s like,
“Wait… are we in love?”

Look, no one plans to catch feelings.
It’s not on the booking form.
There’s no checkbox that says:
☐ GFE
☐ PSE
☐ Existential crisis about genuine emotional connection.
But then they do something stupidly sweet — like remember your cat’s name or make you laugh mid-undress — and boom, dopamine hits like a tequila shot.
Now you’re giggling, they’re staring like you hung the moon, and everyone’s pretending it’s just business.
Sure, babe. And my G-string’s just a fashion statement.

It starts small. They text “good morning” like you’re their girlfriend. You answer because, well, manners.
Next thing you know, you’re smiling at your phone like a teenager with Wi-Fi and daddy issues.
He brings your favourite snack next time. You roll your eyes, say “that’s not necessary,” and then eat the whole damn thing because boundaries taste like Doritos and regret.
Now you’re both in the emotional grey zone — somewhere between a love story and a tax-deductible transaction.

Then reality taps you on the shoulder like,
“Hey babe, remember? You charge by the hour, not by the heartbreak.”
Because the truth is — yes, the chemistry’s real, the connection’s real… but so are the boundaries.
You don’t get to ride off into the sunset; you ride to your next booking.
It’s confusing, it’s messy, and it’s human as hell.

Moral of the Story​

People think sex work is just sex.
It’s not. It’s feelings with receipts.
You’re part therapist, part fantasy, part emotional sponge.
And sometimes, the sponge soaks up a little too much.
But hey — at least we know how to love like professionals: with passion, precision, and an invoice.

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Brilliantly expressed.

No one goes to a brothel expecting "love" (whatever that is??) but being treated like a human who matters is a vital part of the experience and there is nothing wrong with a bit of mutual affection. The lady who can provide that extra little spark - like remembering the guy's name or something he did last time- is someone to be treasured and definitely revisited.

Such ladies are, sadly, few and far between but that moment magic is what us punters are always searching for.
 
Guilty as charged. Many times in the past I went to an establishment for fun and the heart played up and wanted what it wanted.

Lust turned into something more. Hotness turned to beauty. Thinking about a great experience turned into much, much more.

In my time I punted so much this has happened more times than I can count on two hands. And when it was mutual… I’m not even sure I can count those on one.

Four times it became full-on relationships. But when it starts with such raging flames it always seemed to end with excruciating pain. I have never been so in love in my life as I was with one called Blossom. And I have never been put through so much pain as I was with Lillian.

My best friend has always said to me at these times: REMEMBER THE MATRIX, when Trinity said to Neo:

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That line hits different when you’ve just realised the person you’re falling for is someone you’re also booking by the hour. It’s romantic, intense, cinematic… and completely impractical in the real world we’re all trying to navigate.

I wrote about this in more detail in my recent Langtrees blog — how dating a working lady felt like a beautiful storm I willingly walked into. I talked about the highs that made life feel electric, the lows that stripped me bare, and how, even now that I don’t punt anymore, the friendships and connections I made in the industry still shape who I am today. Those women were — and are — human to me: flawed, funny, kind, chaotic, vulnerable. Not headlines. Not stereotypes. People. 

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And more than a decade ago, I wrote the earlier version of that same story — younger, more raw, still trying to make sense of why something that felt so right could also tear so much down. Time hasn’t changed the core message: you can be grateful for the lessons and still acknowledge the wreckage. Both can be true at once. 

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Thread 'Interview with Yoda. On dating a working lady.'

Interview with Yoda
By Custer


Recently I came across a thread:


http://www.talkinsex.com/threads/dating-a-working-lady-advice-please.28146/


Discussions within this thread are a mixed bag. From deep emotional queries to light hearted banter. Within this thread there is a link to a great article about a perspective on dating a sex worker. This inspired me to search for an individual here in Perth that has been through this. After some research, I identified that Yoda on the talkinsex forum had a story to tell. After making...
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So yeah, I get what you’re saying about “feelings with receipts.” I’ve lived it from the other side of the envelope. Chemistry is real. Care is real. The labour is real. And sometimes, despite everyone’s best intentions and boundaries, hearts still wander into places they were never budgeted to go.

The heart wants what the heart wants. I don’t even pretend otherwise anymore. But that doesn’t mean these girls aren’t real people. I interact with them as friends, colleagues, humans first. Age and wisdom can almost protect my heart from what the heart wants… but it’s no guarantee.

And yet, this beautiful, broken map of my past is just that—mine. I tell this story not to write the future for anyone else, nor to lay down rules for the complex ground where care and commerce meet. I am not encouraging you to follow this script or warning you away from it, because the heart knows only its own untamed path. Every person—whether they are giving or receiving the service—must walk their unique, messy road, and I hope yours is paved with the necessary goodness, the hard lessons, and the blinding clarity that is waiting for you at the next turn.

Take care my friends.
 
svengali said:
Brilliantly expressed.

No one goes to a brothel expecting "love" (whatever that is??) but being treated like a human who matters is a vital part of the experience and there is nothing wrong with a bit of mutual affection. The lady who can provide that extra little spark - like remembering the guy's name or something he did last time- is someone to be treasured and definitely revisited.

Such ladies are, sadly, few and far between but that moment magic is what us punters are always searching for.
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Have not read your words in a long time brother. How have you been?
 
Beverley said:
Because sometimes, the heart forgets to charge extra for emotional Labour.

Rule number one in sex work: Don’t. Fall. For. The. Client.
Adorable, really. Like we can just log out of our feelings like we’re clocking out of a shift at Hooters.
Sure, in theory — boundaries, professionalism, emotional detachment, blah blah blah.
But in reality? You spend three hours making someone feel seen, adored, and less like a human raisin… and suddenly your heart’s like,
“Wait… are we in love?”

Look, no one plans to catch feelings.
It’s not on the booking form.
There’s no checkbox that says:
☐ GFE
☐ PSE
☐ Existential crisis about genuine emotional connection.
But then they do something stupidly sweet — like remember your cat’s name or make you laugh mid-undress — and boom, dopamine hits like a tequila shot.
Now you’re giggling, they’re staring like you hung the moon, and everyone’s pretending it’s just business.
Sure, babe. And my G-string’s just a fashion statement.

It starts small. They text “good morning” like you’re their girlfriend. You answer because, well, manners.
Next thing you know, you’re smiling at your phone like a teenager with Wi-Fi and daddy issues.
He brings your favourite snack next time. You roll your eyes, say “that’s not necessary,” and then eat the whole damn thing because boundaries taste like Doritos and regret.
Now you’re both in the emotional grey zone — somewhere between a love story and a tax-deductible transaction.

Then reality taps you on the shoulder like,
“Hey babe, remember? You charge by the hour, not by the heartbreak.”
Because the truth is — yes, the chemistry’s real, the connection’s real… but so are the boundaries.
You don’t get to ride off into the sunset; you ride to your next booking.
It’s confusing, it’s messy, and it’s human as hell.

Moral of the Story​

People think sex work is just sex.
It’s not. It’s feelings with receipts.
You’re part therapist, part fantasy, part emotional sponge.
And sometimes, the sponge soaks up a little too much.
But hey — at least we know how to love like professionals: with passion, precision, and an invoice.

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Reads like it was straight out of some American magazine or such like!
 
Beverley said:
Because sometimes, the heart forgets to charge extra for emotional Labour.

Rule number one in sex work: Don’t. Fall. For. The. Client.
Adorable, really. Like we can just log out of our feelings like we’re clocking out of a shift at Hooters.
Sure, in theory — boundaries, professionalism, emotional detachment, blah blah blah.
But in reality? You spend three hours making someone feel seen, adored, and less like a human raisin… and suddenly your heart’s like,
“Wait… are we in love?”

Look, no one plans to catch feelings.
It’s not on the booking form.
There’s no checkbox that says:
☐ GFE
☐ PSE
☐ Existential crisis about genuine emotional connection.
But then they do something stupidly sweet — like remember your cat’s name or make you laugh mid-undress — and boom, dopamine hits like a tequila shot.
Now you’re giggling, they’re staring like you hung the moon, and everyone’s pretending it’s just business.
Sure, babe. And my G-string’s just a fashion statement.

It starts small. They text “good morning” like you’re their girlfriend. You answer because, well, manners.
Next thing you know, you’re smiling at your phone like a teenager with Wi-Fi and daddy issues.
He brings your favourite snack next time. You roll your eyes, say “that’s not necessary,” and then eat the whole damn thing because boundaries taste like Doritos and regret.
Now you’re both in the emotional grey zone — somewhere between a love story and a tax-deductible transaction.

Then reality taps you on the shoulder like,
“Hey babe, remember? You charge by the hour, not by the heartbreak.”
Because the truth is — yes, the chemistry’s real, the connection’s real… but so are the boundaries.
You don’t get to ride off into the sunset; you ride to your next booking.
It’s confusing, it’s messy, and it’s human as hell.

Moral of the Story​

People think sex work is just sex.
It’s not. It’s feelings with receipts.
You’re part therapist, part fantasy, part emotional sponge.
And sometimes, the sponge soaks up a little too much.
But hey — at least we know how to love like professionals: with passion, precision, and an invoice.

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The father of my 3 children was one of my clients....(We did not marry).

My husband, who is absolutely amazing,was admin on here and I was Mary-Anne's PA when we met and married 13 years ago.
 
It is so easy to catch feelings for a SW.
Here is a woman who is focused on you, attentive, accommodating and you're going to have sex. Especially if any any of these things are missing on your vanilla life. It's a fantasy, but I see no harm in indulging in it for as long as it lasts and being able to get over it after.
 
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I have a mate over east who has a 3* 1 hour booking rule... no matter how great the lady is he has only ever seen her and will see her only 3 times that's it.. he has lived by that rule for years, and after the 3rd booking he just walks out knowing full well he wont ever see her again even though he goes back to those same parlors...


You don’t get to ride off into the sunset; you ride to your next booking. I recall @Mrs Langtrees asking me what is the best four lettered word you hear in a Brothel.. I said the F word. she told me Nope.. its NEXT.. How right she is.


Every time I read these stories I read it from her angle... love them though keep blogging.

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