I don't write this to justify anything. Just to be honest about something complex that doesn't fit neatly into good or bad categories. My marriage isn't broken. Sarah and I are solid. We have two kids, a nice house in Blackrock, good careers. We're compatible. But something's missing.
Physical intimacy became routine years ago. Scheduled. Predictable. When we do have sex, it feels more like maintenance than connection. I'm not blaming her. We're both busy. Kids, work, life. It happens.
The escorts I see aren't about wild sexual fantasies. They're about feeling desired. Truly seen. When Maria or Elena look at me, there's genuine interest. Not performance. Not obligation. Just pure human connection for those brief hours.
I know how that sounds. Selfish, maybe. But marriages are complicated. I'm not looking to leave. I'm looking to feel something I can't get at home without destroying everything we've built.
The money isn't just for sex. It's for that moment of complete attention. No expectations beyond those two hours. No long-term commitments. Just... presence.