How/why Did You Start With Mongering?

I think it's ok to bump this thread since it's one of those that people might add to and builds over time.

I started doing P4P at a time when my life was in a shit state. I wasn't happy in my relationship (which later became my marriage, lol), I was working a terrible soul-crushing job and had financial problems. I did it because I needed an escape from it all and nothing else would do it for me. Something about a woman's touch and affection seems to put the world right again, if even only for a short while.

Over the years P4P has become a part of who I am, a tradition of sorts. It's how I spend my free time and extra money and I don't think that will ever change even though my personal circumstances have changed a lot.
 
I've been hobbying for about six years. I started when I was living in China where P4P is readily available via both massage joints and escorts. I continued when I moved back to the U.S. as well as when I travel on business, including frequently to Japan. I'm fortunate in that my travel takes me to some great P4P locations including Bangkok, Jakarta, Panama, and Medellin.

I'm more of. GFE than PSE guy so availability of reviews is a key to finding the right SPs. I have a couple of regulars in the US and one in Seoul. I used to have one in Bangkok but she left the business. In Tokyo I tend to go more for variety although I've found one SP who might well become a regular.
 
BTW. I find it interesting that quite a few TAGers started mongering at age 18 or in their 20s. I had a very active sex life at that stage but would never imagined paying for it. My first P4P experience was at age 57 when my otherwise great marriage became pretty much sexless.

I can't go 4-5 times a night like I did in my 20s but still like to have a good time, Plus being with a hot young woman makes me feel young :)
Also age and experience have taught me that there are other ways to satisfy a partner ;-). It's amazing how often being a gentleman and focusing on making one's partner (including a SP) results in extra special service.

Apologies if this comes across as preachy; not my intent.
 
...quite a few TAGers started mongering at age 18 or in their 20s. I had a very active sex life at that stage but would never imagined paying for it.
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I wonder if in general, there are two types of first-time mongerers:
-socially inept, sexless young guys.
-older men who are lonely or have a crappy marriage.

Also wondering if any guys who started mongering young have regrets about it or whether it has been of any detriment to your life (most obvious is financial). For example, whether it caused lacklustre enthusiasm for relationships/dating/marriage, knowing that for some money: You can get love on-demand, a NSA romantic time with an excellent GFE provider.
 
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I wonder if in general, there are two types of first-time mongerers:
-socially inept, sexless young guys.
-older men who are lonely or have a crappy marriage.

Interesting question. I fall in the older guy category, but In my case the operative word is horny, not lonely ;-)
 
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Thought horny would come under 'crappy marriage' umbrella :p

I guess it's a matter of what you mean by crappy. I'd much rather have, as I do, a marriage that is sexless, but otherwise very good, as that can easily be remedied via P4P. On the other hand it's hard to find an easy remedy for a marriage where the sex is great but everything else sucks. That, to me, would be a crappy marriage.
 
Also wondering if any guys who started mongering young have regrets about it or whether it has been of any detriment to your life (most obvious is financial). For example, whether it caused lacklustre enthusiasm for relationships/dating/marriage, knowing that for some money: You can get love on-demand, a NSA romantic time with an excellent GFE provider.

It hasn't changed a whole lot other than giving me experience I wouldn't have had. If anything, "breaking the seal" by p4p was more of a positive since it made me less desperate for female attention.

Of course, it may be because it's not that easy in my situation. Doing things locally is too (socially and legally) risky for me for a number of reasons, so I have to keep it to far-flung international trips. Plus, I'm broke most of the time (never had a decent-paying job, and currently jobless lol) which makes consistent patronage anywhere difficult. Maybe if it was risk-free and I had my shit together things would be different.
 
I've only been mongering in the lines of massages with HE's except this one case with AM recently that was really lackluster.
(I've seen Yuriko & Meyrin, which should have clued me in that this doesn't work for me. Retrospectively, I should have skipped AM.)

The primary reason of doing it at all is to get some sort of stimulation from another human being instead of manual action. I never had used a real escort before this last experience with AM last week and now I know why. I definitely need some sort of chemistry for more than just a HE+Massage situation.

I don't think I'll go back to see some sort of escort, I just don't see the value in the money spent on the limited amount of time. I could easily spend 40-60k a week or save up and do something like 120k every two weeks. Just don't see the value, someone try to sell me on an experience I should take.
 
The primary reason of doing it at all is to get some sort of stimulation from another human being instead of manual action....
This was probably one of my reasons too, although I didn't fully appreciate it until after the fact.
For some reason, I find that I have much less of an urge to do 'manual self action' compared with before I saw an escort.
I definitely need some sort of chemistry for more than just a HE+Massage situation.
I don't think I'll go back to see some sort of escort, I just don't see the value in the money spent on the limited amount of time. I could easily spend 40-60k a week or save up and do something like 120k every two weeks. Just don't see the value, someone try to sell me on an experience I should take.
Might be a good thing that you had such a 'meh' first experience with an escort.. (financially speaking :p). If I had a first experience like that, I'd feel the same way about value and also vow to never to use p4p ever again - no matter the amount of people telling me 'YMMV' etc.

Yes, Per hour, escorts are very expensive - more expensive than consults with surgeons or lawyers in some of cases.

Personally, I can't really think of any tangible goods or experiences I would have rather spent my ~250k on (about this, havent really been counting), assuming all living essentials have been taken care of. For me, the only thing that could top this would be buying something nice for a loved one, like someone else mentioned in another thread.
 
Lol... let's say that, energy-wise, I can still keep up the pace for a while... but yeah, I guess my wallet - and my boss's tolerance regarding me sneaking out from work - are really getting worn out :ROFLMAO:
Ohhh. I can relate to the sneaking out.
I like when it someone comes to steal me from the office, but must exercise caution.
I was out with someone last Thursday, nearly all afternoon and I just told my team that’d I’d be back later..... well.... much later as it turned out.

Energy wise... she can wear me out, but it’s all good. Lady time, I was kinda tired... oops.
 
I was 17 and just finished Marine boot camp. When I got to my first unit, talking to this one Corporal it came up that I had never had sex. "SHEEEEYAT! Next payday I'm takin' you down to San Diego to get you laid." I had grown up on the Mexican border so I knew lots of guys who paid for it - the idea didn't seem wrong or like it meant anything about me. So I went with the Corporal, found a girl that met my standards, and did the deed. Nothing really groundbreaking about it.
 
Many years ago I made a girl pregnant. As a good guy I married her, hoping that we can live happily ever after. Apparently deep down I didn't really love her.
So after 10 years of marriage I started flirting with coworkers. Not a good idea.
Then I come to Japan, I flirted with girls again, and when I came back home she started to pick a fight and say divorce. So after that I considered myself a divorced person, even until now there's no divorce paper yet. Exactly 1 day after I left home I booked a lady from twitter, she's so ugly but I still managed to finish. I think for me it is the point of no return.
After I go back to Japan, I started walking around in Kabukicho until almost midnight a Chinese lady tout tried to communicate with me, even with my very bad Japanese I managed to get a Japanese girl under 15000 yen. After that a tout in Gotanda showed me a place, and I've been going to that place ever since. I went to other places to with the help of TAG, but I always come back to Gotanda. These days I only visit one girl, fallen in love with her, have been to dinner many times, and last time she was very angry at mama-san for asking me more money after I asked for 1 hour course. Somehow she managed to get my money back.
 
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I stopped playing video games when I moved to Japan. So my entertainment budget goes to a new form of entertainment.

Spending my nights getting steamy with cute and beautiful women has been a step up from spending it with a bunch of other nerds online. ;)

Hey, hey... there’s a balance to be struck.
No need to completely toss the games!
 
I stopped playing video games when I moved to Japan. So my entertainment budget goes to a new form of entertainment.

Spending my nights getting steamy with cute and beautiful women has been a step up from spending it with a bunch of other nerds online. ;)

How about having sex AND playing games with a steamy AND nerdy lady?
That must exist I'm sure! :D
 
During one of my moments of introspection and contemplation about life, I always turn to the Good Book for inspiration which I can apply to my life. And you know what I've learned? Even Jesus needs a rub job. All that messianic work must have been stressful if we're all being honest. Bet he gave Mary M. a good review for that foot job.

We all need a Mary in our lives.

The Why?

Joking aside, I had relationships that didn't work out. Even if I wanted to stay in them out of fear of loneliness, I couldn't live in a lie and prolong not just my unhappiness but my partners. So I ventured out on my own. I've put effort here and there to meet new people/women, but I got stuck in a school/work schedule that made that endeavor increasingly difficult over the years. But I did not despair. I knew I had a plan. I kept positive about life.

But adult life sucked. Long work hours, bills, deadlines, increasing responsibilities being piled onto my lap. I would prefer a pair of succulent ass drop on my lap, but what you gonna do? I needed an outlet to pour this fermenting energy (or stress?) within me.

The How

Then on a vacation trip in 2015. I had my cousin introduced me to the world of pay 4 playsure. Unintentionally of course, I didn't plan it. I guess, when perverts converge, productivity towards perversion increases.

I've been in abstinence for a long time at that point. Shame to admit, but I almost forgot where to put my penis in.

My cousin brought me to what is basically a brothel disguised as a massage parlor in Manila. I've never seen an aquarium before. It's basically a room with a glass window and inside are about two dozen women "dressed" in lingerie-ish clothing. I picked a cute girl with insanely large breasts sitting at the back. I regret this later, but oh well live and learn. Anyway, I've never been with a girl with a large chest before. So, needless to say I was already foaming in the mouth.

I was nervous. Excited as hell, but also terrified. Of what, I'm not sure. My thoughts went: "What if I get ripped off? What if I catch some T-virus shit?"

I shook it off and collected my calm in the massage room. There's a drink menu by the lamp desk. I wasn't even thirsty, but for some fucking reason I ordered pineapple juice.

Then a knock at the door.

Boob Girl emerged and gave me a hug and kiss.

My calm went out the door.

"Do...you want some pineapple juice?" I asked.

In my head, WTF are you saying man!? Show her the P you stupid fuck.

I handed her a small envelope with the cash and she gave me a funny look. "What's this?"
Okay, no more envelopes. Fuck.

Then, the services started. I won't bore you with the details, it's just standard stuff. But to me then it was mind blowing stuff. Until the end anyway.

Here's my take away from that experience: Clarify everything beforehand.

It never happened again after that (I guess that YMMV is real), but throughout the session she kept trying to "game" me. You know, upsell herself. Like she kept saying she was available after work and other days, etc. I got turned off by that. Way to break the illusion, right?

To top it off, she tried to accuse me of not paying her the room fee.

My calm came back then. All of it.

"Call that guy at the counter then. Tell him to come here." I said. (That's where you pay for the room)

She changed her tune and said she made a mistake.

I've been mongering since and that was my worst experience by far.

But, everything is forgiven. It's all cool in the stool.

I had my first bite, and I liked it.
 
I've been mongering since and that was my worst experience by far.

The rule in the music business is your first recording deal is terrible. The same rule applies to p4p.

My first time the girl gave me a half hearted blow job after I paid for intercourse and then stole the rest of my money from my wallet when I was not paying attention. :eek::D
 
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The rule in the music business is your first recording deal is terrible. The same rule applies to p4p.

My first time the girl gave me a half hearted blow job after I paid for intercourse and then stole the rest of my money from my wallet when I was not paying attention. :eek::D

Sounds like a terrible rule. Creative types have my sympathies.

It’s all a learning experience isn’t it?

I could’ve hated the girl, culture or the industry itself but I decided to change my perspective of the moment.

Speaking of shifts in perspective...

I remember nutting and an overwhelming desire to get the fuck out there came over me. I’m like pulling out, “What have I done?”
“What is this feeling of clarity?”

Two weeks later I needed to “clear” again.