My Addiction to Sex Workers And The Path to Recovery.

Introduction:
Sometimes we make decisions in life that leave a lasting impact, and not all of them are easy to come to terms with. This story dives deep into one man’s hidden past, reflecting on choices and struggles that have shaped his present. While based on a personal confession shared by an anonymous Reddit user, this version has been transformed and expanded with the intent to explore the darker sides of addiction, secrecy, and personal growth.

The Story:
From 2014 to 2018, I, a 35-year-old man, paid and slept with over 100 sex workers. I don’t know the exact number, but I hired one almost every week or two. I took breaks when I was dating, which would last for about 3 or 4 months at a time. In total, I must have spent six figures on this lifestyle—covering the cost of the women, hotels, flights, fancy dinners, and even one very expensive trip to the Maldives.

It all started when my close friend Karl surprised me with a paid escort, without my knowledge. During a night out, Karl disappeared and came back with two stunning women. He introduced me to a redhead, saying she was a tourist and didn’t speak much English. He claimed to have hyped me up to her, and I was thrilled to think I was finally "back in the game."

The next morning, I asked her for her number, and she handed me a business card from an agency, telling me to ask for “Yve.” I was stunned but oddly not angry with Karl. I was more intrigued than anything else.

Karl, a short, bald Englishman, had always been someone I envied. He could effortlessly pick up women, both in person and online. His charm and confidence were something I wished I had, and that’s one reason I kept hanging around him.

But after that encounter, something clicked in me. Yve was the most attractive woman I’d ever been with, and I became obsessed with the idea of finding more women like her. Not even two days later, I started researching. I looked through local websites and classifieds, overwhelmed by the sheer number of ads. Most seemed sketchy, and I almost gave up, but my curiosity and excitement pushed me forward.

Eventually, I called Yve’s agency again, but she wasn’t available. The woman on the phone suggested I visit a massage parlor, and from there, I was hooked. Over the next few months, I started traveling frequently and would hire a sex worker almost everywhere I went. Depending on the country, I would spend anywhere from $200 to $600 per encounter, sometimes going as high as $1,000.

Later, I dabbled in the “sugar daddy” lifestyle. Sugar babies weren’t full-time sex workers, which made it easier to be seen with them in public or even travel together without raising suspicion. It was a different dynamic, but the thrill was the same.

Money was never an issue for me. I grew up upper-middle-class, so I’ve always had a comfortable financial cushion to indulge in whatever I wanted. But eventually, the lifestyle started taking a toll on me. My drug-fueled escapades left me in a deep depression, and by 2019, I stopped altogether.

That same year, I married my wife, someone I had known as a friend for a long time. She has no idea about my past, and none of my family or friends know either. It’s a part of my life I’ve kept buried.

Do I ever think about going back to that lifestyle? Sometimes, yes. The urges come and go, but I never act on them. I don’t plan to cheat on my wife, but I know I have unresolved issues that need to be addressed.

As for Karl, we’re no longer friends. We had a falling out after I found out he was cheating on his pregnant girlfriend with a married woman. I haven’t spoken to him since 2021, but last I heard, he was involved with Somali gangs in London, selling cocaine.


Opinion:
This story reflects the deep personal struggles that come with addiction and the complicated road to recovery. While it’s inspired by a confession from an anonymous Reddit user, the experiences shared here serve as a reminder of the consequences of certain choices and the importance of confronting our issues before they consume us. Life can take us down dark paths, but the potential for change and redemption is always there.