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Is Prostitution Fully a Woman’s Choice or Are Women Who Sell Their Bodies for Money Feel Trapped with No Way Out? 


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     The debate has raged for nearly five millennia of human history as to whether sex work is

consensual or if selling of one’s own body is demeaning and lowers self-esteem.

     Prostitution, or what has long been dubbed, “The world’s oldest profession,” has always had

its detractors as well as supporters; some who believe that prostitution should be made legal and

those who believe it should be as it already is in most of the world, illegal (Goldscheider, 2000).

     Many times, the debate on legal versus illegal prostitution is a political argument. Those on

the liberal side of the aisle, or the left side, often times in our country in the twenty-first century

are turning their backs against capitalism, so, therefore, any work that is “under scarcity and

capitalism is morally and practically literally slavery” (Reinsenwitz, 2020). Whereas those on the

more conservative side, or right wing Republicans are more prone to look at prostitution and all

other sex occupations as morally wrong, therefore these women have a choice to turn to

prostitution and if they do not “have a gun to their heads” (Reisenwitz, 2020), then they are

committing a grievous sin against God by prostituting themselves out to men for money.

     It is hard to determine the actual numbers but sex tourism, international trafficking of women,

prostitution due to the declining economies here and with burgeoning economies there are

increasing at rapid rates (Goldscheider, 2000).

     In Vienna, Austria, the United Nations (UN) is trying to piece together a response to human

trafficking as well as a response to the sex industry (Goldscheider, 2000).

     Although the theory of what is happening in the UN is good for women worldwide, it does

have some unintended consequences. For starters, if a woman decides to enter prostitution in

another country from her native land and then asks a person in her native country for a ride to the

airport so she can fly to that other country and it somehow comes to light that she was getting

ready to enter this life of crime this man could, theoretically, depending on how the UN decides

to rule, be arrested and imprisoned for making the crime take place (Goldscheider, 2000).

     But most women who enter prostitution in any country do so because there is, indeed, no way

out. That old stereotype is more of a reality than a misconception: women would rather not sell

their bodies for sex and take on a regular job with dignity and self-respect. Voluntary prostitution

is rare.

     The cold hard truth is prostitution is not in reality like some Hollywood movie like Pretty

Woman, where it is a career choice that the women who do this lifestyle does it because it is

glamorous and fun. The truth is selling one’s own body for money is a poor woman’s game and

it’s degrading. No woman wants this for themselves or their daughters.

 

References

Goldscheider, Eric. (2000,  January 2). Prostitutes work – but do they consent? Bloomburg     University. http://departments.bloomu.edu/crimjust/pages/articles/sex_tourism.htm.


Reisenwitz, Cathy. (2020, November 2). Sex Work and the Spectrum of Coercion. Liberal Currents. https://www.liberalcurrents.com/sex-work-and-the-spectrum-of-coercion/.

 


 
 
 

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                               The Wedding Day
                                                                                       

     The expensive sports cars, both foreign and domestic as well as sedans and SUVs were parked in the large church parking lot at St. John’s United Methodist Church parking lot in Belleville, Pennsylvania.

     It was nearing two o’clock on the afternoon of August 6, 2022. The church sanctuary that held in excess of three hundred people was filled to capacity as Travis Jones, aged nineteen was anxiously waiting at the front of the church all dressed in a black tuxedo for his bride, Brandi Jacobson to walk down the aisle to marry him.

     Travis looked handsome at around six feet two inches tall, 230 pounds of pure muscle. He smelled great from his Polo cologne he was wearing. Although the church was air conditioned sweat still furrowed his brow due to the fact that the tuxedo he was wearing was very warm and he was very nervous. His face was a bit red as well.

     He kept on clenching his hands little by little as he waited for the bridal march to begin and the time would come for his beautiful bride to come marching down the aisle. He knew he was such a lucky guy. He and his bride Brandi were both virgins as they started dating at the age of thirteen and decided a year later to stay celibate until marriage. By that time it was very evident how much in love they were and pretty much everybody that knew them expected that they would stay together, perhaps for life and marriage would just be a natural transition after High School and into adulthood.

     As more sweat began to form on Travis’s brow finally, what seemed like an eternity after he began waiting for Brandi but what probably was only about twenty minutes he saw Brandi and her father show up at the back of the church. They stood at the entrance to the church sanctuary.

     Suddenly, the bridal march began to be played by the organist.

     As “Here Comes the Bride” began playing, Brandi, who was dressed in a very tight, low cut strapless mermaid white wedding dress that showed most of her large 42DD size boobs and hugged her perfectly curvaceous 24x34 measurements at a meager eight-nine pounds she weighed in at came up the aisle slowly escorted by her father.

     Travis felt himself perk up as soon as she began walking down the aisle. He let himself not even trying to resist as he felt himself become totally engorged in blood. His bride was beautiful, with not only her perfect body but her beautiful, long, straight jet black hair and black eyes to go along with that perfect figure.

     Soon, she was finally at the front of the church and she stood next to Travis.

     She was all smiles as she and Travis both said their own vows to each other in a very romantic ceremony.

     The wedding was over by 2:20 pm. They went to the reception by 3:30 PM and then to the Inn at 11:35 they arrived.

When they got there they went inside the suite.

To be continued in “The wedding night”
 

                          The Wedding Night
 

     Mr. and Mrs. Brandi and Travis Jones, who were married at two o’clock in the afternoon now found themselves sitting on the end of the bed. It was already 11 PM. They still had their clothes on as they had just arrived to the hotel not fifteen minutes earlier.

     Travis touched Brandi’s face with his right index finger. Then he kissed her passionately on the lips.

     “Oh Travis,” Brandi moaned.

     Travis laughed and then kissed her again. Softly he said, “What do you say we get out of these hot clothes?”

     Brandi looked down at the floor, smiled, blushed and then said, “Yes.”

     They both stood up, stumbled a bit as they made their way to the side of the bed. They both laughed.

     Travis took his clothes off first. He started slow and then as he watched Brandi take her top off and eventually expose her breasts he undressed faster and faster, all the while feeling himself become engorged in blood.

     Brandi must have noticed because she laughed and said, “Oh, Travis, honey.”

     Within probably half a minute Travis was naked. Fully erect, showing his nine inch penis, he climbed into bed, under the covers, folding the top two blankets across his chest. He had his arms folded and behind his neck. He had a grin on his face. “C’mon babe,” he said as Brandi furiously tried to unzip the back zipper of her wedding gown.

     Travis knew to how solve this problem. Being the gentlemen that he was he climbed out of bed, still erect, and then walked over to Brandi, got behind her, put his arms around her waist, kissed her on the neck and whispered in her ear, “Do you mind if I help you dear?”

     Brandi just let out a sigh and Travis took that for a “yes”.

     Travis slowly unzipped the dress, and then watched as it fell to the floor, his new bride totally naked from head to toe. He just stood there looking at her perfect body, how dark complected it was. How luscious and young and firm everything was, especially her amazing breasts. Both her nipples were getting erect before his very eyes. He did not know much about women or sex but he had a feeling this might mean that she was becoming sexually aroused.

     She turned around, with tears in her eyes and giving her eyes a raccoon look due to the running of the mascara. She said, “Oh, Travis…I just can’t…I just…”

     “Shhh”, Travis said. “You don’t have to say a word.”

     “But,” she said, now the tears were completely streaming in three paths down her cheeks. Her face was slightly red.

     Travis let her to the bed and helped her in and they both got under the covers with the first two blankets folded downwards so they could see the tops of each other down to each other’s waists.

     Travis leaned over and began kissing Brandi. They were slow, passionate, kisses. He could feel her heavy breathing. He knew she was enjoying this as much as he was.

     After many minutes of smooching, Travis stopped kissing. She was still crying and Travis began wiping the tears off of her face with his fingers.

     “Travis, I can’t even begin to say how much I love you. If only there were words…”

     “I love you too,” Travis reciprocated.

     Travis kissed her again. After they finished smooching Travis began touching her nipples and playing with them, fingering them, and running his fingers around and over them. He could now and again hear gasps from Brandi and feel her body as it jolted up in the air.

     After a few minutes of playing with the hard nipples which, as he kept on playing with them kept on getting harder and harder which Travis just knew meant she was getting even more aroused sexually. He began massaging her breasts. They were as hard as a brick house. So firm. So awesome to touch. He massaged them with his right hand by starting with the right boob and playing with it for many minutes. Then, he massaged the left breast.

     Brandi’s body kept on rising and falling as he kept on massaging her breasts. Up and down. Up and down it moved. This was really exciting Travis and giving him sexual arousal like he had never experienced.  These new feelings and emotions were just pouring over his brain and body and he loved them all. This was his wedding night and in less than twelve hours he and Brandi would be embarking on their fourteen-night, fifteen-day honeymoon to Paris. He could feel her heavy breathing and gasps which came and went more rapidly as the minutes flew by.

     “Do you mind switching to your stomach, my love?” Travis gently asked Brandi.

     Brandi giggled and then said, “Sure.”

     After she was on her stomach, Travis started massaging her back, starting with her neck. He erotically massaged her, really rubbing that neck, feeling lots of knots and tightness in it. He could hear her moan softly and let out deep breaths. He then kept on going slowly downward, feeling every inch of her back and enjoying his fingers as they sank into her soft back. He was firm in his back rub yet erotic and he must have been doing a good job he thought because her breathing became even more labored and faster. She kept on letting out more moans of approval and eventually, she said, “Oh Travis.”

     Travis did not say anything, just let his hands do all the talking.

     “You’re such a magnificient man,” she said.

     By now he was done with her back. He asked her to flip over. She complied.

     She had a big smile on her face. Her nipples were so rip roaring big that Travis thought they could cut through steel they were so hard.

     Travis began by running his fingers over and around her nipples, feeling every fleshy hardness of them. This made Brandi even more excited as the nipples got even harder in Travis’s fingers as he massaged them. He could feel her body rising as he kept on massaging the nipples and she let out soft moans of approval. “Ooooh Travis,” she muttered over and over again as Travis then moved to touching her breasts. They were so firm like steel or concrete. Travis could not believe that a woman’s breasts could be that hard.

     Then, Travis’s hands made their way down onto her perfectly sculpted abs. They contracted and expanded as he touched every inch of them. Up and down her belly rose and fell. He kissed Brandi and said, “God, honey, you are gorgeous. You have an amazing body.”

     She grinned, chuckled and said, “So do you, baby.”

     Next, was the piece de resistance. This is what every man who has ever made love to a woman looks forward to during the throes of passion.  And, that’s the mighty vagina. Travis sat next to his new bride and just stared at every millimeter of the fleshy organ. It was completely devoid of any pubic hair. Obviously she had been freshly waxed no more than a day or two before this night, Travis knew. Brandi’s vagina was just the right size for his penis Travis thought. Not too big or small. Just the right size. Perfect, he thought.

He mounted her and she let out a squeal of approval. “Oh, Travis…Oh.”

Travis laughed and said, “This is what we have been waiting for since we were thirteen sweetheart.

Travis slid his penis oh so slowly into the very tight vagina. It was a very right squeeze and because she was a virgin it did not go in very easily or fast. She let out a yelp, obviously because she had never been penetrated before and this was a new experience for her as well as for Travis.

Travis began pumping her and after a few minutes stopped. Her body was writing as he pumped his body in and out, in and out. She huffed and puffed and let out yelps and moans as he went about his business.

Travis would take a break every few minutes after he pumped her and she kept on getting more and more excited every time he would pump her. Her breathing kept on going faster and faster the whole time. She was enjoying this Travis could easily tell. And, Travis was liking it too.

After about thirty minutes of pumping Travis decided to go for the touchdown. He was going to see if he could get her to have an orgasm. So, he pumped her hard and fast. She kept breathing harder and faster, harder and faster, harder and faster until…”OOOOOOHHHHHH Travis!!!!” she screamed as she had the most explosive orgasm. Travis still did not stop so she climaxed a second and a third time.  This surprised Travis that she could multiply her orgasms so he did not stop. He let his body guide hers into a long string of her having a lollapalooza of orgasms.

Her orgasms came in at first every one minute. But, as Travis kept on pumping her they increased in intensity and frequency to after a while they were every forty seconds. Then after a while it was every twenty two seconds. Then, finally, Travis really gave it too her good and she was orgasming every seven seconds. When it was at that point Travis kept it up, and she had a string of multiple orgasms seventeen orgasms in a row. In total, Travis thought she must have had a good fifty orgasms that night. Then, finally, Travis exploded in his own orgasm.

Brandi giggled and said, “Oh wow, Travis.”

Travis laughed and said, “Oh yeah.”

Brandi replied, “That was fucking amazing.”

“Ohhh yeah. How do you feel?” Asked Travis.

Giggling she said, “Like I’ve never felt in my life.”

Travis hugged her and kissed her passionately on the lips. “Me too, darling. Me too.”

They both held each other and talked for an hour and then turned over and went to sleep.

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