Former sex worker reveals the WILDEST fantasies clients ever requested that their wives refused to perform
- Charlotte Shane confesses that she often wondered about her clients' wives
- She reveals many came to her because of 'bed death' in their own relationships
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A woman who quit her graduate program to 'devote herself to men' has revealed what she learned about relationships - and herself - in the course of more than ten years as a sex worker.
Charlotte Shane progressed from clumsy webcam work to 'erotic massage' and eventually to in-person sex work in 2005.
And, over thousands of 'dates' and at least one long-term working relationship with a client, she confesses a growing curiosity about 'the wives' - did they know about their husbands' infidelity? Did they even still have sex with them?
In her new book An Honest Woman: A Memoir of Love and Sex Work, she writes: 'Bed death was the excuse offered by clients who felt obligated to explain why they were in a committed relationship and also naked with me.
'Sometimes hysterectomies were cited, or chronic illness, or resistance to a specific, obsessive predilection.'
Over thousands of 'dates' and at least one long-term working relationship with a client, Charlotte Shane confesses a growing curiosity about 'the wives'
In her early days as a sex worker, Charlotte experimented with wearing wigs - like Julia Roberts' character in Pretty Woman
If the fetish was 'easily indulged' - like foot worship - she would encourage the man to talk to his partner about it (stock image)
If the fetish was 'easily indulged' - like foot worship - she would encourage the man to talk to his partner about it, to give her an opportunity to join in. But often the man was too filled with shame, or too easily put off with the merest whiff of a 'no,' a laugh, or a disapproving face.
'Couples don't have to share everything with each other,' she writes, 'but this, to me, was an unnecessary loss.
'Then again, no matter how innocuous I thought the fetish was and no matter how effectively a husband conveyed his investment in it, the wife's refusal could be absolute.'
As an example, she recalls one client whose wife had cheated on him with one of his friends.
As a result, the husband had developed a fantasy about being betrayed.
'He didn't want her to start sleeping with someone else again,' she writes, 'he just wanted her to pretend that she was while they f***ed and to tell him how inferior he was in comparison.'
No matter how much he begged, his wife, understandably, refused to along with it.
'I remember this man for a lot of reasons,' writes Charlotte, 'mainly because he was young and attractive and his d*ck was big, which made it difficult to belittle with a straight face.
Men, she said, were often too filled with shame to pursue their fetish with their wife (stock image)
In An Honest Woman: A Memoir of Love and Sex Work, Charlotte Shane reveals why many of her clients came to her in the first place
As a teenager, Charlotte knew she was not exactly hot 'when judged against the platonic ideal of hotness: Britney Spears'
'But that was all right, because looking at his erection and laughing fit the scene.'
Another client - an air traffic controller - wanted to take part in an elaborate role-play, in which he was poisoned by his 'wife' and, as he lay dying on the floor, she called her lover and laughed about how they would finally be rich with her dead husband's money.
'He came, from what I could tell, in his pants while fully clothed, lying on his back on the hotel room floor. He closed his eyes like I'd pulled a thorn from his side and thanked me.'
Charlotte's love of men was piqued at the age of 16, growing up in small-town America, as she was drawn to their wild, rambunctious energy and effortless, unselfconscious nudity.
'They skipped school, snuck out, dented already damaged cars, jumped from roofs and moving vehicles, sang loudly, and shouted often,' she writes.
'They talked about circle jerks, getting each other off, and comparing size… they were regularly, abruptly naked for the sheer provocation of their own bodies; they wanted to make girls laugh as they tore through parties, penises flopping like the tongues of panting dogs, before they cannonballed into pools or jumped onto trampolines.
'I was addicted to their energy, their fearlessness, their intolerance for boredom. They lived more deeply than anyone I'd ever met.
'Boys were synonymous with possibility. Possibility was the route to fulfillment.'
As a teenager, she knew she was not exactly hot 'when judged against the platonic ideal of hotness: Britney Spears, the most superlatively sexy teenager who ever had or ever would exist.'
However, she adds that it was this idea that she was somehow not sexually appealing that drew her to sex work. In her early days, she experimented with wearing wigs - like Julia Roberts' character in Pretty Woman, fake tan, and heavy black eyeliner.
In the process, she says: 'I saw that even without the beautifying accessories an average body could be desired, or more than desired. Exalted. Craved.
'Some men on the webcam site drooling obsessed over aspects of myself that I'd thought were grotesque… and that was an astonishing revelation for someone who'd fretted over each potential flaw as a barrier to being loved, from the gap between her two front teeth to a half-inch spider vein on her calf.
'But receiving worshipful attention in person from clients who could see every bit of cellulite, touch every stretch mark and scar, was surreal.
'I was beginning to suss out what an older escort later confirmed: you can look any way and charge any amount and someone, somewhere, will be happy to pay. Men's tastes were so expansive, their range for arousal so broad. Why hadn't anyone told me?'
An Honest Woman: A Memoir of Love and Sex Work by Charlotte Shane is published by Simon & Schuster
