Nature, Nurture, and Naughty

The Making of a Mischievous Heart: A Journey Through Sexual Freedom, Friendship, and Self-Acceptance

Recently, I caught up with a dear friend from my early days in the industry. Let’s call her Raven. I first met Raven while working in a parlour. She was a whirlwind of energy, laughter, and mischief, and I clicked with her immediately. We became inseparable: carpooling to work, matching shifts, borrowing each other’s clothes and makeup, and letting the nights stretch into cocktails and whispered confessions. She was my first doubles-partner, but more than that—she was my mentor in the art of seduction.

Raven coaxed the naughtier, cheekier, more adventurous side of me out of hiding. With her, my bedroom persona became untamed, playful, and delightfully raunchy. Together, we were a dynamic duo; a threesome with us was sure to rock your world!

But life moved on. Raven left the industry, embracing a different path: marriage, motherhood, faith, and a new career. When we met for lunch, she radiated a calm confidence, a woman fully at home in her own life. I asked her if she ever regretted her time as an escort. She didn’t. She spoke of confidence, financial independence, and adventures that would forever mark her. She had “come out” to her husband, her family, and her church, and found acceptance. It comforted me to know that even after leaving, the past didn’t diminish her present joy.

But as it always does, curiosity got the better of me, and so I asked the inevitable: Did she miss it? I braced myself for her to say what all good wives, mothers, and devout women are supposed to say: “of course not, I only want to have sex with my husband, why would I want to fuck strangers for money?”

But no. Instead, with a mischievous glint, she admitted that a part of her did miss it. She missed the thrill of the unknown, the intoxicating dance of sexual freedom, the rush of confidence that came from knowing she could tempt and please. It got me thinking... You can take the girl out of escorting, but can you ever truly take the escort out of the girl?

I left that lunch smiling, relieved and inspired. Raven was still the same sparkling, untamed spirit beneath the layers of responsibility. Her cheeky streak and crude sense of humour remained delightfully intact! Our conversation drifted, naturally, inevitably, toward sex, desire, and the candid realities of our bodies: masturbation, squirting, fetishes, porn, and playful secrets too scandalous for civilian ears. It made me wonder: did the industry shape us to be sexually open, or were we simply born this way? It’s the good old “Nature vs. Nurture” debate. Are we a product of our circumstances and environment, or were we predisposed to be a whore?

Sometimes I ponder if there’s something inherent in us; a genetic calling; an “escort-gene.” It takes a particular kind of girl, to be able to reconcile the fact that she sells sex for money. It’s definitely not for everyone. Are we naturally wired for erotic curiosity and fearless self-expression? Or does the industry awaken desires already present, allowing a woman’s sexuality to blossom fully, luxuriously, unabashedly? Perhaps it’s a little of both.

But whether we're born this way, or made this way, I know one thing: I’m exactly who I am meant to be. And I’m determined to embrace every delicious moment of it.

Jasmine x