I can only speak confidently for myself on the issue of why people pay for sex when they can get it for free, but let me take a crack at this.
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Some people are penny pincher. They refuse to pay for sex and are satisfied being desplooginated by whatever pro bono desploogination services are available to meet their desploogination needs. This is not me. I’m not a penny pincher.
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Some people equate sex with love and won’t consider sex with anyone they don’t love. I’m not knocking this viewpoint even though I never really understood it and certainly don’t subscribe to it. Yes, I agree that sex with someone you love CAN be great but it isn’t inherently great. I’ve been in love with a couple of women who were rather boring between sheets. I still loved them despite the lackluster sex but I didn’t kid myself that I was having superlative sex with them.
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Some people (I’m not one of them despite my wisecracks to the contrary) actually PREFER to pay for sex. A good friend of mine used to ask the question, “Why get it for free when you can pay for it?” I thought it was funny but couldn’t relate to the sentiment.
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Some people think paying for sex is the kinder, more sensitive thing to do when you’re seeking variety and sexual adventure but are not interested in embarking on another serious relationship. I fall solidly into this category. I think getting sex for free from women I only recently met is a lot more fun. I long ago learned to enjoy the hunt. I find it more emotionally and sexually gratifying to woo a woman, and make her want me before I grab her by the haunches and hump her into submission. But is this really fair? If I woo a woman and induce her to take an emotional interest in me when I have no intention of following through after I have spray painted her cervix with my splooge, this is both deceitful and hurtful. I did this for a while but came to dislike myself when I realized I was making nice, trusting women cry for no good reason. Playing with an honest woman’s emotions just to notch another conquest to gratify my ego was too wretched even for me. So I switched (reluctantly) to desploogination service professionals. No matter how good it is, sex with a desploogination service professional is less satisfying than it is with a woman who enthusiastically coaxes the splooge out of you because she genuinely enjoys being around (or under) you.
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Some guys just can’t find any women who are willing to desplooginate them unless they are getting paid for the service. (Isn’t that right, Icey?)


“Desplooginate”, now that made me chuckle.
I don’t want to get emotionally involved with women right now. That might change in the future but the ex-cunt left me wanting to be free of that kind of thing for now.
So I pay them. Since finding out strip clubs are more than show recently, I’ve almost stopped seeing hookers (at least the kind that advertise) and have my fun in clubs. It’s cheaper than keeping a woman happy just to have sex with her.