ok, what started out as a joke ended up as a huge discussion and a research trek. it seems that there’s a lot of people out there that want to know the answer to this question (especially women). i have a theory, but i wanted to get your opinions first…
so please share why you think men love prostitutes or do they?
<I going first to share my idea>
Because Prostitute know better sexual techniques, learn how to make the their clients reaching the peak of heaven. (sorry for my English)
(Just joking but it is true! Though I have never been with any prostitute at all.)
Because they can get it when they want it, at a fair price. Cheaper than jewelry, dinner, a house, a car, a marriage…
good points..you guys hit on the the most common points…but keep going
yes this is true, but i think it goes deeper than that 
It could be to conveniently satisfy their genetic needs to procreate with as many partners as possible.
eh, i’ve heard that one mostly from feminists, but to me that seems a very weak argument…i mean even the best players eventually settle down…if men truly do want to sleep with as many women as possible, then the thought of any man settling down would go against that theory?
I think combination of sexual technique,multiple partners oh and here’s my big vote less drama.(unless you get busted!!)
Sometimes guys just want sex no strings attached,sometimes they just want to get off and masturbation frankly gets old after awhile.
Girls well sometimes we get more invested emotionally than we should over sex.
Just my opinion everyone is different and does things for different reasons.
Because it’s an affair without the emotional element, because it’s ‘dirty’ and because we are ruled by our genitals.
There is also some credence to the argument that, on a subliminal level, marriage is a form of prostitution, it’s still a guy paying for sex, the payment being security, flat screen tv, diamond earrings,whatever else comes to mind. Does a male lion defend a pride of females if they won’t breed with him? No, he risks injury or death in fighting off other males just for the chance to procreate.
Interesting.. that getting busted part might also play a major role though. They know their not supposed to be with a prostitute and that they could get busted at any minute. That adrenaline rush may be an addictive stimulus which keeps pulling them back in, no pun intended, but I do agree with Electra, it is most likely a multifaceted issue; Good points by the way.
interesting…but no one has really talked about the psychology of it..
ok i’ll give you guys my take on it and we can go from there:
here it is…the main reason why i think men love prostitues is because it relieves uncertainty…yes that does require lots of explaining so here i go…
people, no matter the gender, hate uncertainty in life..hence the old saying “people fear the unknown”…now lets take a look at what dating is like to men for a second:
so…here you are a man, trying to get to a specific destination, but on your way you’ve got all these milestones of uncertainty…it’s like watching a messed up indiana jones movie or something.
if people are truly afraid of the unknown then on some level going through all these steps in the “courting ritual” is essentially psychological torture for men.
in comes the prostitute…she gives you the total opposite of dating…she gives you peace of mind that you know what is going to happen and when, she basically takes away all of the unknown from the dating world.
I think more men than we could imagine end up getting no woman to live with or even don’t get any sex for most (or all) of their lifes. For these men, prostitutes are a way to get and experience something they wouldn’t get any other way in life (or so they might think at least).
Personally, I don’t think I love prostitutes. First - most prostitutes that have crossed my way didn’t really appeal to me, I’m just not into the typical outfit of them with tons-of-makeup and stuff. And second, somehow I can’t imagine paying for sex - it’s something that should be for free… 
A MARRIED MANS GUIDE TO WHORING
Living in todays society presents certain temptations, more so than possibly any other time on the planet.
Who wouldn’t be tempted! Even happily married men would find the enticements on offer difficult to resist. It only takes a whiff of perfume, the gentle touch of a hand touching an arm, a heart-melting smile, the sight of a young breast, to set the mind in turmoil and the hormones racing. They might innocently join friends or colleagues at a strip club or massage parlour just out of curiosity, but once they see the sexy, near-naked girls that quickly make them feel like the greatest man they’ve ever seen, no wonder thoughts go through their mind. When so much is available so easily and for quite a small sum of money compared to what you spend on your wife, no wonder men stray.
But is that necessarily a bad thing. No, not if it’s handled properly. A man on the prowl in his home town might be able to indulge a fantasy, do things with a girl he meets there that his wife would feel uncomfortable with. He can pay to do whatever he wants, as long as the girl is willing. As long as the girl is willing, please! Three naked girls in your room ‘taking care’ of you? No problem. A lesbian performance just for you? ‘No problem, I find friend and we go with you’. Some girls will do anything you can imagine and even things you’ve never thought of for the right fee. So the husband can relieve his frustration, live out his fantasy, and no harm is done. Rather than let his frustration build up at the delights he can see but not touch, causing growing resentment that his wife isn’t as sexy or as compliant as those he sees outside of the family home, he can relieve the pressure with some innocent fun.
However, there are rules to be learned and followed. It is very easy to become overconfident with your ‘freelancing’, and that can lead to trouble. Big trouble. Do you really want to break up a marriage, maybe a family, for a couple of hours of lust with a prostitute? Of course not. So, you need to keep your wits about you and plan things carefully so your wife is kept in the dark. But, with a mix of sex and alcohol, that is easier said than done. Things can easily get out of control and then the game is up.
Rules number one, two and three. Never, ever, give out your phone number. Ever, for any reason. That puts the girl in charge. She can call you at any time of the day or night, pester you with SMSs, become a real and dangerous pest if you don’t pay her the attention she feels she deserves or worse, you dump her. Your wife can pick up your phone at any time, hear a female voice asking for you, read a message of appointments from her, maybe when you’re in the shower or just forget and leave the phone laying around. A friend made that mistake once, gave his number not to the actual girl because her English wasn’t good enough for a conversation, but to her boss (at a chinese massage parlour). And eventually, because for one reason or another he hadn’t been able to meet up with her, the calls began. He intercepted the calls, but had to change his number. How do you explain to your wife why you are changing a perfectly good number. It’s not easy. So never, ever, give out your number. If you must call her, use a phone where you can’t be traced. Make sure you are in charge. You can call her, but she cannot call you. Or alternatively, maybe for setting up a meeting, you can send a text message using Skype. It doesn’t give your number, only your Skype name, and they are unable to reply.
Other things can easily give you away. If you go off for a short-time, make sure you know where the condom packet is afterwards. My friend once had a bit of a physical exchange with a young lady and search as he did afterwards he couldn’t find some of the wrapper. It was only a week later when he picked up the shoes he’d been wearing that night that he found the wrapper inside one of them. His wife could have spotted it at any time, picking up the shoes to clean them perhaps. How can you possibly explain away a condom wrapper in your shoe. Be careful.
Then there is the fact that these young ladies like to get up close and comfortable. After all, that’s the whole point isn’t it, a bit of snuggling up or better. But there’s a problem. Ninety nine times out of a hundred these girls are going to be wearing face powder and lipstick and maybe perfume. What is spouse going to think when she picks up your shirt for washing the next day and there are the tell-tale powder marks and maybe the smell of her that even your after-shave can’t dispel. What’s the answer? My own solution is to buy a cheap shirt that covers the one I go out in, and by having a regular girl at a couple of places I go to they keep the shirt in their locker for me for my next visit. But that won’t work if you go from bar to bar each time. Then you’d constantly be buying shirts and dumping them on your way home.
Another thing. Don’t keep any phone numbers of your secret Ho or favorite massage parlour, no matter how tempting that might be. Somehow, sometime, your wife will find it. Always. They’ll have a moment of feminine intuition and have a rummage through your wallet, or it will fall out of a book while she’s cleaning. Next, and it should be obvious, be discrete. Don’t get over-confident and careless and arouse any suspicion about what you are up to. Unless you really don’t care if you break up your marriage, continue to treat your wife the way she expects to be treated, with respect. Make her feel good about herself, and you, with little gifts perhaps, going out for dinner. Don’t do anything that even hints that you have found someone else that you also like to spend time with, someone that makes her feel she is second-best. Don’t be too eager about going out to ‘see friends for a drink’. Keep her happy, not suspecting a thing, and no harm is done. And finally, don’t get carried away and let your dick control your heart. Keep it as harmless fun and don’t even think of dumping your wife for a half-educated prostitute from a bar, no matter how sexy and attractive she is today. I’ll bet you that within a few weeks, months at the most, you’ll wonder what you ever saw in her.
There are probably different mindsets on the matter. The mindset you describe is probably quite common.
Another mindset might be the one best decribed in the movie Four Brothers. “You don’t pay them to have sex with you, you pay them to leave after”, or something to that effect.
good posts guys…it’s interesting i live in the US where prostitution is illegal except for one state that is hundreds of miles away and even then it’s ridiculously expensive. I’ve asked my coworkers if they would ever go to a prostitute and the answer was a quick “yup”. no time needed to even think. so i’m curious i wanna hear from the guys that have actually done it…what are your stories? what events in your life led up to your choice?
are hookers really cheaper than dates?
were you having a hard time finding women so went the alternate route?
were you trying to escape something from home/wife?
The answer is simple.
1 hour with a prostitute - $200 (price copied off of Craigslist’s erotic section)
Parking at the hotel - $15
Gas to drive there - $3
Walking out with a goofy smile - PRICELESS
Smirking at another guy walking in - MORE PRICELESS
Plus, there’s knowing that you can achieve all that with a simple phone call. I myself have some sort of a mental block about paying for it. (I’d rather find someone I have a good chance with on a dating site.) But I still think it should be legal, so people who want to pay for sex don’t have to worry about being robbed, ripped off, or arrested. (And I’m sure that a dark alley isn’t the most comfortable place for sex anyway.)
Yes I have, twice, several years ago.
First time I was away from home, bored and horny, won some money on the horses and facing another night in a faceless hotel room, rang an incall service, 20 minutes later I was met by a 11/10 babe who, to be blunt, knew what she was doing. It was a business transaction, I exchanged £50 for around 45 minutes of mind blowing sex. £50 wouldn’t even buy you a decent dinner these days.
Second time was when I was single and bored of masturbation, no intention of getting a girlfriend, had a few drinks and made a semi drunk decision to go to a massage parlour, nothing exciting, not as good an experience as the previous one but better than nothing.
I would never, however, go near a street prostitute, over here they are nearly all heroin addicts and won’t think twice of nicking your wallet or phone.
cause bitches be crazy 
well duh 
care to elaborate?