Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Moved, but not convinced

Finally, the documentary about trafficking in the US was made and released in 2017. On this net neutrality day, I would like to comment; I doubt if I would bother anymore if nobody will be paying to come across my opinion in a thousand years.

There are two brave victims coming forward. I can only comment on one of them; the type of girls I could have met in my turf.

I am totally moved by her experience. I understand why so many State Attorney Generals want to close down Backpages. Now I'm for it. It was closed earlier in the year with fanfare. I did know the CEO was arrested. I think lawsuits are still going on.

Previously, I wasn't against closing down BP but I doubt about the effect. What's the point when they shut down Craigslist, people move to BP? Girls who advertise on BP are seen as inferior in my turf. More like desperate. Red Book was shut down because people were involved in offline activities. But if you close down BP, is the whole internet escort business at risk? That I have to defend.

I recall I might have read about the victim before. She was like kidnapped at random and then sold for sex on BP long term. At the time I think this is the exception and there's little to do with selling sex on the internet. It is the random act of kidnapping an all-American girl that would outrage any Americans, making US into a 3rd world country. Be it for sex or anything else. LE will solve it the best they can. And they did. But it was the parents who kept searching online and recognized her ad.

I still think this case is the exception than the rule. But the authorities and the media failed me. Why would they try to convince people that there is a large-scale trafficking going on? The facts don't justify the numbers. The results of raids also justify my thinking. When LE managed to catch dozens of people, most likely they couldn't find any trafficking victims. And when they claim they have one or two, they fail to provide details.

Instead, they should concentrate on the victims. One is too many. The documentary did a good job, other than the routine claim on the scale of the problem. There is also the story of a flight attendant who rescued a trafficking victim. So you might ask if she is the brightest FA in the land or trafficking by air is so rare?

Often criminals are so stupid that they plot their own inevitable demise. Even in 3rd world countries, there are so many ways to get girls working there's no reason for outright kidnapping. Even criminals have their code of conducts.

The criminals who kidnapped the victim should have thought that family and friends and supporters of the victim will search for her until the world ends and that every LE will go after them with or without daughters of their own. Even worst for the criminals, every state AG went after the big money too ending in the collapse of an empire. Now, who will be punished severely by all the pimps on BP who lost big money?

Maybe the CEO was thinking like me too. One exception doesn't justify shutting down the whole business, "helping" so many people. It doesn't matter for me though. I don't use it.

Without BP, it will be harder to make big money and there is less motive to become traffickers. I'm all for it. But then will the die hard traffickers hide the victims down the 18th level of hell?

Now CityVibe has been trying to copy Craiglist and now is pretty much like BP. What's the difference in principle? What can CV do if people move their ad to CV? CV even tried to start it's own review site. It was closed and rumors have it that they were warned by LE that would be crossing the line by playing both sides.

Reviews are actually a good thing. You cannot move around without trace when you depend on words of mouths. People don't just want a piece of prime cut meat. You all know about GFE. The private emails I receive for comments were amazing. "Is she passionate?"  WTF!? I don't know you and I don't know how you look and how you smell. You may be lucky if she even agrees to kiss you.

BTW, this may be a better way for reviews. I don't use TER anymore. You can't get the whole truth for public comments. It's better than nothing but I get bored about the person before I met her. The other site basically allows you to make a positive reference, and negative too. For details, you are encouraged to talk privately. Those who refuse to talk are very suspicious one way or the other. The site gets money by charging for the PM's and of course, the classifieds.

I noticed recently that CV is deleting the amounts from the advertisements. It is a big inconvenience because you know that the pictures are fake when they charge for $180 an hour. And before that previously popular words like GFE was all missing.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Bucket List

It may not be good because I have none. My little celebration on an average day may be on other's bucket list. That is when I have money to spare.

I spent trunks of my life being local around the globe. I've been to exotic places in people's dreams but I have no desire to return. It was overrated. I have a habit of roaming the world with my heart detached. If you want to go somewhere for the honeymoon, saved up years for somewhere, that's where your heart is. Without that, it would be more awesome to spend quality time with your kids.

I've also been to the Islands several times. I didn't look forward to it except the first time many years ago. And I have seen worse. A lone man checked in right before us. Apparently, he has nothing much to do for his vacations. He checked in the same hotel every time, alone.

What always gets me is the kids of Make a Wish Foundation. Little people have little desires. They may be happy going to Hawaii or Disney when they would be missing so many things average people take for granted.

Maybe I would be more like the woman in Five-O. Found some soul mate to accompany her on the last leg of her journey and got married. Visited friends and family. Guest appearance in her old friend's club when she could have started the career of a singer. A speed ride on a police car with sirens on.

Yes, I do wish and expect to have grandkids. But that would be one step at a time. After spending time with my kids, my dad told me the next step would be seeing the little boy carrying his backpack into kindergarten. He never made it. But I'm sure he had few regrets. His life story is rich and colorful and he went through it successfully with flying colors.

The one people I admire is David Bowie. Yes, he is very successful and he changed the world. I don't care much about that because I'm not his big fan. I wish I could be like him, prepared well for the eventual mortality. All his loved ones are well-taken care of. He had time to reflect on his mortality and made an album for it.

Hopefully, I'm far from preparing for the end of my journey. But being idle than I used to be got me thinking about things. I always told myself I have few regrets and I'm ready to leave anytime. An eternal rest will be fine for me. But with more thoughts into it, it would be hard to say goodbye. It's OK if there's afterlife too. I could meet my dad and my dog. That's why religion is so attractive. I don't care much about heaven and hell because like puppies in a house full of dog food, I don't have to be mean and struggling. I have few enemies if any. My mistakes are childish and self-inflicting.

The reason for being idle is that, what's the point of fucking other women when you found a model material? I've memories of a few, but two belongs to the type who would suck and wouldn't let go if you let them. The 1st time I was shocked. So I went to see her again in days. After I satisfied all my desires within her limits, I would like to see her again but there's always tomorrow. Then she was gone. The next time I saw her I was out of it. Her face didn't match her perfect body.

The recent model material is less perfect but more natural. Again I was shocked into seeing her again in a week. I bathed her and kissed (actually with tongue more like licking) her everywhere I wanted. I had to say it again, her legs are awesome. Why would I see anybody again? She didn't charge that much more. If she charged anymore she would be waiting for calls most of the time instead of working full time. That's player's economics 101.

But why I don't see her more often? What else is there to achieve? If I'm horny she is the best choice. I usually got horny when I think about sex and watch pretty pictures of the classified kind. But there's no point because she beat them all. If I repeat I could wait when I have a better schedule or I have more money to spare. She isn't the type that will get into more personal relationships like Chanel. She is your girlfriend, but not after the hour.

But then Chanel is not at all easy. I had time and money and got her personal number at the end after an on and off relationship. I'm not currently in the position to win her over. Even if I am, I might be trying those sugar baby websites. I just like adventures.

And there are always many other ways to have fun. Like my private video star. I could zoom in where I'm licking kissing. I asked for takes after takes when I wasn't satisfied with my DFK performance. And then there were the little friends with tits that I couldn't let go of, whether it is my fingers or lips. And then there's the fuller body model material that I could bang her bending down. I watched every minute of it at the mirror in a perfect alignment with the dresser she was bending down on. In the end, I made so many noises like in a tug of war.

Monday, July 03, 2017

Kono

CBS, I'm not renewing your All Acess without advertisement for the new season. After all, I subscribed to you because after binge watching 6 seasons of Hawaii 5O on Netflix, I decided to follow the 7th season directly on CBS. If I waited, I would have started season 7th now.

Now that Kono is gone,  it's not the same anymore. I don't have a crush on her but she's the most pleasing to the eyes of all the regular cast. Being able to wear a bikini helps. Watching her growing through her prime years made her family. And I am not watching anymore out of respect.

I watch the first few episodes of 5O live, maybe just two. Then I forgot all about it. I cut TV and movies. I remembered she was so fresh and young. I remembered her smile and of course bikini. But I doubt if a cast like this can survive the 1st season. Her chests are small and her face is asymmetric Maybe enough Americans have good taste.

After I binge watched Burn Notice and then some, I remembered five-o. I was so surprised that the series was thriving, and was still going strong. You know, it's not exciting to binge watch series with one or two seasons, just to watch them going down.

Damn it, if I only knew. I went to the islands 4 times but I never went to Oahu. 3 of the times it was the season break and I could have visited the set. Whenever I picked the islands, I asked myself, "why would I go to Oahu? To visit Pearl Harbor?" So I never went there. But Pearl Harbor memorial stares at me whenever I watch.

Looking back, the first season began to look like a low budget production as time went on. But then things began to look better and better. They wrote their own music, big guest stars, expensive sport car sponsors. It's a long way from Burn Notice where they drove small Hyundais. I suppose they have other big sponsors like the local hotel chains.

I think the director has a crush on her, and he like small chests. All of the females do not have big chests. Kono always got hits left and right, from the super rich villains to the ordinary geeks.

I can safely say Kono made history as a cop in a bikini on a surfboard pursued a female criminal in a bikini also on a surfboard. And the chase resulted in an arrest on the waves.

She also defeated a guided bullet intended for McGuyer, by blocking its path with her bulletproof vest.

She held her big guns well and her fight scenes were all OK. If you want to see how bad it can be, see the director of CIA in McGuyer in season 1. She was fired before the end of the season.

Not only is she a sharpshooter, she is a fast shooter too. Coming out of a bag, she shot about 6 guys with guns surrounding her before they can fire a single round.

She was obviously on and off in season 5. Maybe she was negotiating her salary or she was pregnant. She would appear for a short while in some indoor scenes far from Hawaii. I was so happy that she came back full time. But then not for long.

A hui hou, my darling.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

The kisser

After I discovered the model, there are few reasons not to see her again and again. But it just needs the 2nd visit to satisfy my leg fetish for the time being.

Since I can't get away for the whole hour easily, that's a good excuse. I even solicited a few girls to do a very early morning session but all failed.

Incidentally, the model was off that weekend so I asked for recommendations from the agency. It was a total disappointment and the pictures were so blurred that you cannot argue that they are fake. She is all natural with a teen slim figure, though her face looks 30. Her body, with nice skin, wasn't bad at all but nothing stand out compared to the model. In addition, she wasn't beautiful nor cute.

Very soon she grew on me. Her body not only looks alright but nice to touch. She is, I would say, well groomed, so every part of her is appetizing. Somehow she must have known her popularity as compared to the model; she was very humble and eager to compensate with her actions.

She would go up and down the bed to find better positions to please me. But then I suspect that she was using delay tactics to avoid early penetration when she wasn't ready. Indeed, she seemed to be afraid of my cock.

Mrs Player seems to have a hunch that I was preparing for the next day. Maybe a few more seconds of brushing or the mouth rinsing. It was the occasion, once in a blue moon, that she kicked me and demanded for sex. If I turned her down it would be big trouble. Unlike Chanel, I have not a lot of incentive to turn her down. After all, if I were not horny enough, I wouldn't have book another woman to release my frustrations.

So, the next morning, my cock was erect and invincible, no matter how she tried to tame it. Running out of things to do, she brought out a condom and rode on me, so I couldn't move much and do damage. She was right to fear because I felt tight inside her. Once she warmed up, I did a lot of things, harder and harder until I came again! Not a bad date when you were short of time.

Because the agency disappointed me, so I went for another one going by my instinctive reaction to the pictures. I was so desperate that I emailed a scan of my driver license for screening purposes. Of course, crucial information other than my real name is redacted so that my ID cannot be stolen if some hackers got the data.

Before that, an agency rejected me based on my recent inactivity. I wasn't that inactive but that agency doesn't play like others. That's why this time I agreed to be screened so I could book at the last minute in an awkward time in the morning.

This date was even more disappointing after the trouble I went through. Everything is average despite her pictures, which is obviously fake. But if you believe that some pictures and some reviews are too good to be true, your chance of hitting the VIP model will be slim.

She wasn't pretty, not ugly, but good at some angles. She wasn't tall, nor short with a little plumb, as compared to model thin. She breasts are all natural with decent shape and size, but just not appetizing to my taste.

She wasn't even friendly to start with, probably sensing that I wasn't that pleased with her. But things just started to coming together when I tried to kiss her. She was rather responsive and soon I was kissing her non-stop. I did pause from time to time to see if I was over doing it. She didn't mind at all, or so it seemed.

There wasn't much to do after the VIP model. This one doesn't have the legs to look at, her breast, pussy, and ass aren't that outstanding. So I kissed her more. And I gave up some of my favorite positions to spend more time right on top of her. Kissing and fucking are more than the sum of parts. Time and time again, I met girls who weren't that receptive to kisses but turned their lips to mine to be kissed, sucked and tongued, while I was fucking them senseless.

On my way out, I thought that was the end of it, our relationship, until she opened the door a little bit, turned to me, lowered herself a little backward, tightened her lips a little, asking for a kiss. Did she have enough already? I hesitated a tiny bit because I was surprised. She wasn't asking for a peck on the face or a dry kiss. It had to be a wet kiss. And so I obliged cheerfully.

That did the trick. Against all the other temptations, I found the time and saw her the next week.


College tour

Imagine it was time taking Rebecca Moody to pick her colleges! It was a drill so the place was familiar and the diversity was so much that I thought it was safe.

Unfortunately, two naive schoolgirls decided to tour on the same date. They are the reasons that I tried to stay away from schools. They really stood above the crowd, at least 5'8, natural long straight blonde hair, young and pretty. They were in modest tops that I didn't have any recollection. And so were their shoes. Even if they were in slippers with beautiful toes, I couldn't have noticed.

They were in the standard CA hot pants, tight fit, short jeans. I couldn't notice anything else but their bare legs, light caramel tan, fat-free, far from having an eating disorder, the perfect BMI that I desire. The type of high school cheerleader that I am afraid of, the opposite of NFL types. You can say they are slim, small blondes, but tall Barbie dolls are just right.

They are not the loud type but like to walk quietly in front of the crowd. So, all I could remember was their two pair of legs, every step on their way. Even though their legs looked long forever, and they looked so tall, I realized that I was taller. I understood how smaller girls often told me that I looked so tall. And I could imagine walking shoulder to shoulder with them.

Before that, I have been trying to book that type. One is in her 20's with the right kind of hair, legs, and tits, but we have yet to meet because she can't do it in the early morning even with pre-booking. I told her that I was running out of excuses to see her in the day. I would reserve that for the sure thing, likely for a video shoot. Maybe she charged too much, too old with fake pictures, she wasn't around that much.

There are other blonde dolls, but they are tiny, which isn't a bad thing at all. But they are rather elusive, like turning up a bit and left.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Crossing Lines

I wondered how many Americans would want to watch the FBI version of the EU? I was right, not that much. A big American network was involved but they hardly screened it if any. It wasn't doing well in the participating EU countries either.

As for me, some of the European cast is cooler than the FBIs. The locations are pluses. In the US there are only cities and small towns. They also travel in style. Yes, the FBI also have their planes for travel, but the ICC team also has copters to go across countries.

Donald Sutherland is good but him running around like 007 is too much. The cast seemed to be unstable throughout the seasons. Some characters were killed before they were developed. It's not surprising that it was ended at the 2nd season. Netflix could have made it great starting from the 3rd. They tried but didn't get anywhere. The story line is a lot more interisting to me than many of the Netflix originals.

Critics critized that the ICC unit was fake. But it was a fiction! Are any FBI drama based on real stories?

Sadly, what was left is a Facebook page where the cast was promoting it hoping for another season as a Netflix original.

The worst compulsive watching TV series

Of course, it is "How to get away with murder" or something like that. I regret clicking on it and watched the 1st episode. It was so different and so compulsive to watch. The story line is a bit tedious if you only watch it once a week. For binge watching, you can always get as far into the story as you want. But I was wrong.

The story got old quickly. But they always bring up something totally unexpected so you know you are not getting any nearer to the end of the story in that episode. But that's not the problem. Either the writers have an ideology to promote or they just want to torture people because they can.

The gay couple is lovely but not the gay sex. Why would I want to watch gay sex when I'm 120% straight? Why can't they bring a Lesbian couple? Are you torturing me?

The lead lawyer is supposed to be the Venus, every man and woman want to be in love with her. But she is totally out of shape, old and ugly when the wigs and makeup were taken off on screen. Did they deliberately want to torture people? Did they want to find out how much they can get away with? No women wanted the job?

Appearance isn't the problem. I have to watch the Lesbian sex and when I have to turn my eyes on the black guy's gorgeous abs instead of her body and face.

Just when you don't think that the story cannot be any longer, they manage to have at least another season. Too bad, I'm not interested in the ending when I have to watch so many torturous sex scene.

Leverage

I missed this little gem a few times because the introduction to the series didn't spike my interest. It looked like a white collar special crime unit taking on big corporations. It didn't seem realistic, which is one of my requirements.

I didn't remember how I rediscovered it. Maybe I clicked on it and soon found out that it was a team of cons. It satisfied a few of my binge watch requirements. It was the McGayer of cons, like Burn Notice as the McGayer of spies. I don't know if the writers consulted masterminds but I was willing to be conned into the series.

I think the producers made sure that every character is lovable and easy on the eyes.  And the actors delivered, including the thief. It was such an easy to watch time filler or waster.

I would think the Mastermind and the Grifter were veteran actors. The Hacker is doing it just right. And who wouldn't want a Muscle in their team who can knock anybody out in seconds? And he is a womanizer who can charm every woman that you don't dream of? The Thief may be a difficult character but soon anybody else will try to work with her on her feelings or lack of it.

After 5 seasons on a lesser network, it's respectable to retire. Any more will be too tedious. The formula without annoying long term threads serve them well but there can only be so many variations you can do on the cons.

I didn't see the end coming. Usually, there are hints when the season comes to an end. The formula in the last episode didn't change a bit until I saw the team dying. It was a happy ending after all. But I feel that the ending was a bit rush. The formula con had to be the main thing and the ending added little to it.

Spoiler alert. It was just another episode except for a minute that the Mastermind proposed to the Grifter all of a sudden and they rode into the sunset, leaving the rest of the team to carry on the torch.

The writers did leave something memorable - a secret black book that documents all the guilty parties in the financial crisis of 2008, when the series started. And it was the heist of all times.



Saturday, April 22, 2017

Got hit again

At the supermarket checkout, I noticed a middle-aged woman in a skin-tight outfit. It was 3-quarter pants and 3-quarter sleeves where you hardly notice when the sleeve ends and the skin starts. I carefully observed that her line was the shortest before I joined her.

I moved around too much and I'm automatically sensitive to these things. The local population is quite cosmopolitan and I'm often being noticed in a good way. But the problem is when somebody recently relocated here from nowhere. It was coincident that I followed her out of the checkout and into the customer service area. She was a young wife wearing something comfortable but you couldn't say tight, short or revealing. She was just uncomfortable when I was standing behind her in the line. If it wouldn't look more awkward I would have stood a few more feet behind her. It was difficult to show that you are uncomfortable with the man standing behind you but she did. Finally, when I got to the counter the agent reduced my pain by joking that the color of my stuff that required special internet order was worth the wait. I proudly showed off my internet order leaving the store.

She was probably in her 40's with little makeup on, probably coming straight from the yoga / slimming joint a few doors away. But her body is really something considering her age. Of course, the tightness help but her butt and breasts looked so good. Not only that, you know 3-quarter anything was so hard to wear when you don't have a model body.  She doesn't but she looks good on it. I would hit it given the chance.

Maybe she noticed that I looked impatient checking the line length of the other checkouts constantly. I just didn't want to check out her butt all the time. She noticed that a new checkout was opened and told me helpfully. Why would she notice anything about me at her back? Why would she bother?

Maybe it was my colorless gray sagging pants. It was a nightmare to keep it on my waist all the time but it was worth it for my legs looking great. Maybe it was my well worn blue T-shirt that needed the whole factory to stitch the very few visible seams. Of course, my sagging breasts and beer belly weren't visible in any way. Maybe it was my voluminous long stylish hair that many alpha males cut themselves. I think my little salt and pepper looks good but maybe it was my Clark Kent glasses that made me look like a college freshman or single father getting lost in the supermarket.

She cared enough to start a conversation but I was never good at it. More, if I had an hour to spare I would have booked something. You know what I mean!

I took each fire alarm down, in turn, to listen to the one that gave out the low battery scream. I could have replaced the old 9V battery but then I found out that the alarm was 10 years old. So it was made about the time when I went to Argentine. I only remembered that they were cheaper single sensor types because I was saving money for the non-critical areas; I have different types of alarms.

For about the same money I ordered two new ones with dual sensors that use rechargeable AA batteries. Fire alarms are supposed to be replaced every 10 years. I could try those with 10-year batteries but I don't trust them much. Maybe next time. Looking forward to the next 10.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Where are they now?

Over the years I have some acquaintances in the blogging community. I stopped checking on them years ago partly because I don't want to find out that more blogs becoming graveyards. Partly because Facebook killed RSS and to some extend blogging.

For the same reason, I deleted my blog roll many years ago; it would be counterproductive if it contained lots of deserted blogs. And since Google killed Reader, I didn't have the records to visit my dear old acquaintances. But I still have a list in Blogger that contains blogs in Blogger only.

It's not surprising that many bloggers had stopped. I myself could have stopped many times and still may stop all of a sudden. The most active blogger seems to be blogging her totally new live for as long as I can remember. It's hard warming to see that some book authors are still blogging.

In this business, the opposite sex always tries to take advantage of each other. This is a very individual game so it's hard to agree how to best play it and form fan clubs. It's not easy to "friend" each other and follow each other closely. That's why I still like this Blogger format.

This is my own private corner of the Internet. In five years you may wonder what happened to this guy and you can come back to visit. You may catch up on my new adventures or it might become as dead as my own shrine until Google decides to kill old blogs.

There's no easy way to follow me. Google Reader replacements are either too simple or too complicated or too expensive (not free). So I linked this blog with Google+ to make it possible to follow. But we have to use Google+. RSS is about cooperation but FB got powerful enough to kill it. Google agrees that RSS is dead and didn't even fight. I wonder does AdWord makes any money at all?

Instead of wondering where are you guys now I will tell you where have I been. The publishing of the Argentina trip was supposed to be the start of my memoir. Should I say it was time to hang up the condoms? I remember very well that I got Emma's call in the first few days checking on me. It happened that I was on a compatible network but I didn't pay for international roaming. I could see her number but couldn't answer.

Before that I wrote a lot of things all over;  they are of course as "popular" as this blog :-( For a memoir I wanted people to read so I took some effort on the readability and the topics. If you find that unreadable and uninteresting, you can imagine what my other writings were. Even when I wasn't doing it, I still enjoying writing about it.

Over time, it's less about keeping friends and readers but more about myself and my past relationships, particularly Chanel. You need inspiration and motivation to keep writing. Incidentally, I was invited to write a textbook very early on in my career. The typesetting tech wasn't there yet and it would be a nightmare. More important, I have to keep my Professor for the heavy grammar editing I needed and hence his whole group will all be authors in my book. I could do it all by myself but it would take years and I had no clue how those publishers work. At the time I was worrying where my next meal comes from and how to get a real paycheck.

I regretted turning it down by not replying. It's so much worthwhile if only to put it on the bookshelf to remind Mrs Player that I'm not a fake and I'm a big deal to somebody.

Of course, if money and time allow and when the opportunity arises I will do it all over in a heartbeat. That's what I did and always enjoy writing all about it. And since my old readers and new readers will be few and far between, I naturally let my guards down and revealed more of my individuality. I apologize for your lost inside my own soul searching.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Looking back

You just can't avoid looking back when you always tell yourself to move on. Every year there is the dreaded tax return. You just can't forget about the good years especially the bad years. Worse, with software expert systems, your list of returns aren't hidden somewhere at the corner of the garage.  Hitting the wrong button and the list are right in front of you.

Sometimes it's the number that hit you, for example, 1999. Other times, it's the pattern. For several years in a row, the returns were well engineered online mostly with hefty refunds. Other times, they were done on the PC because the online servers were long closed for the tax year. Because two or more years of returns may be done at the same time, it's not easy to switch back to the online version even though the latest tax year was current.

I was in a good mood today because, for the 1st time in several years, all my tax return were current, including the payments. I'm also in a mixed mood because I'm not so sure about my prior tax years.

Anyway, let's look back at something interesting. Now it's much easier to find your dream girl than a decade ago. They are also more affordable because of competition. I would say the price is the same; you wish it were true for real estates.

Now that I am not prepared to keep regulars I ventured to see the hot VIP model I failed to book several times. But I am more interested to see cute teeny girls like Chanel II torturing themselves riding on me. And when they think it's over, I carried on the torture on top or at their back.

Everything I saw and heard about Vipe is true, and better. At 5'10 barefoot, she is a model material with properly enhanced boobs and possibly bottom. A slender figure with nice limbs and long legs. She is pretty without much makeup. The better part is that at first glance she looks more like a cute teen than a full blown model.

If she sounds perfect, she is. I can think of few girls with such a perfect body but they are not as pretty or not as cute. I can't recall anybody with those pair of long legs. But even if I can remember, I bet no one has her perfect butt, waist and legs combination.

What she does is amazing. She would take off her heels to start a lap dance. With my limited strip club experience, she is one of those strippers who would cause a riot when she comes out of stage for the 1st time. That lap dance alone worth her VIP price.

She satisfied my leg fetish wet in the shower and then dry on the bed. The same went for my butt, feet and toes fetish. She has a habit of sucking my index finger so I returned the favor and then some.

She kisses and with tongue but there wasn't any earth moving. Sometimes it happened for the 1st DFK. More often it is the 2nd. Other times it never happened unless you went all the way for number 43.

She is very generous with her blowjob. I wasn't prepared much and I felt vulnerable. I had to stop her until I knew she knew how to handle the sensitive me.

Since I first saw her, I was aiming for a one-legged bend over finish but I couldn't find anything of suitable height in her room. Maybe next time I'll ask her out in the living room.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Aluminum Anniversary

Looking back at my blog, I published the down under journey to Argentina in the summer of 2007! Since then, I haven't one day without hits from that Gawker story, even now that the site is dead as a gravestone.

It's not yet summer but I it was summer when I was in Buenos Aires. It was December 2006. So, with some compromises on each end, I declare that the Aluminum Anniversary is upon us.

What inspired me is Buffy's Anniversary. I don't share much with her but she must be having a great time on hers, looking backward and forward, but mostly backward. I do have a little story about us, The Player vs Buffy, but it would be for another day.

I'm happy to say I'm still fully functional in 2017, lol. Just the last weekend, after I dropped off my kids for their extracurricular activities, I had a little extracurricular thing for myself. Before picking them up, I went to see a hot model for the 3rd time. But she was fully prebooked.

Surprisingly, my 3rd choice turned out to be schoolgirl material that I wasn't looking for. She is all natural, thin with delicate curves that I liked. But her lack of makeover on her face made her look a lot older than her body at over 30 years old.

Very likely I was her first of the day. She proceeded very carefully after she saw my full erection. At first she was showing off her oral skills. Then she must be enjoying it very much. Later, she must be trying to get me to the edge so as to lighten the workload on her pussy. But after a while, I had the feeling that I was invincible. I let her mouth loose to do whatever she wanted when I remained tough like a steel rod, enjoying every moment of it.

She could have sucked me for the whole hour but realistically she had to let me in. Very carefully, she got on the saddle like a cowgirl. She was warming up slowly and gradually. Then she rode faster and harder. But I wasn't worried. I arched my back a bit so my steel rod was fully inside her.

Once she was warmed up the anxiety on her face evaporated. I could do pretty much any position I wanted. Maybe it was tough after all when you have to be repeated stabbed by a steel rod. We somehow ended up in a reverse missionary. It couldn't be my idea. In addition, she was starting to charge like me when I was on top. I knew time was about up.  Usually, she could finish me this way but not that day. I got back on top that did the job.

It could have been an explosive finish but I ran out of ammunition. After I pre-booked, I must have been cleaned up myself thoroughly and I was oozing with sexuality. The next morning when I put my hands near Mrs. Player's sensitive areas, she didn't resist at all. It was once a blue moon phenomenon so I proceeded to take off all her clothes and fucked her good.

I did think of being silly to have sex with her before the session with an escort. But I took the risk that the 1st round would help the 2nd round. It did beautifully but my cock itself should deserve most of the credit. With Chanel it's different. I would have avoided any sex for the week if I booked her. But usually it was Mrs. Player who wanted sex and it would be very suspicious and disastrous to turn her down.

Tuesday, March 07, 2017

Things to Do in Buenos Aires Without Your Wife



This is the article in Gawker that made me famous, relatively speaking, now reproduced in its entirety. RIP.


Monday, March 06, 2017

The Player vs the Biker

While we were walking into the motel room, a biker caught up with us and demanded, "I want to have a threesome."

Now you can imagine how hot my girls are. Do you remember the time when I brought the 19-year-old Rapunzel with ass length straight blond hair into a roadside convenient store buying condoms and asking for the direction to the nearest motel? The teen boy storekeeper looked at me like I was a god. This girl was her friend. Instead of Disney hot, she was biker hot.

She had a teen skinny body and she could paint herself into a Princess with the box she carried. I didn't like her much because she always pretended to be low mileage high maintenance when I knew she was the opposite. But she was a good fuck. I got wild when I got her tiny teen body under me missionarily, pumping her pussy and sucking her mouth non-stop. When I took my breath she asked, "Are you done yet?"

The phrase could destroy any erection but I'm the Player. What do you expect? I got even wilder and we mated like a pair of dolphins. I was on top and didn't need any help. She could be hiding her pleasure when she turned her face away, refusing to let me suck her. But I wasn't offended and praised, "You are sooo tiny!". She made me feel like I didn't pay her enough for what I did or the pleasure I had. With her, I always felt I was the mark. If I ever got hooked on her she would cost me dearly one way or the other.

I always wanted her to be Princess Nasty. She got the body and the face. If only she could blow me bare, unload completely in her mouth, spit out or swallow. That would be priceless at the time.

Being the Player, I calmly gave the biker a firm no immediately, even though he looked the part with all the right gears; even though I might have seen his bike outside of their room ten yards away. Yes, it is "they"; he was not alone.

The biker turned his attention to my girl, thinking that she might be street wiser. But the answer was the same. She treated him as if he's a nuisance and crazy and shut the door undramatically. I never thought about it ever since the door was closed until I binge watched the Son of Anarchy.

The motel did have a little inland California feel because many girls hanged out a bit away from the coast when they are not working; the rent is cheaper.

Honestly, the biker wasn't threatening. He was more fat rather than big. He seemed to be more like begging than demanding. And he knew he sounded crazy when he asked. Above all, I didn't know anything about the biker culture. Only until a couple of years ago, I don't know that they are capable of a shooting war between over a hundred people.

I could tell by his face he was sex craved, needing to jerk off immediately like any men. I am sure I would look the same when the right porn moment hit me. His stimulation would be my hot girl walking into the motel room with me, obviously going to have sex the moment when the door close, in a hot desert afternoon. That was why he looked silly instead of threatening.

I was drawn to the series but I am not planning to watch more than a season or two. It would be different if I live in a more rural area closer to the settings.

I was impressed when the doctor came back to her hometown to hide from her stalker, only to be protected by the biker and his arch enemy the deputy sheriff. They all went to the same high school. The gangster mom held fundraising events for the school, just like for any other school in the land, long after her kids left.

And when the undertaker agreed to help to supply two dead bodies, instead of money he wanted the girl he had a crush on since high school. And the biker delivered.

I went to the neighborhood school for a brief time, about a year for elementary school. It was similar to schools with just a number, or just the street name. But actually, I was quite happy there. The good students knew that I was transferred from an expensive private school. Having a business over there, others might know that my dad had to handle the underworld and survived.

It was totally different for high school. Students were from all over so there was no local attachment anywhere outside the school. All the memories left of the place were that of looking for affordable restaurants with least terrible lunches.

I was treated like royalty in elementary school without knowing it. The gangs would leave me alone. When I wanted to play wrestling at recess, they would let me jump the line, roughing me up enough but not hurting me at all even though I was a lot smaller than the other guy.

Even though everybody lived nearby, there was zero chance of meeting others outside school because of the population density. But since I lived there long after elementary school, I remembered I saw a guy who must have been initiated into a gang, selling snacks on the street. He didn't remember me or he pretended not to. I saw a girl selling vegetables in the local farmers' market. She must have remembered me because she went to hide and sent somebody to take her place. I pretended not to have spotted her to save her the embarrassment. I could imagine that over the years, many old classmates would have seen me, remembered me but wouldn't bother to greet me as I must have gone on to do great things while they barely hung on.

I might do the same if I spotted my old high school friends that were successful. But then we knew each other for at least half a decade and that we had a happy childhood. Indeed I met a friend on the underground. He just returned after university from abroad and got a high paying finance job. We were never close but I was still having his books at home that he asked me to sell before he left!

The fact was, we didn't have anything to say! I am always a man of few words. We didn't do much together. I was down but not out while he must be having his great moments. He was always the underdog in high school but now he turned the table. I didn't think he was rude to me nor he was trying to ignore me. I was always humble and nice to everybody and popular. I thought he was used to old "friends" trying to reconnect with him now that he was successful. And that he found no use for them anymore and ignored them for a change. I would think I was different; we just have nothing to say and he had a lot in his mind.

Indeed, all of the high school was supposed to go on to great things, even for the average underdog. But I didn't see myself sitting down in a clinic to see miserable patients all day long. If only I thought about the money and the women. The fact was if you tried to buy an umbrella near the school, the craftsman having spotted your broken one would insist on repairing it for you on the spot, free of charge.

I didn't know if my dad was short of money, sending me to the neighborhood elementary school. Or he knew that there was affirmative action for public school kids or a bit of both. He found the excuse to send me out of private school. Of course, I graduated top of the class for once in my life, probably setting the record for the highest achievement ever since at the school. But no one believed when I told them my ordinary scores while getting into the public high school that no money can buy.

But I wasn't doing too badly myself. I drove dad on cross country road trips in brand new luxury cars and SUVs, across the channel, and across the desert, along famous roads, highways, and streets that the average tourist can never dream of such local experience. In hindsight, dad would have been happier sightseeing cities and monuments that he had heard of. But I know he was happy enough and couldn't stop talking about it. My cousins told me that how happy he had been in his last years.

I am a bit surprised by so many familiar faces in the series. Can you believe it, "married with children"? Come back after so many years?

If they wrote in a hot biker girl permanently I might watch all the seasons. I am also happy to turn on the TV on schedule. But with the whole Netflix to choose from, I'll pass for now.



Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Burn Notice

After discovering my private porn star, I have been picky about calling anybody. Jade satisfies me in many ways without hesitation and I can video everything if I want to. I saved myself plenty of time.

Cutting my cords for so long, having extra time at hand, I indulged in binge watching for the first time. Immediately, I searched for the series that I missed when I cut the cords - Chuck of Buymore. Even though the series wasn't a big hit with many seasons, it was not included in Netflix or Amazon. It's not a good start when you have to pay for binge watching.

As I have said before, I'm very much into believable spy dramas. I enjoy dramas with multiple personalities, and the real life personality can be confused with the professional ones. The next one I thought of was Burn Notice, whose name I couldn't even recall. When I cut my cords, I was impressed by BN, being the McGyver of the spy world.
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I still remember I had some torrents of the series, and the only series. That was some years after I cut my cord. That was too much hassle and I was off TV altogether.

It was well written and credible. When you have to explain what you do when you are doing it, you can't keep churning out rubbish. Even though I never find Michael Western and Fionna sexy, I missed the series and this is the first one that I settled on binge watching.

Not only that they created climax after climax, season after season, they managed to carry on and on, when I thought they were going to end after the first few seasons. What else can you write when the couple refused to part and fight to the end under raining bullets? But they went on to complete season seven, the magic number. To get there the series have to be a hit, with a lot of loyal fans, and good actors that the audiences never grow tired of watching. And above all, decent writers to keep the plots going.

I like Western of course but I don't think he is acting well. Indeed, I pray for the scene to end faster when he encountered drama and have to act. I'm sure Fionna acted well since she is from the theater, but her character is too dramatic to the extent that I feel her exaggerating. But I like them.

Approaching the end, the couple's wish was to become ordinary people living in peace. I would think many people resonated, particularly the team who must have had a hectic life for the whole seven seasons. They made it finally at the end, a happy ending!

Kids and family are musts, even for a spy series.

Binge watching is like catching up with your life, catching up with what you have missed. I know we all have to learn to move on, but when you have the chance, why not induge in some nostalgia?

One thing I find it strange is that they were still using burner phones in the last seasons.  In one episode, they went through a lot of trouble to install a live video feed when they could just stick a phone there.

So I think they had written all the episode very early on, or their real spy consultants were old school, or just old.

It was a hard act to follow. I had a hard time to find the next target that is included in my Netflix and Amazon subscriptions.


Wednesday, January 04, 2017

The Italian trip

Finally, partnering with a girl who worth the extra fee, I made a nasty sex video with close up organs and mutual interactions.

I had a narrow window to make myself a happy new year. All my friends were not there that day. Even if they were there, making appointments early in the day without advance notice is a hassle; that will be true also for some hotties.

Without some obvious priority, picking would be hard work. Do you go for looks? Reviews? Popularity? And you have to tell the diamond from the fakes.

After a while, I decided to go with my instincts alone. I picked a thicker Baywatch type model, with blonde hairs to match. She looks sexy as hell all nude, front and back, standing up straight, maybe with a little twist of the ankle and feet. To me, safer bets are skinny spinner girls with smaller or flat chests.

A few times I picked full bodied women I ended up with a BBW bigger than her pictures. I also find hot Real Housewives with fuller legs sexy, but they may come with cellulite or stretch marks.

She wasn't even pretty to my recent standards but I went for sexiness. I hate thick eyebrows and the fake permanent ones are killing me. But she had the Brooke Shields look. I hate the eyes of cat woman look; either they have small ugly eyes or they are junkies. She did make her eyes beautiful to go with her eyebrows and she looks very healthy. She has thick lips with a nice and sexy outline so she doesn't need a bold lipstick colour to alter the look. Her face is perfect oval or almond shaped so every organ looks good on it.

Still, somehow I think she might be ugly, thick and short. But still, I went for her sexy as hell pictures.

On the first impression, I ended up with a Baywatch model but more down to earth. She did wear a lot of makeup to look good but not enough to feel like a photoshopped head or worry constantly about the cover being messed up.

The camera did make her legs longer but her young flesh is bursting out of her skin all over. The camera didn't do justice to her natural breasts; I would say they are smaller D sized. They didn't look too good on photo paper but once I got hold of them in my hands and mouth, I hate to let them go. The best is her full bottom between her killer waist and a well-proportioned pair of legs.

Immediately, she told me where to put the donations and showed me the bathroom for a shower. But I had the feeling that she was trying to sound like a veteran to cover her nerves. Or maybe she wanted to see the money first in the most professional way she knew.

When I was taking my time after undressed, she crouched onto me to start the blowjob. I sat upright to kiss her. She hesitated for a split second but accepted the mission gracefully. It started as a lingering light on the lips. I brought out the tip of my tongue and she reciprocated. I increased the suction and wrestled with her tongue. She didn't back away, which I would say "eager to please". My passion went high in that awkward sitting position so I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it to my lips for the full DFK. There was no resistance.

While sitting on my legs, I work on her breasts, left, right, left, right and then left ... She was frozen for me to do my things as if she was thinking, "Oh, not the left again. When will it end?"

She was blowing me without reservation but her hands were involved a little too much. That when I told her, "I forgot to do something first." It was her heavenly bottom. But first, I ate her, ate her legs, licked them a little and kissed her feet, a little plump but goes well with the rest of her. When I turned her over, I dived straight into the deep crack between her buttocks and buried my face there, surfacing occasionally to suck, lick and bite on her cheeks.

It was so good that I ordered the Italian on her menu. But she didn't understand. So I explained to her what I carefully checked out on the urban dictionary. Pam said she knew it but not the term for it; maybe because she was from up North. Also, I did it more often than I would admit but neither did I know the term until recently, that it was trendy to put it on the menu.

She took it calmly when I climbed on top of her back, stacking my tummy on her back, head to head, shoulder to shoulder, That is a contrast when some girls will worry about you raping their ass without cover when you are facing their backside. When I was cultivating fiercely between her buttocks with my mighty auger, she bent up all of a sudden like having an orgasm. My cock must have split her lips open down there.

"I am not trying to get in !", I assured her talking next to her ears. Obviously, she wasn't worried bout that and reverted to playing dead for me to do what I wanted.

That reminded me in my earlier career of the rip-off dancer who had a pear shaped body. I was so horrified when she started dancing that I stopped her immediately. It was the time when management put us two together in a room like gladiators. They were not legally responsible for what we do between ourselves as long as we didn't bring any weapons, absolutely no condoms.

Somehow I ended up sliding up and down on her big, exaggerated bottom. I was so into it when she suddenly asked, "Are you trying to fuck me?" I didn't even remember how it ended, probably a handjob.

I was wrong to say that Pam was playing dead. Actually, her head was up and turned around a bit so we always had some face time. "You are such a good girl!", I told her with my mouth on her cheek. Since her shoulder was a little up, I sent my left hand in to grab her left breasts. I am more used to grabbing with both hands when I am flat ironing somebody. But since her head was up, I found it more natural to put my right arms around her front. In the heat of the moment, my left hand would squeeze hard on her breast but my right arm would almost choke her neck. But she wasn't worried. I felt the connection between us because she was so at ease even at the beginning.

When we were cheek to cheek, me subtly swimming the dolphin style, I whispered into her ears, "Can I come?" As if she seriously meant it, her sexy voice said, "Yes! If you want to". I don't remember her exact words but they all say the same thing trying to be unique.

I would think we needed some preparations but she just laid there. Soon I came buckets between her buttocks. When the last drop came out, I rolled over to the clean side of the bed. She got up with a big smile on her face, "Very wet".

She went on to wipe the bed with my tower, complaining that, "I don't like white sheets because you don't know what's on them." She didn't talk too much but she was indeed honest and straightforward.

After cleaning up, I asked to take pictures of us naked as an excuse to leave her a good tip. She offered that on the menu. But she insisted selling me the full video package. I was a bit off guard. I only wanted a little souvenir to remember a job well done, not spending a lot for a short video. I knew she wanted the money but I walked out in good terms. I was late and there wasn't much time left. Sex was over and the last thing I wanted was just some naked video.

She was on my mind after the goodbye because I didn't know when we will meet again. She was new here, not local but lived not too far, and couldn't tell me when will be her next visit. I looked at her pictures in a new light. She does have a Baywatch body and she has a stylish and pretty face. I hate myself for not asking for a video first.

Of course, I love videos with me in action but the girls may have too many rules to be desirable. The prettiest blonde had to use her phone, sending me the picture after editing. I still haven't get it yet. Someone's idea may be letting you taking a naked video of them for a minute or two, posting solo all the way. And I bet someone would not allow their face to appear. Someone may want to hold your camera and take your video themselves.

She might be missing me too, turning up on the next Monday. I asked for an early morning appointment the next day but she is a night person. So I risk using up all the excuses for her, joining her in Sheraton for a very late morning coffee in her room presented by Starbucks.

I was a bit disappointed because her Baywatch hair was all tied up, her makeup wasn't stylish and beautiful as I hoped for, and she was in a morning robe. OK, never meet a night person in the morning. She wouldn't be ready. But she did ask me one hour before the appointment to confirm my attendance. That was enough time for her to put on her foundations, big fake eyelashes, and some tapes.

Even though we seemed to have some deeper connections, she still asked me to put the donation on the table up front. I did pay for a video without asking questions. Last time she said I can use my phone and she doesn't care what I shoot. That was good enough.

Just when I picked up my phone in hand, she was crouching on the bed like a pro, showing off her booty in front of me. I got close to her bottom with a phone in hand, almost pulling off her panty when I remembered I was coming for. It wasn't for videotaping a C-list porn star naked.

With videos by my side on my phone, I can tell you exactly what happened next. Instead of pulling her panty, I wet kissed her legs down to her slightly plump toes, licking them and sucking them. With my phone on one hand, I got more excited and nastier. I imagined myself watching myself sucking on her juicy toes. I praised her for not ticklish and then went no mercy for her toes and feet.

Because the tongue is such a small object, I remembered to turn on the selfie mode before going to the other end to DFK her.

I did have a problem in the morning preparation. I was prepared to shoot TWO videos, one close up on the phone and one on a camera mounted on a tripod. But I couldn't find the high end, compact camera and tripod set that I could almost carry in my pockets.  I could also carry them on my hand because that was tourist territory after all. But if I could have only one I will pick the phone; you will not miss.

I planned it many times in my mind. Not more than two seconds after our lips touched, I sent out my tongue. She understood what I wanted and sent hers out too. She really didn't care what I did with the camera; our tongues was licking each other in between vacuuming. At the time she was still crouching like a tiger, turning her head to receive my "kisses". Pushing her over, I climbed on top of her, changing into a more comfortable position to do the DFK. With the camera on, I felt more passionate, I did everything for longer and nastier. The good excuse was to do it for the camera; I paid for it.

Other than tongue licking tongue, the other fetish I would like to catch on camera was licking her armpits. Of course, not all armpits are sexy.  The bare armpit is a soft, vulnerable, pale, shy and sexy place. I got her armpit on camera and went for it. She was OK with everything but she couldn't stop laughing. I let her off but the reaction was priceless.

I enjoyed enough of her breasts last visit but this time it was totally different. As if holding a small mirror, I saw myself groping her hard and licking on her cherry. Finally, I pulled her panty and dived in.

I made sure to capture my tongue digging on her lips, and also my finger inside her. When I was struggling she offered to hold the camera for me. In hindsight, not only she held the camera, she was making sure to catch my lips eating her lips and my partial finger outside her pussy.

The next thing I had to do was spanking her, using my teeth, tongue and lips on her bottom. During all of that, she wiggled; it was so fantastic.

With the camera on, her blowjob was as good as anybody else. She was showing off. It made a lot of sense because it's impossible to forget her with a permanent copy and if I show it to my buddies it would be great advertisement. She is the sort of person not worrying I post her video on the internet. I don't understand but her home being up North may be the reason.

I complained to myself last time she was using too much hand. This time she went handsfree on her own accord. I was watching her on and off camera at the same time. When I watch again privately afterwards, my cock got so big that I had to vacate the toilet.

I asked her to ride me while I caught her bouncing breasts and her full frontal on camera. After I done what I sat out to do, I let go. What a way to go!

She was so comfortable on camera that I wondered if she was a porn star. Or maybe she was very much into me or felt I was totally harmless. She told me she did some photo shots and she majored in films if I got it correctly. "The female body is an art form", she said. I agreed but I wouldn't go there any further. All I wanted to know if she had done some porn before. I was polite not to use that word and she didn't use that word either.

We had a good conversation because it was a very cold morning and I was warm and cosy on the Sheraton bed even without a comforter on top. She was young and into travelling to more places than she had been. So I told her all about it.

She told me about her partying and asked me if I am a party animal. She even told me that she failed the driving test. Did I tell you she was into me? This time, her face was less pretty and a lot less stylish than her pictures. But I will have no problem driving her anywhere she wants to party together if I were single. I did tell her I have a family because it's hard to hide that I used up all my excuses on her after all.

It was money well spent. Next time I will concentrate on the penetration, on camera that is.

The Italian brought back memories long long before I knew what Italian was. First, before I had steady girlfriends, I did it occasionally on the comforter.

Then it was Mrs player at the starting of our on and off relationship over many years. I was so unsure and she was so young at about 16. I was such a good catch that I was approved by her family. I decided that if I had to walk away I would walk away void of guilty feeling. That's what the Italian was for. After all, it was a big upgrade on the comforter, lol.

We did everything except penetration of anything, not even her mouth. It was so nasty to put that monster into your cute girlfriend's mouth. We did it anywhere, tents, youth hostels, the back of the top deck of a bus and she was so keen to jump onto my bed naked.

When it was time to come, I would mount on top of her, try to a good traction between her legs and buttocks. I would work my cock up and then fire away. It was such good times. After the deed, she would have a sweet, satisfying or even wicked smile on her face. She was proud to have some good catch crazy for her. She was satisfied that I was totally satisfied.

She would also make fun of me from time to time, such as making a crude imitation of me at my climax and refer to the Italian position in many silly terms. Pam reminded me of her, so sweet, so at ease and so eager to please.

Managing your secret photo and video albums on the cloud

Following the Apple lead, Google Photos is going stupid too, turning upside down the way I manage my photo albums, especially the secret ones.

Apple doesn't understand backup or doesn't assume that you understand; at least I can't figure out how to backup your albums on an iPhone. So I guess that whenever people upgrade to a new iPhone, they have to buy twice the memory and carry all their albums for their entire life on the phone.

In the past, you plug your camera or phone into the PC, run some photo and video management app, and your albums will be copied to a central location on some drive, or on the cloud. Only new photos (and videos) will be copied and you have the option of deleting all or some of the photos on your camera or phone. After that, you can hide your secret photos by moving them to some other locations.

Google had been making a mess by launching and killing some photo apps, before Photos is usable. Now it's hard to beat; your photos are automatically saved and organised on the cloud. I am willing to pay up to buy more GB's for the convenience even though I have unlimited Amazon drive, brought iCloud storage and maybe something I don't even know. The problem is when you want to avoid something you download from getting there in the first place and want to hide something elsewhere when they get there.

Maybe carrying all your albums for life on your phone isn't so bad an idea; just double the memory everytime you upgrade. But you have the same problem when you want to hide something while sharing the rest on all devices.

I'm from the old school. If I read something as follows I would have jumped ship totally earlier and avoid some frustrations. It doesn't matter how great features Photo has when I don't know how to copy or move photos into and out of my cloud account.

First, Photos uploads where and when it wants to. Of course, you may or may not change that but with Wifi and charging, all your photos and videos are certainly going up into your Google Photo account. Not just photos in your camera are uploaded automatically; photos in all or some of your apps are included. In Chromebook, anything you downloaded from Chrome appears on Photos but not the camera. You have to "download" from the camera to the Downloads folder first.

The nearest to the old school term of backup is to "free up space" on your phone. Photos that were saved on the cloud are deleted on your phone. So I have no idea how to save your pretty pictures at 18 on the phone while freeing up space to take more pictures when you are older, much older.

It's not possible to hide some photos without deleting them; at least I haven't figured it out yet. You can't copy it somewhere on Google Drive. And even if you manage to copy photos, they may turn up back on Photos again.

A simple way is to create a new Google account. You can "copy" photos across with relative ease. First you create a shared album on the source account. You may do it in different ways. You can select the photos and click on the share button to create a shared album with someone you pick. It is important not to create multiple shared albums with the same person. You should just add more photos into the shared album, also in different ways.

Now you switch to the destination account by clicking on your profile picture on Chrome, your initial by default. You open the shared album, select all you want and "add to your library". This is the way to copy, not linked as in the shared album.

Then you switch back to the source account and delete those photos in the shared album, and maybe the album itself. Rest assure that any photos will not be duplicated on Google Drive or Google Photo unless you manage to upload duplicated copies.